Just to show how God answers prayers, I was offered a job with A Rocha (Portugese for "the rock"), a Christian Environmental group on White Rock beach this past Wednesday. Thanks everyone for thinking of me during my interview. I'm quite excited that I will be getting out of the greenhouses, and doing something more mentally challenging than spacing pointsettas on tables and working with growth hormones (aka 'magic dust'). I get to set my own hours, and I will be identifying and mapping plants on the beach, helping build a pond (which we can go swimming in after), and taking care of 10 highland cows (basically letting them out to pasture in the morning, and rounding them up at night again).
Ok, there have been a lot of good things in my life lately that I thank God for every day. The first few weeks at home were pretty rough with a lot of things that we had to deal with, but things looking up. My uncle had to go into the hospital for emergency operations, I was working with a 19-year-old girl who had problems with alcohol, my sister's medications were switching every couple of days, a friend of mine told me that she didn't believe in God anymore, and left her church because she said that Christians were all fake, I saw a guy that I went to high school shoot up in his car after a party, and two girls I grew up with ended up in rehab for using crystal meth (a.k.a. speed).
It was really hard to come home to all of this, but God has shown his faithfulness in each of these situations. My uncle is at home and doing well, the girl at work has quit drinking, my sister is fairly stable, and the sisters in rehab are getting a lot of support. Thanks to everyone who has been keeping these things in their prayers.
it's a hard knock life
I fell off of the bar that I was standing on at work yesterday, and it was definately (in the same moment) the most painful and hilarious thing that happened all day. Vivian couldn't decide whether to help me up or to keep laughing for a while, but in the end, both of us were laughing too hard to do anything.
Sorry if I didn't say good bye to most of you before I left to go back home- my plane left a bit earlier than I had thought, which resulted in me doing some very last-minute packing, and showing up at the airport only 4 minutes before my plane did. The best part of this was that there was no line, and I pretty much just walked into the waiting lounge.
I showed up on time to hear Jake (the guy who ended up sitting next to me on the plane) in true Adam Sandler fashion, play a few songs on his guitar before we left.
The trip was otherwise uneventful, and I've been enjoying my time at home since.
I'd like to thank all of you for the great times that we had this year, for all of the fun, the tears, and the laughter- I'll never forget this year! See you all in the fall!
The Top Ten Events
The Top 10 Events of this past semester:
10. Mystery Madness! They had ELEPHANTS!
9. Rock Climbing
8. The Ranch- good times
7. The Winter Retreat
6. My sister Leah's visit
5. Playing 'Settlers' with Jon during reading week
4. Choir Concerts
3. OC parties and all that is involved
2. Study parties at Tim Horton's that ended at BP's
1. The dorm 43 trip to OTTAWA!
Honourable Mention goes to:
-my last library shift
-11:15pm tea at dorm 43
-random dance parties
-snow day! (and all of those pj's!)
Truth from children's stories:
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
J.R.R. Tolkien, 1937
All his thinking could not make him understand, but his singing heart could.
Laura Adams Armer, 1931
Calm your mind.... No problem can be solved by a drunken monkey.
Emily Arnold McCully, 1998
When I grow old, I too will live beside the sea.
Barbara Cooney, 1982
The latest fad in our dorm has been to watch these reality shows on TV, our favorite being 'Extreme Makeover'. Personally, I think that these shows are a pretty sick reflection of the culture that we live in. Basically all these shows do is enforce the stereotype of a beautiful person by contrasting them with 'ugly' people. The worst part of these shows to me is when the transformed woman is revealed at the end of the show, the first that her husband always says is "you're beautiful... I love you" as if love and beauty must always go together.
I'm not saying that the husband didn't love his wife before- obviously he did enough to marry her, but it's like his love suddenly means more now that his wife looks like a 20 year old supermodel.
It's like we are living by the Bohemian values of Beauty, Freedom, Truth, and Love, but have dropped the last three, and blown the first way out of proportion. I don't know about the rest of you girls out there, but I would like my future husband to be able to look me in the eye and say 'I love you' and not ' it's about time those mosquito bites turned to mangos- why don't you go for the D-cup?' I want to be appreciated for the characters that I hold and yes, for my looks- whether they are good or bad. My looks will always be a part of me because God has created me in His image, and I wouldn't mess with that for all of the image-obsessed men in the world.