tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205533742024-03-17T20:03:55.848-07:00Dimensions PhotographyRyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-84763421515950128842013-01-22T16:39:00.001-08:002013-01-22T16:39:01.024-08:00Fly on!<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/RaDeEPorAv6COZ7BqSGkDI107EkNfjqC0jIvlMFwf1Vq0TrVmRqqPejSU2By/image.jpeg.scaled.1000.jpg"><img alt="Image" height="375" src="http://getfile6.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/8U8FBw9MvSrrNFyew2pOacEHTgjVPHWpYpFeckEXOZ0doy4KBu3gVsAE5fwc/image.jpeg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> <p>A little bit of a rough start but I am we'll on my way. This is one of the first times I have had a flight in the afternoon, 2 o'clock in fact. This is also the very first time I have ever missed a flight....laughing aside, I am currently in the air. :) This will be my 3rd time going down to Brazil within the 5 year visa I have. That, I see impart as pure luck and the other part...God having a sense of humor. Maybe he knew I was needing a multiple entry visa for Brazil. He is strange like that sometimes. This time I will be doing things completely different from the times before. Usually, I would build, then train, unfortunately I will only be around for one month building in Maringa then I scoot off to Costa Rica. This will be a quick update but wanted to drop an idea for you all (the one or 2 of you) to pray about when I am in Brazil. 1. The last few months I have been coming out from behind my camera...it's been a scary exciting ride but I want to continue using the muscles that I haven't used in a long time. I want for to be the forefront in everything I am doing in Brazil. 2. Also pray for safety for the team. I again, will be in the tip tops of trees down there. Nothing has happened the last 7 years I have been building with Jeff other then normal building injuries. But I would covet your prayers for the whole team the whole time. I think that's it so far. Be looking on my Facebook and Instagram for more daily update if what's going on. <p /> Enjoy.</p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-58680279575021096802013-01-02T20:02:00.001-08:002013-01-02T20:02:17.979-08:00Too late for Christmas but its up anyway.<div class='posterous_autopost'><p> <p style="color: #222222;">This is a blog post that I thought had posted a few days before Christmas....well, here it is after Christmas and just now posting. Enjoy<div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-01-02/hEknxcdywBHBjFectjnIFlftdklDamkvngpundkrqDaozaIkjnyenxkonBeA/photo-1.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Photo-1" height="375" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-01-02/hEknxcdywBHBjFectjnIFlftdklDamkvngpundkrqDaozaIkjnyenxkonBeA/photo-1.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <a href="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-01-02/ilJegukGbhliyjwxxuoafvJyiEtFdiIxgksikfzIktjCaziksiswccdFjoAp/image.jpeg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Image" height="375" src="http://getfile3.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-01-02/ilJegukGbhliyjwxxuoafvJyiEtFdiIxgksikfzIktjCaziksiswccdFjoAp/image.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <div class='p_see_full_gallery'><a href="http://ungerwhere.net/too-late-for-christmas-but-its-up-anyway">See the full gallery on Posterous</a></div> </div> </p> <p style="color: #222222;">If you haven't noticed my <a href="http://instagram.com/ungerwhere" title="Instagram">Instagram</a>/<a href="http://twitter.com/ungerwhere" title="Twitter">Twitter</a>/<a href="http://facebook.com/ungerwhere" title="ungerwhere">Facebook</a> lately, I am on the road again. This time I am in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missouri" title="Good Ol' US of A">Middle East</a>...of the US of A. Missouri to be exact. Things worked out to where I will be at <a href="https://urbana.org" title="Urbana">Urbana</a> just after Christmas representing <a href="http://ywamsalem.org" title="YWAM Salem">YWAM Salem</a> to about 16,000 students who want to work somehow, someway in missions. I get to offer a glimpe of what <a href="http://ywam.org" title="ywam">YWAM</a> has to offer those that dream of seeing His Kingdom come. <a name='more'></a> What an amazing life this is...I have really come to enjoy the last few months of what I have been doing...lost of traveling and lots of inspiring people to listen to what God is saying in their lives. So good.</p> <p style="color: #222222;">Reflecting on some other blog posts I have written the last few months, its great to see exactly how Gods hand is moving in my life. I have really seen this come to life recently....</p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #595959; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;">But spring is here. New things are planted in the spring time. New challenges are accepted. I am expecting to use muscles that I haven't used in years on this trip. Things I haven't prayed out or had the guts to say before I will do. Pray for things I never imagined praying for will happen in the coming weeks. I am stoked for this new time of life. This birthing of new and old dreams coming true, to finally fight not in someone else's armor but my own.</span></p> <p style="color: #222222;">I am using muscles that I haven't used in years...I am praying things out that I have been scared to say in the past and I am learning that I have to pour in before I can pour out. I need to be constant in my devotion and sensitivity to what the Holy Spirit is saying...I can't just skate by and do it when I know is right. </p> <p style="color: #222222;">One other thing I am learning is its time to rest. I don't feel like resting at all right now cause I have some pretty crazy things going on in the next few months that need and draw my attention but I need to rest...I need some restoration....this is tough for me. It has only been three days and I am fighting not resting...not putting aside my work, my worries, my headaches and truly leaning in and trusting God with all of my heart (and my time) The funny thing about restoration is this....</p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: right;"><em>It doesn't need doing. Strictly speaking, life carries on without it. Restoration is an invasion of sorts. Its fixing something that's broken, but broken so long it's almost mended.</em> </p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: right;"><strong>The Rest of God by Mark Bucannen.</strong></p> <p style="color: #222222;">This is where I have to trust God in how and what he is saying. I have to trust this Great Surgeon under the knife and let him take away the things that I have allowed to build up around my heart, mind, and actions of my everyday life....but I have the past I can learn from...I wanted to grow...I did grow...I wanted to learn...I did...I wanted to live life trusting him...I have spent 7 years of doing just that but look at where I am and what I am still doing (being in YWAM) I didn't think I was going to make it past the first month of DTS when I came over here from Idaho...look at that...crazy. Humm.</p> <p style="color: #222222;">So here is to a life of trusting. Join me? </p> </p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-46621422016475304252012-12-04T01:17:00.001-08:002012-12-04T01:17:11.397-08:00Walk in Forgiveness.....<div class='posterous_autopost'><p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #595959; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;">"Thank you Jesus for a crazy time in my life. As for new challenges, bring it on. I am ready and willing to depend on you and not trust in my own ways but acknowledge you for the great God that you are. Thank you for letting me walk your narrow road. I am ready to live Isaiah 35 in my life."</span></em></p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: right;"><strong><span style="line-height: 22px;"><em>Famous Last Words by Ryan Unger 2 months ago....</em></span></strong></p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: right;"> </p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">Its not like I didn't really mean it, I am thankful and I am up for new challenges but seriously...holy crap! </span></p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: left;">2 months ago I found myself in a conversation, a conversation that little did I know would open the door to change my life....for the better...and, for the (currently what seems like the) worse. </p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: left;"><a name='more'></a><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile3.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-12-04/BtCgeiuiGffeEhokaDCuElcFysisokrhFGpvaGozkjfFoJyxAlEirexctAux/2012-08-29_23.28.21.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2012-08-29_23" height="335" src="http://getfile9.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-12-04/BtCgeiuiGffeEhokaDCuElcFysisokrhFGpvaGozkjfFoJyxAlEirexctAux/2012-08-29_23.28.21.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <a href="http://getfile5.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-12-04/jpfpJBapoaBzyjeJzgcvDGFbCsgiwxFxbroDbphJfHghvngyznugCJyqtazv/IMG_3992.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Img_3992" height="375" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-12-04/jpfpJBapoaBzyjeJzgcvDGFbCsgiwxFxbroDbphJfHghvngyznugCJyqtazv/IMG_3992.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <div class='p_see_full_gallery'><a href="http://ungerwhere.net/walk-in-forgiveness">See the full gallery on Posterous</a></div> </div> </p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: left;">Love was in the air, I remember holding this person in my arms and saying "I don't deserve someone as great as you." (something to that effect save a bunch of other mushy stuff) there was an immediate reaction of "Yes you are worthy!" I didn't know what to say or what to think other then, "No I wasn't!" I am not even deserving of alot of the things that are good that happen to me.</p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: left;">Fast forward to the first week on the mobile trip I am away with a new team and I am asked to share my testimony...well, I shared what I always share...a story, not just any story but one that really shows how faithful God is! Its a good one for sure but after 10 minutes of talking, I realized one thing, this story wasn't at all about me! I was merely deflecting my story and putting someone elses story into the mix. I realized then that I didn't deserve to be "in the spotlight" in my own testimony plus, no one really wants to get to know me, I am not worth it, right?</p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: left;">Oh man, now on to week 2 on the trip and this person who spoke life into me...who changed my perspective on my view of God...who dreamed crazy dreams with me, turned right around and not in just words but in actions said the exact opposite. You are not worth it. You are not valuable at all....You know that saying that says "Actions speak louder then words." true but James (in the Bible) talks about from the same mouth brings blessings and cursings, life and death, hope and hopelessness....I know what that means even more now.</p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: left;">The weeks drug on, words had been said to convey one thing or another. Hope was given and taken away. And then cheated, deserted, abandoned, betrayed. That was the last few weeks of this trip I was on.</p> <p style="color: #222222; text-align: left;">Now the challenge. Where am I placing my identity? Do I hold my value in what and how God sees me? Was/Is it placed in a relationship that I was wanting to invest everything into? And IN that, now how do I respond to what has just happened? Do I truly walk in forgiveness and grace just like God treated me when he died on that cross for me? Do I truly believe that...(as simple as it sounds)...that Jesus Loves Me? Bring on the days Lord. I am sure the next few days, weeks, whatever, will be rough to actually live this forgiveness and grace out but....what else can I do?</p> </p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-15568019721279070892012-09-29T15:02:00.001-07:002012-09-29T15:02:13.783-07:00Winter in the summer Spring is coming. <div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/jAIxszlfCsjyGmJqABqwhEdGvyrmrbqpmJyjAmripuADlDwmEGHimvinvlJA/p342.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="P342" height="375" src="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/jAIxszlfCsjyGmJqABqwhEdGvyrmrbqpmJyjAmripuADlDwmEGHimvinvlJA/p342.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/sbJDuFezjvIslrvrFDdBosABhIsqbrDtpikqxmtyjmsbDpktulngHyscAqDa/p341.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="P341" height="375" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/sbJDuFezjvIslrvrFDdBosABhIsqbrDtpikqxmtyjmsbDpktulngHyscAqDa/p341.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <div class='p_see_full_gallery'><a href="http://ungerwhere.net/winter-in-the-summer-spring-is-coming">See the full gallery on Posterous</a></div> </div> </p>If you and I have had a conversation within the last 10 months it may have been clear that I have been in somewhat of a winter...much longer then any other natural season this one was in my heart. <p>Fast forward to now. I am embarking on a two month trip traveling across Central US. My goal is to inspire people to follow this Jesus guy in anything he is asking. Yes I am traveling with YWAM but that is not the answer. It's Jesus. Listen to him. </p><p>What to the last two paragraphs have to do with each other? I don't know really. Things happened last year at this time in my heart that felt great. Things seemed alive, but little did I know that it was just the beginning of a pretty sucky year. I found myself not making the healthiest decisions physically. I learned that I enjoy self inflicted pain much better then pain that others put on me and if I make it my own fault somehow it makes it better. (Yeah, I am discovering more and more about this lately.) </p><p>Here is what I have learned. When I enter a new season of life (Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer) there are lessons in each one that God can't teach me unless I walk through it with him. </p><p>I like to live my life in summer, it's a great time of year to be alive things are thriving and alive, funny and weird. But as I said before I have been in a long winter. Things seem dead and lifeless, I want to sleep though most of it, I have no energy for anything and I feel beat up. Life sucks. Sure I have had some amazing days in this winter (Brazil) but winter still loomed. It was heavy and there to remind me every moment that I couldn't really live to my fullest. I wanted to play like it was summer despite the engulfing darkness and bitter cold inside of me. </p><p>The strange part about this winter, I have heard so much from this Jesus fellow. Things that have flipped and literally changed my life. Amazing stuff. I caught a glimpse of what my future hold in my ministry, I have walked along side of Jesus and have been able to speak/pray into people's lives and he has moved in them. I learned again why I should trust and listen to him. I am striving for wisdom and I catch tiny glimmers of it. But it has still been winter in my life. </p><p>Though I tried and I tried to force myself out of this funk I have been unsuccessful in all my attempts. </p><p>But there is a fresh wind a blowing. I can feel things changing and moving. There is still pain of the ground thawing and cracking and the glacier of my heart breaking off, but that just leads to life. Cold refreshing water just a trickle at the start but I can feel the momentum...things are picking up. Old energy and clarity is returning. The water is moving the once frozen soil and nutrients are being carried downstream. God is alive. </p><p>I get to spend the next 2 months crammed on a tour bus with 8 other people that I am not too familiar with. But spring is here. New things are planted in the spring time. New challenges are accepted. I am expecting to use muscles that I haven't used in years on this trip. Things I haven't prayed out or had the guts to say before I will do. Pray for things I never imagined praying for will happen in the coming weeks. I am stoked for this new time of life. This birthing of new and old dreams coming true, to finally fight not in someone else's armor but my own. </p><p>Thank you Jesus for a crazy time in my life. As for new challenges, bring it on. I am ready and willing to depend on you and not trust in my own ways but acknowledge you for the great God that you are. Thank you for letting me walk your narrow road. I am ready to live Isaiah 35 in my life.</p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-56499120163136726162012-08-11T11:38:00.001-07:002012-08-11T11:38:09.066-07:00It's a wrap! Over 24hrs awake and 14 hours filming. great time.<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/OMrTtDwJmM/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/eGiBAInByqkrioGtGmlazJfqhcgBbJfwbJvoeIniqtaJuDzhsuHnFlcrnsGb/media_httpdistilleryi_FeiHp.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_feihp" height="500" src="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/eGiBAInByqkrioGtGmlazJfqhcgBbJfwbJvoeIniqtaJuDzhsuHnFlcrnsGb/media_httpdistilleryi_FeiHp.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-34437902654919724332012-07-17T20:16:00.001-07:002012-07-17T20:16:05.247-07:00Look @troy_ruff is getting stared down.<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/NNOzqNwJsA/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile9.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/urfwwqhyIniuFxhHbbjDxhHpsHGlqoiBpzulsIEqohprAIxGkmlttucHmImp/media_httpdistilleryi_byynC.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_byync" height="500" src="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/urfwwqhyIniuFxhHbbjDxhHpsHGlqoiBpzulsIEqohprAIxGkmlttucHmImp/media_httpdistilleryi_byynC.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-89500761881490989662012-06-12T10:30:00.001-07:002012-06-12T10:30:50.112-07:00Back in the Saddle (Part 4)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-10/DBdfsBDHmGjktvntwxAhFdzFIxDEhrzDweyfwkoiraEHFjcwfsbBrcvEkrzF/IMG_1050play.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Img_1050play" height="333" src="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-10/DBdfsBDHmGjktvntwxAhFdzFIxDEhrzDweyfwkoiraEHFjcwfsbBrcvEkrzF/IMG_1050play.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">You know those times in your life when your growing up and you want to be a fireman, or a police officer or something really cool? Looking back now I can tell you how my passion for photography had begun....When I was in the 6th grade I went to Willamette Valley Christian School in Brooks Or. I had the "privilege" to clean the school with my dad for my tuition to go there...(Thanks Dad) Well, everyday I would have 2 potholes that would sometimes detour me from completing my job in a timely manner...<a name='more'></a>(that I can remember). The first one was basketball...I loved basketball, I would spend all the time I could working on my skills for the playground and the small team that I played on...(Little known fact, I was going to the NBA to be one of the shortest white guys to ever play...) I got in trouble many times for shooting hoops and not vacuuming...at one point I had some teachers convinced I had a twin brother named Eugene that would play basketball once in a while. It worked for a week...</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">The other pothole was the huge library of National Geographic Magazine just down the hallway across from the 2nd, and 3rd graders classroom. I could easily vacuum up to a certain point and then my eye would catch the binding of the yellow frame...sometimes it would be a white frame, that just meant that it was an older magazine...It had to of been my goal to look through every single magazine they had there...I was obsessed...I loved the pictures and how different all the people were around the world...people sticking knives through their face, blood pouring into their mouth almost choking them...or the “real cowboys” riding the plains of the west, sleeping next to their horses and staring at the stars all night. Maybe it was the the beautiful landscape photography that would somehow draw my eyes into the whole scene and so I could notice every color that was painted on to a very life like canvas....then again it could have also been seeing pain of a photograph taken of a woman crying with her limp lifeless body of her son in her arms...This stuff is real and its happening everyday we exist...This all seem so artsy and vague as I write it but thats truly how I felt looking at the pictures....some pictures I would go back to and others I knew to avoid but one thing I knew is I saw photos that I wanted to someday find. </span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">This dream was quickly forgotten even after I knew I wasn’t going into the NBA but one day I decided I wanted to try out photography...and the rest is history...I still suck at being a photographer and I am way to comfortable at 1/15th of a second or less...I push my iso an long gone are the days of pushing my film speed...even in those days I would shoot with 3200 speed cause I could never seem to find enough light for my un tripoded shaky hands....I am the worst mix of photographer you can have...but I kept on shooting, spent hundreds of dollars (thanks again Mom and Dad) on film just so I could practice...</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">Fast Forward a few years to now...here I am living my dream...I just got back from Brazil where I went down there and I asked Jesus to move and to do things in my life cause I was tired of maintaining...The opportunity of going out to the tribe came up and when I was on the 5-6 hour boat ride up river to the tribe I realized this one truth-</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">...God didn’t forget that little boys dreams...</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">Yeah, I have had a lot of “life” happen in between now and then, decisions that changed the course of even where I am at now...but God didn’t forget. Of all the people I worked with down in Brazil there was one woman who has been translating the Bible for a tribe over the last 40+ years! Just the few minutes I spent with her I realized that <em>she</em> and her late husband were the people that I prayed for when I was a little kid...She and her husband were the faceless, nameless people that had been in the NGS Magazine September 1971 where they documented the first contact of a tribe they didn’t even know existed yet...and that is when it hit me in my face....God won’t forget our dreams...</span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1"> </span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">So, I am compelled to ask, what are your dreams, silly ideas, or out right stupid concepts? Where was it birthed? When? Why would you even think something like that? I think God has given us dreams and stupid ideas for a reason (to a certain extent) and someday he will reach down and mess up the dirt in our heart and pull out something that we have totally forgotten about....I challenge you to dream big, go for it, sometimes it won’t make sense but trust this Jesus guy...he is kind of smart...</span></p> <p> </p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-6201276037089510922012-06-10T10:28:00.001-07:002012-06-10T10:28:57.481-07:00Back in the Saddle (Part 3)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-03/BIzzqGaCieCBkAeAxHDJcHBDtGmaFseybwfmanIlmoHDpaftdvteIFiqrwAo/P3160267.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="P3160267" height="375" src="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-03/BIzzqGaCieCBkAeAxHDJcHBDtGmaFseybwfmanIlmoHDpaftdvteIFiqrwAo/P3160267.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> Jeff and I have worked together for a long time. During my DTS when I didn't have the funds to go on outreach he is the one who came to the leadership and fought for me to stay and work with him for my completion of my DTS. He is also the one who immediately took me under his wing and allowed me to dream big but told me I couldn't do it on my own. Jeff is the best example that I know of that trains and disciple people in their leadership skills and see them become something they never thought possible. Jeff can spend just a few minutes with someone and be able to pinpoint strenghs and give examples and ideas on how to hone in on that and make the person better....it doesn't always work that way...at least for me he would always find something that I didn't want to work on and would bring it up all the time. </p> <p>This is the 4th country I have been with Jeff to working on Ropes Course stuff and each time has been awesome...</p> <p>When I was working down there I heard some suttle complements on how much I have grown (not just my belly) and matured. It's hearing things like that from people like Jeff who I look up to and respect that make me go forward. Jeff understands the power of words and that they can bring life or death.</p> <p>So in my consistant thoughts of I could be better at__________ (reading my bible everyday, praing, whatever...ect) I learned that there is growth in my life even if I don't think there is....</p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-86532592423174884952012-06-09T12:17:00.001-07:002012-06-09T12:17:56.747-07:00Back in the Saddle (Part 2)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-03/wxmshBzyudAezEGleyidmxcJyBbenkcCyjyrhBzDzgiynhHkmfBimrgqmJon/IMG_1200play.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Img_1200play" height="333" src="http://getfile7.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-03/wxmshBzyudAezEGleyidmxcJyBbenkcCyjyrhBzDzgiynhHkmfBimrgqmJon/IMG_1200play.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p> <p>Do what God says...</p> <p>Its simple, right? Last year I did a Tesol. I learned a lot in the short, painful month of reliving my education...I struggled so much...but I know it was something that God had said. I didn't know why but he wanted me to do it at all but Of course a lot of the training that I had in the classroom easily translated when I was down in Brazil. It was almost scary how much of that training I used...not officially in a classroom but in my conversations everyday and in my own personal learning of Portugeese. </p> <p>I was able to spend a few hours translating (I wasn't doing the translaing) from the tribes language into Portugees...I think I had maybe one english sound that was helpful in for the translation of the Bible....totally worth it. I realized then (again) that God really does have this whole thing figured out and it didn't suprise him that I was in the middle of the Jungle in Brazil filming/living/translating/serving/praying for the people there that they might see just a tiny glimpse of who this Jesus Fellow is....I have said it before...I love my job.</p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-48272280610379486472012-06-07T09:42:00.001-07:002012-06-07T09:42:02.050-07:00God Listens to me (Back in the Saddle Part 1)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p class="p1"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-03/FsleEjlGzhbnmBmdpnkuyqlAmIegFvJxjGFxDcDFfIHieansfGflbcmylsJd/IMG_0678play.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Img_0678play" height="333" src="http://getfile3.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-03/FsleEjlGzhbnmBmdpnkuyqlAmIegFvJxjGFxDcDFfIHieansfGflbcmylsJd/IMG_0678play.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> I am starting a little series of posts about my time that I had down in Brazil...This is one of the lessons I learned (again) when I was down there.</p> <p class="p1">You may or may not know this but I have been working at YWAM Salem for the last 6 years. I have found a struggle with what I know God has said in my life (going) and where I have been (stayingish)....If you don't know I feel like I should be "out on the field" filming and documenting the things missionaries and different NGOs are doing along with some version of Pastoral Care for the people that are out there in the middle of it...(thats that in a nut shell). </p> <p class="p1">While I have never thought the last six years have been a waste by any means I have always had a longing and drive to be away from my desk...sleeping on my sleeping pad or on a bus/plane/hike/whatever to the next story. I have had these times for sure sparaticly throughout my time thus far but the time down in Brazi gave me a chance to realize that maybe I have been at the end of my rope...for a long time. Working with the wrong set of tools. So with a lot of time to think and pray when I was down there I came back with a dilemma...How do I tell the leadership here that I can't/don't want to run the office anymore? I need to tell them that I don't want to be administrating people or trying to maintain an office anymore. Well, hour one of me being back here fixed that right up. :) I was approached with the <em>foreign</em> (scarcastic) thought that maybe I haven't been in the best place in ministry and I should be out more...what I felt was a wide smile and an even happier heart I couldn't agree more! Finally! I wasn't going to be running/maintaining an office! I get to work <em>for </em>the office now! Great news! God really does listen to me! I was having the hardest time trying to figure out when and how to tell the leadership and they took care of it for me. So Good. :) </p> <p class="p2">What does this mean now? Well, everything will be unfolding here in the next few weeks and the new guys will be in charge and I really believe things will launch this summer for everyone in this office. I am stoked for it. One reason why I took the position was because it needed to be filled and no one else would do it. As Jesse (The Base Director) put it, I have been fighting in someone else's armor....(I need to be naked haha...) and its time to work/run the dreams, ministry, and ideas to the fullest extent. :) GOD LISTENS.</p> <p class="p1">I joke I have been fired from my volunteer position but really this is one of the coolest promotions out there...to work freely in your ministry....so good. I have learned a lot of things from running the office the last few years that maybe I someday I will know how to share on this blog...all good things of course. My time really has been blessed. </p> <p> </p> <p class="p1">So, a challenge to you....In all the crying and bellyaching you do to God, listen and walk...he isn't upset at you, he wants you to prosper...He wants the best for you, and though it might take 40 years of creating the best for you, going through the hard, uncomfortable stuff....eventually ends...and then more hard, uncomfortable stuff happens :) Through it all God hears you so make your reqests known to him....do it now.</p> <p class="p1"> </p> <p class="p1"> </p> <p class="p1"> </p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-66174561055022466782012-06-04T09:47:00.001-07:002012-06-04T09:47:54.852-07:00Back in the Saddle<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-03/dloIEjdBxqwIjJgsIEzEypmfJoAkHocbJsFfubmbrlAuEtbgDfDCGjpbgGbB/IMG_0779play.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Img_0779play" height="333" src="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-03/dloIEjdBxqwIjJgsIEzEypmfJoAkHocbJsFfubmbrlAuEtbgDfDCGjpbgGbB/IMG_0779play.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> Jumping back into the saddle here in Salem has been bitter sweet...or at least interesting to say the least.</p> <p>God did a handful of things down in Brazil that I am either still processing or I am in the midst of working/seeing through till the end. First off, Brazil was great. :) The first month I was down there I worked with a lot of great people from all over the world, some people I have never met others I have only worked with over seas. This is a huge blessing with my line of work, I get to meet people out on the field and the next time I see them we are out working hard again...working hard and playing hard. So, to the Ropes Course team that I have been down to Brazil with twice now....You are amazing.</p> <p>A few things I knew/learned again on this trip.</p> <p>1. God didn't forget a little boys dreams.</p> <p>2. There is growth in my life even if I don't see it.</p> <p>3.</p> <p>4. Do what God says.</p> <p>5. I have friends all over the world.</p> <p>6. God listens to me.</p> <p> </p> <p>I think I might start with the last one first....but please check back here cause I will be posting more and more in the next week or so. </p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-48646758370743977192012-03-31T09:52:00.001-07:002012-03-31T09:52:56.963-07:00Fighting.<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile5.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/FtJFGtnjwvqfqCHGmmJmHheFrsJqedaarceGlFftHqADCGvtfxBElmmqJbiF/p160.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="P160" height="500" src="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/FtJFGtnjwvqfqCHGmmJmHheFrsJqedaarceGlFftHqADCGvtfxBElmmqJbiF/p160.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p>I have been fighting for a long time this year...it felt good to get my frustration out on a mat....today, if I have a chance I may enter a tournament....I know I have one training under my belt but it still would be cool. We will see. Haha. <p>Aside from that, the team has left and I am the only one here on the base from the good ol' US of A. It expect my Portuguese to improve slightly and have more cool experiences on the ropes course. :) should be fun.</p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-51369472635548103842012-03-12T06:18:00.001-07:002012-03-12T06:19:00.220-07:00Zip Line today.<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_video_embed'> <a href="http://ungerwhere.net/zip-line-today"><img alt="" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/video.posterous.com/ungerwhere/jkkgnmicClywEfcmqDJerGHiEfbikGpHqoAswCkaljqsumzsGaJlsHbIchcn/frame_0000.png" /></a> <div class='p_embed_description'> <strong>p146.mov</strong> <a href="http://ungerwhere.net/zip-line-today">Watch on Posterous</a> </div> </div> </p>Just a quick video.</div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-70975463323954815932012-03-04T23:10:00.001-08:002012-03-04T23:10:44.925-08:00I made it to Brazil!!<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile9.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-03-04/sgvqjboocBmsbECGuybCiaaCmfodvCidfBgnEjopoDbpIjuchfwetliImjdH/c21c3a7c664411e180c9123138016265_7.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="C21c3a7c664411e180c9123138016265_7" height="500" src="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-03-04/sgvqjboocBmsbECGuybCiaaCmfodvCidfBgnEjopoDbpIjuchfwetliImjdH/c21c3a7c664411e180c9123138016265_7.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p> <p>Sorry for the lack of posts on my blog for the first part of the year....I have been posting more internal stuff lately...stuff I am sure that you would rather not read...Struggles, hopes, hurts blah blah blah...its been an interesting year thus far.</p> <p>All that said, I am in Brazil! <a name='more'></a>I set out a few months ago to raise support for this and another trip and after I made the announcement of going, both seemed to fizzle out due to other situations. But, right at the last minute (of course) Money had come in and I was able to buy a plane ticket to go to Porto Velho, Brazil. Sunday afternoon last week a spark of hope happened in the form of a check...and then it snowballed from there. Thank you to all of the people who either wanted to see me gone or believe in what I get to do down here...</p> <p>What is it that I am doing? Well, first off...3 years ago I went to Brazil for the first time to build a Ropes Course...and the second time I am here to do the same thing...Jeff and have have been here prepping for the rest of the team to get here so I can get up in the air to start building! </p> <p>So far its been a great time! I have been here only a few days and have been to the BBQ, invintoried the gear for 2 Challenge Courses to be built and gotten lost in the Jungle...(monkeys, snakes, bugs...haha...all good stuff) </p> <p>How long am I going to be here? 2 months is the plan...but...this is a place I could come back to...very beautiful, rainy, humid, I can work almost naked! (I am the white guy) Good times...</p> <p>Anyway, thought I would drop a note and let you know whats going on.</p> <p> </p></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-30482812828266319992012-02-27T18:30:00.003-08:002012-02-27T18:30:19.345-08:00I don't know how to tell you this....<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/HiFhBeQJga/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile7.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/exmhuhkuBIffIImAhmvCumGCrGmCbdnlweexlHhHdCFipIqljqBranlrIAca/media_httpdistilleryi_plDun.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_pldun" height="500" src="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/exmhuhkuBIffIImAhmvCumGCrGmCbdnlweexlHhHdCFipIqljqBranlrIAca/media_httpdistilleryi_plDun.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-6437701587409473832012-02-27T18:30:00.001-08:002012-02-27T18:30:04.399-08:00I don't know how to tell you this....<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/HiFhBeQJga/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/piGcrbeuitfGerbrastAFrzesCpkuqsqHwHkFvtAmJpyJyIqxyJyByECyfun/media_httpdistilleryi_cyjul.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_cyjul" height="500" src="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/piGcrbeuitfGerbrastAFrzesCpkuqsqHwHkFvtAmJpyJyIqxyJyByECyfun/media_httpdistilleryi_cyjul.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-45250406249056935452012-02-17T21:48:00.001-08:002012-02-17T21:48:33.613-08:00Turn and run?<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/HIsOxSwJsX/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile6.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/lookvlnAdzdIFEmwlstdltlFzfkaCpBBFdAxEyqwqrxFjIbufxcclqcjuwjB/media_httpdistilleryi_qjGgc.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_qjggc" height="500" src="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/lookvlnAdzdIFEmwlstdltlFzfkaCpBBFdAxEyqwqrxFjIbufxcclqcjuwjB/media_httpdistilleryi_qjGgc.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-12811446731716792252012-02-17T14:31:00.003-08:002012-02-17T14:31:04.886-08:00Remnants of last nights late night fiasco.<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/HH6J3KQJkC/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/lmrgaBHiuFqrBtheFwFnvewvCgGltqzHhevInunaoDkCthgjssEFprBaomBz/media_httpdistilleryi_oqyxs.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_oqyxs" height="500" src="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/lmrgaBHiuFqrBtheFwFnvewvCgGltqzHhevInunaoDkCthgjssEFprBaomBz/media_httpdistilleryi_oqyxs.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-86689353930575218332012-02-17T14:31:00.001-08:002012-02-17T14:31:03.449-08:00Remnants of last nights late night fiasco.<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/HH6J3KQJkC/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile9.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/txtEfAvcecJAhqxrxqjAdAzkxJkxIIhIDwHdbHGuHwlGkAwHAIBkwsEGxFmJ/media_httpdistilleryi_ixitz.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_ixitz" height="500" src="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/txtEfAvcecJAhqxrxqjAdAzkxJkxIIhIDwHdbHGuHwlGkAwHAIBkwsEGxFmJ/media_httpdistilleryi_ixitz.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-47116497303970305242012-02-17T11:08:00.003-08:002012-02-17T11:08:54.080-08:00Just add some vignette!<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/HHjGVDQJg4/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile7.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/ubrtAxqxtbwGcrfzcCygyIjvjFcEGzgBsuBvnoFmEgzplBcGxIjyIcJJyIqD/media_httpdistilleryi_DJjmx.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_djjmx" height="500" src="http://getfile7.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/ubrtAxqxtbwGcrfzcCygyIjvjFcEGzgBsuBvnoFmEgzplBcGxIjyIcJJyIqD/media_httpdistilleryi_DJjmx.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-40939851547033005842012-02-17T11:08:00.001-08:002012-02-17T11:08:52.245-08:00Just add some vignette!<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/HHjGVDQJg4/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/emgwJbrIfJpmlvEBczpBpEdtjiEDIaCEzbJvfnHopdEswviuHvcxmtEyjksJ/media_httpdistilleryi_gAaAy.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_gaaay" height="500" src="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/emgwJbrIfJpmlvEBczpBpEdtjiEDIaCEzbJvfnHopdEswviuHvcxmtEyjksJ/media_httpdistilleryi_gAaAy.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-21735693561724814672012-02-16T20:01:00.001-08:002012-02-16T20:01:16.288-08:00Fire-Grammy. I like this mixture.<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/HF7NWTQJjW/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/ssJwHonnaGJooqDBmbjhmwxmxpcaDHpDJJpBIcdnfkJlydziBJAxCJdqviem/media_httpdistilleryi_diadE.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_diade" height="500" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/ssJwHonnaGJooqDBmbjhmwxmxpcaDHpDJJpBIcdnfkJlydziBJAxCJdqviem/media_httpdistilleryi_diadE.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-4793193539599327612012-02-16T14:43:00.001-08:002012-02-16T14:43:28.159-08:00Untitled<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/doAvAExijJjAfsbkamnhAyrmkdjzuoaypBEfpzgopEIxvFAJwjphHHbAixCu/Screen_shot_2012-02-16_at_2.42.07_PM.png.scaled1000.png"><img alt="Screen_shot_2012-02-16_at_2" height="373" src="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/doAvAExijJjAfsbkamnhAyrmkdjzuoaypBEfpzgopEIxvFAJwjphHHbAixCu/Screen_shot_2012-02-16_at_2.42.07_PM.png.scaled500.png" width="500" /></a> </div> </p> <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://tweetdeck.com">TweetDeck</a></div></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-36703169050588409672012-02-07T10:53:00.001-08:002012-02-07T10:53:17.935-08:00Good morning Salem. Good to see your moody.<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/GtxQH3wJrx/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/cAspzqtwlBxyeIpbFdCxnlmcwkfdhggltDGlnHaykbadFxoCHDhenpvAxvks/media_httpdistilleryi_mkvki.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_mkvki" height="500" src="http://getfile3.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/cAspzqtwlBxyeIpbFdCxnlmcwkfdhggltDGlnHaykbadFxoCHDhenpvAxvks/media_httpdistilleryi_mkvki.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20553374.post-54746234506504935622012-02-06T20:47:00.001-08:002012-02-06T20:47:12.746-08:00Eureka-grammy<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/GsQbSFwJi7/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/GcqBtdEIuuqnxnAJffxJIltnHAIoIEbalweacrooCIAhsHcroHbbEqrxqbDo/media_httpdistilleryi_tHcps.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_thcps" height="500" src="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ungerwhere/GcqBtdEIuuqnxnAJffxJIltnHAIoIEbalweacrooCIAhsHcroHbbEqrxqbDo/media_httpdistilleryi_tHcps.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02473901446745638622noreply@blogger.com0