Praising God for Colds & Delayed Flights

So this past week I’ve been in South Africa with a couple fellow staff ladies at a retreat for missionary women. As I type this, we’re in the air over Johannesburg on our way home to Kasana.

God’s timing is always so perfect – earlier this year when my friends started talking about this retreat, I thought it sounded like a good idea…..and then in the past couple months things have happened that have shown me just how much I really did need a time of renewal.

The past year has been filled with a lot of ups and downs—and for that matter so have the two years before that! Over the last few months, I’ve begun realizing that I’ve let those challenging circumstances affect me, putting layers of hardness around my heart.

On Sunday night when the retreat opened with a time of worship, we weren’t two lines into the first song before I had tears running down my face. I know without a doubt that people were praying over the retreat, because I felt the Holy Spirit honoring their prayers by breaking through the inner walls I had been allowing to build up.

God spoke to my heart that night more directly than I have felt Him speak in some time. Calling me to repentance—and reminding me of His forgiveness and love. That night I spent a chunk of time journaling it out so that I can remember and look back at it.

But I wasn’t feeling so well. Saturday as we had traveled to the retreat, I had felt myself coming down with a sore throat, which continued on Sunday. All day Monday, my nose was almost constantly running. And so while others went through Kleenex from crying, I was using them up to handle my cold.

I let myself be miserable about how I felt—wallowing in self-pity. Because I didn’t feel well, and I was annoyed about it. Justifiably so, right?

I made a comment to someone that day about how I was thankful for how God had been speaking to me during the retreat, but a bit apprehensive about whether the effect would “stick” after the ‘high’ of the retreat.

The next morning, I got up still feeling unwell—particularly because I hadn’t slept very soundly. As I was dragging around my room trying to get ready for the day, God gave me a much-needed slap in the face.

Our speaker for the retreat was talking about how we deal with suffering based on the book of Job. On Monday morning, she had talked about how people form different views of God in the face of suffering. Some become cynical, some think they know the answers, and others (like Job) choose to trust God’s sovereignty.

On Tuesday morning, the Holy Spirit showed me that I wasn’t having a very Job-like attitude. I was behaving selfishly, and letting my physical circumstance dictate my heart attitude. Which is the same choices that had kept me stuck in a pit of apathy for most of this year.

And so I had to again repent for my behavior. Even a silly little thing like a cold at an inconvenient time is NOT out of God’s purview!!! He allowed it for a reason—and my responsibility is not to mope and question why, but rather to accept it with thanksgiving and worship!

As I accepted that in my heart, the Holy Spirit filled my mind with verses from the Psalms and songs. I left my room singing worship to God. Because He totally changed the attitude of my heart!! Instead of being frustrated, I suddenly became thankful for the cold. It gave me just the practical test I needed to keep me humble and yet also show me how simple obedience really can be.

I told my small group this—and they could even see the difference in my face. Yes, I still felt a bit crummy—but when God turned my heart attitude around, that made a huge difference. And so I was able to enjoy the last two days of the retreat even more, as well as learning a valuable lesson in practical application!

Today my fellow staff member and I have had another test. We woke up at 3:30 this morning to go to their airport for our 6 a.m. flight (first of three) on the way back to Uganda. But, instead of leaving at 6 a.m., that flight didn’t take off until 11 a.m. (long story, believe me!!).

We were scheduled for a four-hour layover before the next flight—but obviously even that wasn’t long enough for a five-hour flight delay. Worse yet, that first leg of our trip was booked separately from the rest because it had been cheaper up front that way. But with the delay & missed flight, we were on our own between airlines.

Of course, it all worked out….but instead of arriving in Entebbe at 11 p.m., we will now arrive at 3:30 a.m.—and possibly be charged extra money. We’re still not quite sure on that point. We were quoted a price, but then not asked for payment.

Through it all, it’s been an opportunity to once again choose to trust God and not just be angry about what He has allowed. I felt especially bad for the flight crew of that first flight, as they had a plane full of mostly annoyed people (some who were rather vocal!!) sitting on the tarmac for three hours.

But God has a plan even in this, one we may never understand. But it’s all part of our sanctification process—because God is so good at what He does that **nothing** is wasted – He works ALL THINGS together for the GOOD of His beloved children!!

And *that* is why I’m thankful for a cold & a delayed flight.

{Now as I post this we’re waiting in Nairobi – our next flight boards in just about half an hour! Almost back to Uganda….!!}

A Jonah Day

It’s Thanksgiving morning as I begin to write this, and I am sitting in a friend’s car in Jinja, Uganda as we stop to pick up some things on our way to Kobwin.

Last night we stayed at a resort on the shore of Lake Victoria, not far from the source of the Nile River. Yesterday was rather challenging….but through it all I am remembering to focus on God’s goodness and faithfulness.

It started in the morning. We were leaving Kasana at 9, but I had to run up to the admin office before then. I wasn’t planning to bring the sponsorship laptop with me, and I couldn’t sign in to access that email remotely. So I wanted to set up an automatic vacation response so people emailing questions would know it would be a couple of days. But I couldn’t find it anywhere in Outlook.

Made it home and it was time to go. In the process of trying to finish things up, I forgot to close my windows (hopefully it doesn’t rain too hard while we’re gone) and I forgot to grab my sleeping blinders. Neither of which I realized until that night.

We made it into Kampala, I got a few things I needed at one of the malls, and we had a good conversation with our driver. He is one of New Hope’s grown sons, now with a wife and a new baby, and we really appreciate him!

{It’s now Friday morning in Kobwin! I didn’t want to write as we drove, because I wanted to observe the new regions of Uganda where I had not yet been!}

So on Wednesday for lunch we went to a restaurant I had been to a couple of times earlier this year. It’s in Entebbe, not far from Lake Victoria. Sitting there looking at the lake somehow felt so restful and just what my soul needed. I had delicious chicken lasagna for lunch (and dinner, thanks to a takeaway box!).

At the airport, we picked up a gal who had spent a year at Kasana and another at Kobwin. Then we really got on the road, back up through Kampala and then off towards Jinja. There was a good bit of traffic, plus tons of slow, big trucks. So the journey seemed long and a bit tense.

We arrived at the resort tired and hungry. Once we got a bit settled in our rooms, we went to the outdoor seating area for dinner. Thankfully Constance & Allison had called in to preorder their food, and I was just eating my leftovers…so we didn’t have to wait for that.

Within 10 minutes of being outside, I could tell the mosquitoes had found me and were having a feast. So I headed inside and counted seven quickly swelling lumps. :/ I had also found out there was no wifi at the resort, which was disappointing because I had been hoping to enjoy a Skype with my family.

I was pretty sore and tired, so I was looking forward to a hot shower Constance said they would have. Fought with the bathroom door a bit that wouldn’t lock easily and wouldn’t stay closed, then thought I heard someone trying to come into my room. I still don’t know what the latter was about, I was too nervous to come out and didn’t want to have to fight with the door again.

Got all ready for my shower, turned on the hot water, and it was cold. My hand ran into a spider web in the corner, and he ran away as I continued letting the water run hoping it would warm up. No such success……I gave up in frustration.

Let down the mosquito net (which had a small hole) and grabbed my tablet to read in bed for a little while. Fought with the confusing bedcovers….It took me a bit to figure out that instead of having a sheet and a blanket, two sheets had evidently been sewn together to make a sort of duvet (a word I learned in N.Ireland!) over the blanket.

This is when I realized I didn’t have my blinders, and the lovely porch light right outside my window would make it hard for me to sleep. Climbed out of bed and turned it off, and as I climbed back in something among the covers moved and all I could see at first was a tail.

“You’ve got to be kidding, please don’t let there be a snake in my bed!!!” was my first thought. Then I noticed a small foot near the root end of the tail and breathed a sigh of relief. It was “only” one of the common 5-6” skink lizards that I usually enjoy watching. But I was still definitely NOT amenable to him sharing a bed with me. He wanted to run away as well – so I untucked the mosquito net near where he was and he fell to the floor and scurried off.

At that point I curled up in bed and had a self-pity cry. It had all been a bit too many failed expectations and frustrations for one night, I guess. If I had been making the decision at that moment about going home for Christmas, I would have gone in a heartbeat. But the decision to stay had thankfully been made the week before on a better day, in a more reasonable frame of mind!

I finished the chapter on Friendship that I had been reading in C.S. Lewis’ The Four Loves, and then I turned to my current relaxation reading: Anne of Avonlea. The title of the next chapter was “A Jonah Day,” about a day when teacher Anne Shirley felt like a failure.

A toothache colored her day all dark, and she was irritated and harsh with her pupils. On top of that, assuming that a package contained a banned nut cake, she told the offending student to drop it in the fire….and since the package was actually fireworks it created no small sensation! Then her trouble-maker student put a mouse in her desk, and she actually whipped him for it….something she had said she would never do.

Wow did I ever identify with her that evening! It may not seem like God would typically use a fluffy fiction book to encourage a frustrated, somewhat weepy daughter…..but He did just that :)

“Jonah days come to everybody,” as Marilla reminded Anne, and “This day’s done and there’s a new one coming tomorrow with no mistakes {and no frustrations} in it yet.”

And so yesterday (Thanksgiving) my attitude and thus my day were very much better! Thanks to God’s unending faithfulness and graciousness even in those times when I get so frustrated when things don’t go my way.

On Thanksgiving, I had the privilege of worshipping God as I watched His lovely sunrise over Lake Victoria. I took a shower that, while still not hot was not as cold as it might have been. We arrived in the beautiful Kobwin safely. I was reunited to some dear friends and greeted warmly. We had a delicious dinner. And I had no problem with cell phone signal to call my family for a bit before I went to bed.

Through ALL of it—both a Jonah day and Thanksgiving—God is good :)

Angels in Disguise

So.......visiting the Long Island Beach tonight nearly cost me what I'm guessing would have been about $500..............

Let me back up. I came to Island Park, New York for the weekend to cover the dedication of the first home rebuilt by Samaritan's Purse after Hurricane Sandy, which was today. {Warning - long story coming up}

I bid farewell to the SP folks at the church, and they had told me where I could go to be on an ocean beach. It wasn't far away, so I decided to go. I got there at about 8:40, so it was definitely past dusk. Tried to take some pictures, and started getting my feet wet wading. Then I decided to put my camera, my phone, my flip flops, and my rental car keys together in a pile so that I could wade without worrying about my stuff getting wet.

That was shortly after 8:50. I quickly realized that the waves were going further in than I expected, so I grabbed my pile of stuff and moved it to a different place. I debated moving it further inland, but as I had walked onto the beach a beach police patrol vehicle had driven by. I could see his lights down the beach, and didn't want to take the chance that he would run over my stuff! So I put it down in a new place, but still rather uncomfortably close to the water.

A tiny bit later, I went to move it again or something, and in picking up my stuff I realized that my car keys were not right there with the other stuff. I knew I was in trouble. I turned up my phone screen brightness to use as a flashlight and started looking for the keys. Thankfully there was a pile of rocks that created a boundary marking point on one side of the area. I knew my keys had to be between where I first put my stuff and where the rocks were, a distance of maybe 20 yards. Unless the waves had already carried them away....................

The phone did no good. I got on my hands and knees and crawled along the track I had thought I walked between the two places. No luck. About that time, the police car came back toward where I was. I walked over to him and flagged him down. He had someone in the back, I think a kid who was breaking curfew or something. He didn't have a flashlight, but he turned his floodlight on and drove between the two points where I thought it was three times as I walked alongside looking. Nothing. He had to take the kid home, and said I should call a tow truck if I couldn't find them.

Long before that point, I had been praying asking God to please help me find my keys. I knew He knew where they are, and I sure would like to have them!!! I had noticed that the keys said on them "average replacement cost is $225." And if I followed the policemen's suggestion, I'd have to pay a good bit to have it towed, most likely plus a chunk more for a locksmith to get me into the car so I could get my stuff out. After the police man left, I walked back and forth I don't know how many times between the two points, shuffling my feet in the sand, just hoping that I would run into the keys with my feet. "Please guide my steps," I prayed. A knot was forming in my stomach as I thought about how much this would cost. And yes, I was definitely worried.

By 9:08, I realized I probably was not going to find the keys. And that I needed to call someone from SP to come pick me up before it got too much later. I didn't have anyone's number who was at the church (about 15 minutes away) - at least not on my phone. It was in my notebook in my car, which I couldn't get into. I did have the videographer's number in my phone, but he was at his hotel, 30 minutes away. I called him and asked him to send me the site manager's number. When I got off the phone with him and waited for the text message, I noticed I only had one bar of battery left on my phone. That made me honestly scared for the first time. "God help me," I said, knowing I was fixing to really be in a mess.

A lady and two gentlemen, one with a little kid on his shoulders walked over to me and asked if I had lost something. I questioned for a moment how wise it was to tell complete strangers that I was locked out of my car and pretty much stranded. But it was obvious that I was looking for something, and I didn't have much choice. I told them I had lost my car keys, and where I thought they ought to be, but that I was just calling a friend to get me. It was 9:13, and the text message came as I was talking to them. I called the SP site manager's number. It rang maybe four or five times, no answer. But then I hung up, because those three angels in disguise had called out to me that they found my keys. Yep, I had been looking for those silly things for 15-20 minutes, and they found them in about three minutes.

They handed me the keys, and I asked them if they would come with me to my car so that I could give them some money as a thank you. But they didn't want anything. I told them how very grateful I was. I can't even express how relieved I was about it! Oh my....God certainly provided!!!!

They walked away down the beach, and I went back to enjoying wading a bit, since I had barely had time to do so yet. But this time, I kept all of my stuff with me, you'd better believe it. Standing there, the waves crashing against my legs, I recovered a little bit from the nervous tension I had been under for the past several minutes. And just thanked God. It was definitely a reminder that He will take care of me, even when I'm not so smart and even in the "little" things.

God is so very amazingly good! And yes, God would be just as amazingly good if I hadn't ever found my keys, or if the ocean had swept them away. But I give Him lots of thanks for the fact that in this case He decided to protect and bless me, despite my smidgen of stupidity. :)

Our Crazy Weather and My Fun Day

We've had crazy weather this winter...both in Dallas and here in NWA. I haven't been in Dallas for the crazy weather, so I'll mostly talk about the NWA part :) The crazy weather has been in the form of snow - and TONS OF SNOW!

It snowed a bit on the weekend my parents brought me back to school - Jan. 9. But it wasn't much. It did stick around for several days though.

Our second snow storm came on Jan. 20th. It started early in the morning, if I remember right. I walked to my 9:00a.m. class through the falling snow and enjoyed taking some pictures of it :)

I would guess it snowed 2-4 inches....so not too much. Most of the snow disappeared in about a week, except for places where there had been a big pile of it.

The weather was absolutely gorgeous the weekend of the 29th, with highs in the 60's! I went for a walk to downtown and took pictures - I may have even been in a t-shirt.

It changed pretty quick after that though. On Feb. 1, it started snowing at about 1a.m. and continued to snow for well over 12 hours. It was basically a blizzard that morning - that's what a weather website was calling it! Campus closed down at 10:30a.m. and all classes for the rest of the day were cancelled. My prof. had cancelled my 9:00 class even before campus closed. I heard that only six classes were held that day.

Since that was a Tuesday, we were supposed to put the newspaper together in the evening. Because classes were cancelled, we decided to do it in the afternoon instead - so I had to walk the quarter mile or so to the honors house where the Threefold office is.

The snow was still falling at that point. After I finished laying out my pages for the paper, I went to dinner in the cafeteria. While I was there, one of the other students got the email saying classes were cancelled for the next day as well. It was so funny how cheering broke out in the cafeteria, kind of in waves as more students figured out what was going on.

So the next day my friend Brooke and I decided to get outside and take snow pictures! It was about 10*, but we didn't let that stop us :D We had a blast for nearly an hour and a half.

Most of the trees were really pretty because they were covered in icicles that were glistening in the sun :) I would guess there was about 6" of snow from that storm.

Our adventures included following deer tracks through the woods to an area I had heard looked like Narnia,

walking across the soccer field to get back to my dorm,

me being "forced" to eat snow after I shocked Brooke by saying I couldn't remember eating snow before (I liked it - I just look funny because I was laughing so hard at Brooke's shocked-ness),

and taking pictures of each other.

On Friday the 4th we got a little more snow - but not for too long. It just made everything pretty again :)

While Brooke and I were out and about, I had further shocked Brooke by admitting I had never been sledding before. I mean, come on - I'm from Dallas - when does Dallas ever get enough snow to go sledding? (Well, last year and this year it has...but I haven't been there either time!) So the next day (Sat. 5th) we got together to go sledding. But first we had to get the six inches of snow off of her car.......that took a while...and then we had to get her car out of the parking spot. And once we finally did get out, we weren't sure where we would find sleds. So we went to a hardware store and got "drip pans" instead - they look like giant cookie sheets. We think they're meant to be used under running generators, but not sure. Anyhow, we went with two of Brooke's other friends over to the honors hill which is THE sledding hill of Siloam and had a lot of fun sledding :)

(This is us trying to go down with three people on the cookie sheet - it didn't work. Two people worked great though :D)

And I loved it! :) After we finished sledding, we made snow cream (like ice cream - but made of snow and condensed milk - YUM!) and enjoyed it together :)

The snow from that storm is still around, although it had been cleared off most of the roads and gotten very trampled down everywhere else and was actually getting a little dangerous, what from the melting and refreezing it's done. But the weather wasn't done with Arkansas yet!

Tuesday night (8th) another snow storm was forecasted to hit our area. After I finished my part of laying out the paper in the Threefold office (at about 1:30 in the morning), I walked back over to my dorm. The snow had been falling for 30-45 minutes at that point, and was just a light dusting on the ground. I loved it because it was dark outside, so the snow falling through the light beams from the street lights was really pretty, and I could listen to the snow falling, and I felt like Lucy discovering Narnia :)

I went to bed in pretty short order, and woke up at 6:30. I got an automated call that classes were cancelled for the day because of the snow - which made me so happy because I had been feeling very overwhelmed about that day's homework. So I went back to sleep until 9. When I got up and looked outside, I could hardly believe my eyes. It had snowed so much that I could hardly see the cars in the parking lot - there were just lots of car-shaped white humps with antennas sticking out of them! It continued snowing until about 2 that afternoon - a total of TWO FEET!

That afternoon (yesterday) I trekked across the Quad (breaking my own path through the snow that was up to my knees!) to work on my homework assignment for the next day - it was fun, but it sure was cold toooo!!! When I was at dinner, I once again witnessed students' jubilation at learning classes were cancelled for our fourth snow day of the semester. That freed me up from worrying about homework that would have been due today, so I went to a movie night in a friend's room. I also hung out with some of the girls on my hall and talked with Nathan on the phone for an hour :D

So that brings me up to today - and was it ever a fun day!

I woke up at about nine, spent some time talking to Mom on the phone and doing other stuff until 10 when the Health Center opened for the day. Went down there and rode the bike machine for an hour (went 10 miles) and did some weights stuff. While I rode the bike I was reading John Perkins' autobiography for one of my classes.

After that I ate lunch with several friends of mine, and they invited me to play Wallyball with them. So we played that for an hour and a half or so, and I was actually doing all right at it! When I had tried it before (back in my freshman fall) I had done poorly...but this time I was actually a tiny bit co-ordinated!

After we finished playing, we decided to go sledding. But this time, we went to the big tall hill near the 100 stairs. We'd heard about a slope there that somebody found.

(I "stole" this picture from one of my hall mates of when they went down the big hill yesterday. We didn't have this sled today)

By the time we got to it, though, there wasn't much snow on parts of it because so many people had gone down it. So we promptly put more snow on it! As we were putting snow on it, the twins and I ended up sliding down it (without any type of sled under us!). I actually got stuck partway down on a vine type thing that was attached to something at the top and the bottom...but I was able to get myself loose.

After everyone in our group had gone down the hill, we had to hike up the 100 stairs which was a tad dangerous because they were covered in snow! But lots of other people had been going up/down them, and there was a handrail to hang on to, so it was fine :) The next time I went down, I tried to use my "sled" - but it decided it didn't want to go down the hill. My body, however, decided to keep going without the sled! That time hurt a lot more - and I got a bruise from it - but it was still fun :D The crazy thing about this slope is that as you're going down you're kicking up a lot of snow that flies up in your face - and then at the bottom there's this mound of snow from everyone sledding down - so it's quite the ride :) The third (and last) time I went down I used a friend's inner tube - and that was definitely the best :D

Lynnette and I then decided to walk the Dogwood Trail all around the campus - it was her idea and a bit crazy, but we had a ton of fun. It took us about an hour to go the 1.8 miles, following deer trails or human trails...but we were still walking in snow that was at least to half way up our legs. We made the mistake of going the uphill direction though :/

We wrote our names with our fingers in the snow. Lots of other people had been doing it too. At one point we saw four or five dear crossing the trail - we felt so sorry for them being out in this cold and having to walk through the deep snow!! There were also lots of cute little birdies out singing :) Of course I felt even more sorry for them than for the deer!

When we got about halfway around the trail, we stopped and lay down in the snow for a while - it was kind of cold but it actually felt nice too! It was so quiet and peaceful and the moon was up (it was only about 4:30p.m. at that point) - it was just wonderful...I could have almost fallen asleep :D

We came back around to the parking lot area for the library, and there was a big mound of snow around a lamp post - so I suggested that we climb up it - and we did, crazy as it was for us to do that :D It was pretty difficult to climb because of sinking into the snow anytime we tried to step up. But we did it in the end!

Of course, once we quit walking in the snow and were walking on the cleared sidewalk is when I started to realize just how COLD my ankles and feet were. I was very glad to get back to my room and take off my snow-packed boots and socks and take a nice warm shower! But the hot water made my feet hurt so bad because they were so cold--they're all right now though :)

Since then I've just been blogging and doing some homework reading and enjoying the last of my snow day...tomorrow I have a test in my one class, but then it will be the weekend all over again! While I'm enjoying the time off, I'm also ready for all the snow to just go away. This weekend it's supposed to get up to 50 degrees, and by next Thursday the high is supposed to be 70, so I'm really looking forward to that! And then my parents come for Family Weekend!!!!!!!!!!! :D

I've had such a wonderful day - thanks to all my friends who made it possible! :D

Rafting Down the Illinois River

On Saturday (the 11th) the Honors Scholars Program here at JBU took all the new freshmen and the Honors Orientation mentors rafting on the Illinois River! I’m typing this up today (9/12) so I won’t forget anything, but there are a few other things I want to post about on my blog before this actually goes up.

Anyway, we all (I think about 85 of us!) met at the Honors House at 9:00. Yep, it was a bit early for college kids on a Saturday. Then we all piled into a long caravan of a couple JBU vans and lots of personal vehicles. Thankfully it wasn’t a long drive. It took a while for everyone to get into the river. The rafts had six people each, and most rafts had one mentor and all the freshmen in that mentor’s group. I have four girls in my group, and then we had another girl from a group who had too many people to fit in a raft.

Here’s a picture of me and the girls I’m mentoring!

We weren’t doing anything near white water rafting. Just down river of the drop off point there was one little part that had a bit of rapids. I was sitting on the front seat and promptly tumbled off the seat into the girls behind me when we went over that bit, hehehe…. Not long after that we got stuck on some driftwood stuff, so I decided to hop out and pull the raft off. I managed to do that, but then of course the raft got away from me a bit and so I had to catch up to it and then try to climb in – and I made a grand fool of myself :D But I had fun doing that! J

We went around a bend in the river, and enjoyed some nice scenery – high buttes overlooking the river and things like that. It was nice and peaceful, and we enjoyed floating down river with the current. (We did have 4 paddles, but sometimes we didn’t row and just floated.) A couple times we made ourselves go round and round and round in circles – and that was really fun :D

All the rafts (I think there were at least 14 rafts, plus several 2-person canoes) were really spread out, so we weren’t really near any other people for most of the trip. After about an hour (maybe?), we got to the place where we were all pulling off to have lunch. Our raft was in the second half of the pack, so by the time we got there the boys from the rafts ahead of us had gotten the “bright” idea of stopping the rafts and pulling or making everyone jump into the water. Not that I minded getting wet – but I’m independent enough I didn’t like being forced to, so I tried to “defend myself” a bit :D

Anyway, we enjoyed our lunch. There were lots of butterflies landing on people, a cute little tiny turtle (only a little more than an inch in diameter!) and a not so cute baby snake…the snake was probably about a foot long, and it kind of slithered over one girl’s leg, then went around and tried to hide in a life jacket that was lying on the shore, and then swam off right in the middle of us all. Yep, a lot of us were a little freaked out about it!

After lunch all the rafts and canoes headed on down river again. Some of the other people decided to just swim/float down river rather than riding in the rafts. Our raft was doing just fine, but then a couple of the floating guys decided to come “attack” us. We tried to paddle really fast and get away…..but it didn’t work. Two of the girls went rather willingly into the river, but the other four of us held our ground. J We lost one of our paddles though :/ So there were only four of us in the raft, and we only had three paddles. And we were rather disoriented. There was the really low hanging tree, and we tried to stay away from it….but no, we went under it. We all ducked and screamed a bit, but we made it under :D A couple of the girls said that was their favorite part of the ride….. J Well, we went a little further and then I grabbed onto a tree trunk so that the other two girls could catch up to us and get back in the raft. A little further downstream there was a bank about 10 feet high, maybe? And the water below it was about six feet deep. So five or so students were taking turns scrambling up the bank and jumping into the river. Yep, it made me pretty nervous, and I certainly didn’t do it! But no one got hurt.

We were the last raft, and there were a couple canoes near us. So the four or so people who had been floating/swimming decided to join us on our raft – at least it wasn’t for very long! We went a little further downstream and then we could see the place where we would get out of the river. There was a boat jam there of people trying to get out, so we hung back and floated around really lazily for a little while – the more adventurous ones went and climbed on a big tree that was sitting partly in the water. Lauren, one of my girls, did a neat flip to get out of it :D Eventually, the people downstream hollered at us that it was time to go, so we went the rest of the way down, and got out of the water.

And thus ended our epic boating trip. It was a great idea for a bonding time between mentors and students, and I had a blast. J Of course, today my shoulder and hip are really sore, but it was totally worth it!

My Labor Day Weekend!

[If you want to hear about what I actually did for most of the weekend, go to this post on Nathan's blog. If you want to hear about the long process of how I got to Colorado Springs, this is the place to be!]

At JBU we don't have classes on Labor Day off. Last year I had stayed on campus, and there was basically no one around. But, it's so close to the beginning of school that it seems silly to go home. Anyhow, this year I had a much more interesting weekend! Labor Day weekend is Parents Weekend at USAFA (U.S. Air Force Academy - where Nathan is going to school!), so Dad and Mom drove up on Wednesday to spend the weekend with him. Nathan knew they were planning to come, of course. What he didn't know is that we'd been planning a surprise for him, even since before he left Dallas in June! The surprise? That I would fly to Colo. Sprgs. so I could join them for the weekend! :D

Anyway, one of my friends here at JBU lives in Colorado Springs, so when Dad and Mom and I came up with the idea I messaged her to see if maybe we could fly together! Her name is Cassie, and we were able to fly together - it was nice to not be by myself :) And, it made the surprise part much easier, because her parents could pick us up from the airport. We were able to find some reasonably priced tickets (flying into Denver instead of Colo. Sprgs.), but the flight that we had to pick wasn't the most convenient :/

On Friday (the 3rd) we both had class until 4:00, so we had to take the last flight package of the day from Tulsa to Denver. That made us go from Tulsa to Phoenix and then from Phoenix to Denver. Talk about the long way around! So we found a ride to Tulsa, since neither of us have a car. [Important note - we left JBU at 4:00 p.m. CentralST - remember that!] On Thursday I got really worried because I had seen that it took an hour and a half to get from JBU to Tulsa, and I didn't know what traffic or airport lines would be like, and our flight left at 6:20! But, that all worked out perfectly fine. I think we were sitting at our gate by 5:30, because it only took one hour to get to the airport. We eventually boarded our flight, which left on time, and that is when our adventures began! (Cassie and I had hoped to sit together, but there weren't any seats together when we boarded)

Our itinerary said that we would land at Phoenix at 6:50, and then we would have an hour lay-over until our flight to Denver left. I hadn't looked at a map recently to see just how far it was from Arkansas to Arizona. So I glibly thought our flight would be 30 minutes. 3o minutes into the flight, the pilot had just announced that we had reached cruising altitude, and the attendants were just starting to pass out drinks and such. I hadn't thought about the time change. Phoenix must be in MountainST. So it would be an hour and a half. No big deal. I changed my watch and settled back into my seat to get some reading done for school.

7:30 MST came around, and we had just started our descent. I started getting worried about then. Was our flight that much behind schedule???? Cassie and I had to catch a flight at 7:50! I even checked a map in the plane magazine to see if Arizona was in PacificST. It wasn't. We landed right at 7:50, and I was so sure we were going to miss our flight. We were in the back of the plane, and I knew there was no way we were going to get off that plane, find our gate, and get onto the next plane in time. Cassie tapped me on the shoulder and said "we are going to have to book it!" I checked my phone, and it said the time was 6:50. I did a double take, checked my MST-set watch, and then a light dawned. I told Cassie to check her phone. She did, and it said 6:50. Then I realized what had happened. Silly little AZ doesn't do Daylight Savings Time. So for half of the year, it is in MST. For the other half of the year, it is in PST. We weren't going to miss our flight. We had landed right on time and had an hour to relax.

So we got off the plane, got some food, and then lay across some seats talking. We also talked to this really cute little boy (about 6 or 7 years old I think) who wanted to tell us all about the kids show on the TV :) At 7:30 or so we headed over to our gate for our next flight. Our plane was a little late coming in from LAX. The people who had been on the plane got off, and then the boarding process started.....and then suddenly stopped. We had no idea what was going on, the line just wasn't moving at all.

After a few minutes, two girls (well, they were probably a couple years older than me) came off the plane and were standing against the wall complaining about someone being rude. A couple more people boarded the plane, and then the line stopped again while the guy doing the boarding went to the airplane and got someone for the girls to talk to. They were apparently complaining that a flight attendant had been rude to them (I still think they were taking advantage of the two situations with flight attendants that have happened recently), while the attendant was saying that the girls hadn't done what she asked them to do, or something like that. Anyway, those two girls did not get back on the plane. I think they were basically kicked off the flight. So because of all that, our flight was at least half an hour late when be finally pulled away from the gate at about 8:30 PST.

It had been announced that it would be a full flight, so Cassie and I knew we didn't have a chance of sitting together. When we saw that both front rows had an empty seat we immediately took them. So we were in the first row - which made it nice for getting off the plane! We finally landed in Denver at about 11:00 p.m. MST. Cassie's parents met us at the baggage claim area. We waited a while at the carousel that had our flight's info, and then it was announced that our flight's baggage was at a different one. So we finally got our stuff, and then we started driving to Colo. Sprgs.

Since I was trying to surprise Nathan by just showing up at the hotel where he was staying with Dad and Mom, I couldn't call to let them know the flight was late. They had all gone to bed at about 10 (I think) anyway. Mom called me at about 12:30 a.m. MST, and I told her then. A little before 1 a.m. MST, I finally got dropped off at the hotel. Mom had told me on Thursday what room number they would be in, so I went up and Mom let me in. Nathan was sound asleep, so I shook him awake. He looked at me and was like "hi" with his sleepy smile. Then his facial expression showed his mental realization of "wait a minute, what are you doing here???? You're supposed to be in AR!" It was funny :) So then we all got settled back down and went to sleep.

So it was 1 a.m. MST by the time I arrived at the hotel - 2 a.m. CST. TEN HOURS after we had left JBU. I was definitely tired, but it was SO worth it!

The trip back to JBU on Monday the 6th was much less eventful. There was a male flight attendant who used the safety briefing as an opportunity to show off his beatboxing skills - so that was funny :) We were able to take a direct flight from Denver to Tulsa, which was nice. Another girl who goes to JBU and has a boyfriend at USAFA flew back on the same flight as us (she had been able to get an earlier flight on Friday), so one of her friends tooks us from Tulsa back to JBU.

And that's the end of my long story :)

a messed up morning..........

So I'm house sitting for the next few days...and this morning I was going to ride the bus/train/bus to get back to my house after spending the night at the other house. It was all going to work out very well, because I wouldn't have to wait very long at any of my transfer points! Well, it did not end up working out like that. At all.

I left the house plenty early because I didn't know how long it was going to take me to walk to the bus stop. It only took me 10 minutes to walk the .4 miles, so I had 12 minutes to spare! I went to a Starbucks on the corner and got a parfait, then went back to the bus stop and ate it. I could see the bus on the other side of the intersection. After a few minutes, I realized that the bus was just sitting there with its hazard lights going! I was pretty confused...I waited for a while, until the pick up time had passed, and the bus was still just sitting there.

I was getting worried, because I only had one minute to spare between my bus arrival and the train departing. Looking back on this, I wasn't thinking very straight at all!!!!! I decided to walk to the train station since the bus wasn't seeming to come. Well, I did. It was spitting rain. At one point the bus zoomed past me. To make a long story short, it was a little over two miles to the train station. A couple times I ran because I didn't know how far it was and I was still hoping to make my train. That was a crazy hope.

I missed two or three trains as I walked to the station (it took me 24 minutes), so when I finally got there I had just missed one and had to wait 15 minutes for the next one. I finally got on the train and rode down to the station closest to my house. Took a bus that got me a little ways toward my house, then had to walk another .6 miles.

All in all, thanks to my impatience and not being rational, a trip that was supposed to take one hour took two. The end.

why I will (not) miss Nathan

Nathan, my (not little) younger brother leaves for USAFA (the United States Air Force Academy) on June 23rd. When he does, he will just about fall off the face of the earth for the next four years. The below story is an example of why I will (and will not) miss him a TON.

Sunday afternoon my upper back was really sore (it's a long story but includes a car accident over 5 months ago and lifting a 2-year-old) and I was lying on my floor in pain...

My dad was asking Nathan and me if we had any expectations for the afternoon. I said something like "no, but I do expect Nathan to go heat up my heat pad for me!" (as in 'hint hint'!)

Nathan responds "Oh, that's a bad expectation to have!" He then tries to convince me that I'm closer to where my heat pad is so I should do it. I retort that I am more comfortable lying on the floor than he is standing up, so he should do it. He responds "but I don't know where it is and I don't know how to do it!" So I tell him where it is, but he's still acting like he won't do anything about it....he wants me to tell him every move to make. So I tell him "open the drawer" and he does, "pull out the heat pad" and he does, "shut the drawer" and he protests that's not a necessary step.

He almost tosses it to me and I'm like "but it's not hot yet!" So I tell him to go heat it in the microwave on high for 2 minutes. And the rascal acts like he doesn't know how to use the microwave - like I'll have to tell him every move to make out there. So I say "it's one step! You go out to the microwave, open the door, put the heat pad in, turn it on..." As I said that, I counted on my fingers without thinking! Nathan caught me, of course. "That's not one step, you're counting on your fingers!" and then he mimics me, sending me into peals of laughter :D

So he went out to do it, acting as if he was going to come back in to get a new instruction every time. I heard the microwave go off, and then he came back with his hands behind his back and was like "ok, what next?" And I said "hand me the hot pad!" because I am smart and I knew he had it behind his back even though he was trying to trick me into thinking it was still in the kitchen :D

So that's what my crazy brother and I do to amuse ourselves :)

Pictures!!!!!

Well, I have about half an hour until my first class (Mass Media/Mass Culture - it's for my journalism major), so I figured I would post some more pictures!

This is my half of the dorm room - for those of you who don't know, I am in a suite in the dorms attached to the Student Center in the middle of campus. That means that my room mate (Kaley!) and I share one room and have a bathroom in common with the two girls next door. The bathroom has 2 sinks, a shower stall, and a separate little room with the toilet. It is a very nice set-up and is working great so far!

My desk area all set up with all my textbooks on the shelf above! (This was taken at night with the windows closed, but my desk actually gets pretty good daylight when the windows are open. It faces the outside wall so I can sit at my desk and look out the window. My "view" is mostly of the next dorm though....)

My view out the window, and my pretty window decorations!!!! (You can see the edge of the window on the right of this picture...my desk is just to the right of that)

My dresser and decorations book shelf - I should probably take another one of this in the day time so that you can see it better. Lots of birdie stuff :D

Behind my dresser - some more storage space and my way up to bed (thankfully I haven't fallen yet...so I don't think I will! :D)

Me after BIG Games before washing the paint off :D

BIG stuff from last night

So to finish up about yesterday, we ended the day with BIG Gathering, BIG Games and BIG Coffeehouse. The gathering was mostly a comical video parodying a freshman's first day :D It was funny....then they showed some pictures from last year's BIG games to get us pumped up. All the freshman (300-400) had been divided up into "O Groups" (I found out today that the O group assignments were based on our Gateway class...i.e. we will have a class this semester with the same people we have been getting to know the past couple of days.) Each O Group has 10-12 freshman plus two returning student leaders, with a total of 33 O groups. For BIG games, 5-6 O groups joined up to form a team (Red, Blue, Green, Purple, Orange, Yellow). So each team had 50-60 people.
I was on the Yellow team (and so was my room mate Kaley!) The games started at 9. First of all, we had to come up with a team name and a cheer. I liked ours, but it wasn't as creative as some of the other groups. We called ourselves "Yello Sno" or something like that. We were ALL gathered at the top of the 100 stairs (there really are 100 and they really are steep!!!), and once they were ready for us we trooped down the stairs, yelling our chants as we went. Then we got ourselves painted up with our respective colors. The first opportunity to win points was the performance of our team chant/yell. Next, we were all ordered to take off our shoes and each team put their shoes in a pile. The leaders came and mixed them up, and we all had to sit around in a circle. Once they said go, we all rushed over (all 50-60 of us!), tried to grab our shoes from the pile, and put them on as fast as we could. I think we won that one :D
I think I'm forgetting one...but the next one I remember is that we had 6 teams of 2 girls and 2 boys each. The boys had to drag the girls on a tarp about 15 yards, around a cone and back again, and the girls had to be eating a twinky and drinking a small bottle of coke. I had the job of eating a twinky....it wasn't too hard, but I should have gotten the package opened sooner!
I just remembered which one I forgot! Thirdly (after shoes/before tarp) each team had to get in a long line standing up with their legs spread apart. We rolled a watermelon through the line and then followed the watermelon, reforming the line at the end. Once everyone had gone through, we had to smash the watermelon and eat it as fast as we could. I didn't eat very much of it, but it was pretty amazing how fast it disappeared.
After the twinkys and coke, one of the team members had to eat a whole can of spam, spin around with his head on a bat 10 times, and then write our team name on the grass with shaving cream. I would NOT have liked doing that one :P Our guy did really well at it though! Sixth (I think) was the barber shop. Three of our team members became "hair stylists" (using shaving cream!!!!!!!), three more were customers, three were chairs (kneeling - the customers did actually sit on them!), and six more were shoe shiners/manicurists or something. We also had a "tourguide" for when the judges came, and a barbershop quartet, that actually sang quiet nicely!! The rest of us were walls/windows/barber poles. I think we may have won that one too, but I can't quite remember.
After that, we had to create a "sculpture" by toilet papering some of our team members. We decided to do the Mall in Washington D.C. We had 9 girls lie down on the ground and get covered in TP to form the reflecting pool, a two person stack for the Washington monument, and a six person chair and a back wall and front pillars (and Lincoln himself!) for the Lincoln Memorial. I'm pretty sure we won that one too.
Lastly, we were supposed to get all the TP out of our square (lines marked on the ground) into one of the other team's squares in five minutes. Well, everyone decided to bring their garbage to our square. We had it all cleaned up, and then the full assault started....then we mostly got it cleaned up again, and our group leaders were saying we had to sit down because the five minutes were up. Well, the team next door threw a TON of TP into our square right after we had to sit down....that was really annoying. Our team ended up with second place though, so that was really fun!!!!! We then had to hike back up the 100 stairs and go get cleaned up. I just took a shower, and was a little late for the BIG coffeehouse at 11. I had some hot chocolate and headed up to my room pretty soon after that.