Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Friday night to Saturday morning:
I taught at a State of Grace dance workshop--"Once Upon a Workshop"--in Goshen. Rene and Jeanie were so enjoyable to work alongside. We enjoyed our sushi dinner on Friday night (I had raw sushi and it was delicious!). Rene and I decided to create a new eclectic, high-end shopping experience: Urban Forest. And I danced like crazy. (Sorry to those girls who had to put up with my moaning the rest of the weekend.)
Saturday night to Sunday afternoon:
Since I was already up that way, I decided to visit my Bethel friends. Holly spoiled me royally--dinner, talking, laughing, coffee, brownies, and more chatting. I love how we don't have any trouble coming up with things to talk about--my mouth just starts running. And then lunch with Nora and Megs on Sunday. So thankful that I was able to see all of you!
Back to work. Guess what!? I really like my job. I'm on my own now--the girl whose spot I'm taking has officially left. I'm planning itineraries, ordering online, researching graphic design companies, delivering mail, running errands to Pak Mail--the variety is seemingly endless.
When I took the mail to the mailbox, I discovered an earwig sitting there. Not many things give me the creeps . . . but earwigs are one of them. In elementary school, I spent the night with a friend in a tent . . . and we woke up surrounded by thousands of earwigs. (At least that's how I remember it.) Ever since then, I can't stand them.
Just in case you don't know . . . I just wanted to remind you that I like to dance. I'm sure loving all of these opportunities right now. Pictures from the weekend:
Saturday, June 14, 2008
In the summer, I would much rather go barefoot than wear shoes. After a day in the office, I don't want to even see another shoe. However, I like shoes (although I do not have 200 like my fellow business colleague). I bought two new pair the other day when Jess and I went shopping. Work shoes. But they're still fun.
I admire women who work in an office and go home to care for a family at the end of day. After 8-10 hours at the office, I am wiped out. I certainly do not feel like being productive. My hat is off to those ladies.
The following information on one of my favorite cookies ever--Tim Tams--is from Wikipedia. I can vouch for the accuracy of the "Tim Tam Slam" description.
Tim Tams are a chocolate biscuit (cookie) made by Arnott's Biscuits, Australia. A Tim Tam is composed of two layers of chocolate malted biscuit, separated by a light chocolate cream filling, and coated in a thin layer of textured chocolate. According to Arnott's, around 35 million packs are sold each year – nearly 400 million biscuits, an average of approximately 1.7 packs per Australian. Tim Tams were first put onto the market in 1964.
The Tim Tam Slam is the practice of biting off the opposing corners of a Tim Tam, and using the modified biscuit as a 'straw' to suck up a hot beverage (usually tea, coffee, hot chocolate, Milo, or liquor such as Irish Cream). Ideally, the inside of the biscuit should collapse but the outside should remain intact. Just before the biscuit falls apart, it is placed in the mouth.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
A CHANCE TO DIE
To be transformed into the image of Christ I must learn His charater, love His obedience to the will of the Father, and begin, step by step, to walk the same pathway. For Christ the pathway of obedience began with emptying Himself. I must begin at the same place.
He "made himself nothing." Philippians 2:7
"You must arm yourselves with a temper of mind like His." 1 Peter 4:1 NEB
"If anyone wishes to be a follower of Mine, he must leave self behind." Matthew 16:24
What does this mean? Is it mere words? How can one leave self behind, make himself nothing? The answer will not come in a vacuum. If a man or woman honestly wishes to be a follower, the opportunity will present itself. Christ will say, "Here is your chance. Now, in this situation, you must make your choice. Will it be self? Or will you choose Me?"
An older missionary said something to Amy Carmichael when she was a young missionary that stayed with her for life. She had spoken of something which was not to her liking. His reply was, "See in it a chance to die."
Saturday, June 7, 2008
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
CITIZENSHIP IN A REPUBLIC
"The Man In The Arena"
President Theodore Roosevelt
Speech at the Sorbonne Paris, France
April 23, 1910
Monday, June 2, 2008
E . . . I'm trying to fit exercising back into my schedule. It's not hard because I really want to be outside when I get home from a day at the office. Mom and I are going to the park a few times a week. Running, biking, walking, rollerblading . . . I just want to be moving and soaking in that sunshine.
A . . . Work at Ambassadors is going well. I told one friend last week: 4 days down and only hundreds left to go. Just kidding! I know working is part of life and I think I'm going to enjoy this job. I feel comfortable there already--joking around with my coworkers and joining in the office talk by the scanner.
N . . . I am excited about this new phase of life. I'm excited about what Jesus is doing in me. I'm excited to see the new opportunities He's going to bring my way. It's like starting with a brand-new slate here in Fort Wayne. Slowly, slowly, He's renewing and refreshing my vision. "Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart . . ."
U . . . We attended umpteen graduation open houses this weekend. Actually, it was only four. And the food/fellowship more than made up for the busyness. It was good to reconnect with friends: Tallie, Beth, Chris, Alex, Breannah, Erin, Brad, Brenda, and others. You guys are the best.
T . . . Have I ever said how thankful I am for my Bethel friends? Charity (my thinking twin, who's currently studying in Spain), Nora (my favorite massager, who's serving God by serving youth at her church), Megan (my wonderful most recent roommate, who's learning to trust Jesus this summer), and Holly (my growth & grace companion, who's dreaming big dreams).
And yes. This does spell "peanut." For no other reason than that I like eating peanuts a lot.
Jordan wants me to finish this by writing "Jordan is amazing." So, I will.