Picture I found of Klaipeda, Lithuania - where Lithuania Christian College is located.
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29 April 2005
Life isn't fair... why haven't I learned that 'til now?
It's been yet another interesting week... I feel I've had enough of those! Actually, I can feel things winding down, and other than copy-editing my thesis, there's not much left for me to do school-wise. It's hard to believe that I'll have completed my Master's degree less than two weeks from now. (Coloradoans reading this, you're invited to party with me the evening of May 13th).
That said, I was thrown into another semi-funk this week as I recieved two more letters from jobs I'd applied for in Colorado, telling me, "good luck with your career goals, but we aren't interested in you at this time." Now, I am almost positively sure that I'm heading to Lithuania next year, but still. I wanted the options, you know. I wanted that feeling of affirmation that, indeed, all my hard and life-long work is actually going to one day put food on my table.
It really does feel like I've been fed some lies since jumping on the great American treadmill that is school and college and whatnot. You're told from the time you're young that if you work hard, get good grades, follow the rules, earn the scholarships, go the extra mile, polish the resume, yada, yada, you will eventually be showered with all the material goodness and security that America has to offer.
Can you see the battle raging in my soul? There is this huge giant of entitlement that seems to have set up camp in my brain/heart somewhere along the way. And now, the huge giant is hungry and tired, and is demanding cash.
Meanwhile, Jesus is saying things like, "what does it profit a man or woman if they gain the whole world, but lose their soul?"
That said, I was thrown into another semi-funk this week as I recieved two more letters from jobs I'd applied for in Colorado, telling me, "good luck with your career goals, but we aren't interested in you at this time." Now, I am almost positively sure that I'm heading to Lithuania next year, but still. I wanted the options, you know. I wanted that feeling of affirmation that, indeed, all my hard and life-long work is actually going to one day put food on my table.
It really does feel like I've been fed some lies since jumping on the great American treadmill that is school and college and whatnot. You're told from the time you're young that if you work hard, get good grades, follow the rules, earn the scholarships, go the extra mile, polish the resume, yada, yada, you will eventually be showered with all the material goodness and security that America has to offer.
Can you see the battle raging in my soul? There is this huge giant of entitlement that seems to have set up camp in my brain/heart somewhere along the way. And now, the huge giant is hungry and tired, and is demanding cash.
Meanwhile, Jesus is saying things like, "what does it profit a man or woman if they gain the whole world, but lose their soul?"
24 April 2005
Crumbs from your table...
For the past couple days I have been absolutely unable to get U2 lyrics out of my head - it's like a greatest hits album coagulating in my brain.. One song that has been disturbing me greatly is one off the new album, entitled, "Crumbs from your Table." Bono has mentioned somewhere that the song was written after his "American Heartland" tour, during which he basically pleaded the case for African AIDS relief to "fundamentalist" churches. He's commented that getting people to contribute money to that cause was "like trying to squeeze blood from a stone."
Hence the phrase in the song: "I would believe / if I was able / but I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table." The idea is that as western Christians we spend a lot of effort on getting people to believe the right thing, we send tons of missionaries to meet "eternal" needs, while sometimes overlooking the present desparate condition of the people we're trying to reach. Now, I don't think this is entirely the case, but it has me thinking...
The other day at church the youth group shared pictures from their Mexico spring break trip, during which they spent time building a church, holding VBS, and digging a pit for an outdoor toilet. There were lots of pictures of kids in mime makeup, hanging out with cute Mexican kids and generally having a fun, third-world time.
This is probably sacreligious to even question, but I just find myself questioning how we as Christians can continue to be content with the economic status quo, which perpetuates the necessity of taking such trips. What I guess I mean is, we rarely stop to question whether there might be something else we might do to really help the poverty stricken state of people in these countries - whether it's Mexico or Africa. We're content to give the "crumbs off our tables," in the form of short term missions or temporary patch jobs, but we don't question the policies and powers that make them necessary.
I don't know what would be a better way. I have no idea. I've just been struck by the words, "I would believe / if I were able." Does our lack of action on behalf of justice for such countries decrease reception to the gospel? What exactly is "good news" if it is not "good news to the poor?"
(I am as guilty as anyone).
Hence the phrase in the song: "I would believe / if I was able / but I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table." The idea is that as western Christians we spend a lot of effort on getting people to believe the right thing, we send tons of missionaries to meet "eternal" needs, while sometimes overlooking the present desparate condition of the people we're trying to reach. Now, I don't think this is entirely the case, but it has me thinking...
The other day at church the youth group shared pictures from their Mexico spring break trip, during which they spent time building a church, holding VBS, and digging a pit for an outdoor toilet. There were lots of pictures of kids in mime makeup, hanging out with cute Mexican kids and generally having a fun, third-world time.
This is probably sacreligious to even question, but I just find myself questioning how we as Christians can continue to be content with the economic status quo, which perpetuates the necessity of taking such trips. What I guess I mean is, we rarely stop to question whether there might be something else we might do to really help the poverty stricken state of people in these countries - whether it's Mexico or Africa. We're content to give the "crumbs off our tables," in the form of short term missions or temporary patch jobs, but we don't question the policies and powers that make them necessary.
I don't know what would be a better way. I have no idea. I've just been struck by the words, "I would believe / if I were able." Does our lack of action on behalf of justice for such countries decrease reception to the gospel? What exactly is "good news" if it is not "good news to the poor?"
(I am as guilty as anyone).
23 April 2005
"One love, one blood, one life / You got to do what you should..."
"To fly": leave the ground, lift off, rise up, be lifted, fly apart, expand, burst, rush, hurry, flutter, soar, wing, escape, take flight, lauch ---
There are times, especially in the spring in Colorado when the snow is still white on the peaks and the air is cool and bright, that I drive around in my car like I'm about to lift off the ground. Give me the right song, and the tires will just lift up off the pavement and carry me up into the air. Wednesday, I got to go to U2's "Vertigo" concert with several friends. I had been looking forward to it so much because Tuesday afternoon was my deadline to turn in a draft of my thesis, which I did. So the weight peeled off me, and Kelli and I drove down to the Pepsi center, singing along with their new album and talking about God.
U2's music never fails to make me want to live the most intense, devoted, extraordinary, committed, firey, ferocious, brave, spirit-filled, bold, empassioned, creative, visionary life I possibly can. It's like a drug that way, at least for me. Something about the way their melodies lift off and soar, the lines that hint at the Kingdom and the pain and the beauty of life.
The concert Wedenesday was a spiritual experience, there's no other way to put it. Sitting at Fado's, the Irish pub in LoDo afterwards, Mandy, Kelli and I were talking about the fact that as Christians, we feel we understand the band and the lyrics and their heart in a way that non-believers must not. We were talking about the idea that, for believers, sometimes the Holy Spirit within us recognizes the Holy Spirit within others, and our experience of U2's music is that of recognizing the Spirit's voice.
As we were talking, a slightly-tipsy guy in a green hat stumbled past our table and we started chatting about the concert and how much he'd enjoyed it. Out of nowhere, he suddenly said, "well, as a Christian, it was a really spiritual experience for me... it's like my church." We just threw our hands up in the air and gaped, and then started laughing. Spirit calling unto spirit... even in the pub.
Kelli and I got home at 3 a.m. on Wednesday (Thursday a.m.), and I was scheduled to talk with the Vice President of Academic Affairs at Lithuania Christian College at 9:30 a.m. My impression was just that it would be an informal chat, so I could get more information about the position, and if they'd be interested in me, and whether the college teaching position or the English institute position would be best. The woman I talked with was very encouraging and excited about the skills and exprience I might bring to LCC. Then she gave me the description of the position they want to offer me. 2 sections of academic writing, with a media analysis focus, and 1 section of North American literature, plus I'd oversee a small Freshman seminar/orientation for 12 incoming students. She offered me the job right there on the phone.
If I had to design a position description that would incorporate all the skills and learning, my interests and background, and what I really care about, I don't think I could invent a position as perfectly suited for me as this one! My literature love is for American lit; my desire in composition teaching is to teach students to think critically and Christian-ly about culture.
How can I possibly say no to this? Especially when I haven't heard back from Westminster CC after my interview last Friday. I'd have heard this week if they'd want me for a second interview. My phone has not rung.
I was so excited when I got off the phone (not to mention still a little buzzed from our cider-consumption Wednesday night), I practically sped all the way to school, U2's lyrics buzzing in my brain - "Lay down, lay it down/ lay your sweet lovely on the ground/ Lay your love on the track/ we're gonna break the monster's back/ Lay down your treasure, lay it down now brother /... as you enter this life, I pray you depart/ with a wrinkled face, and a brand new heart."
Whatever treasure I have to lay down to go and do something like this - to move to Lithuania, to sell my car, pack my books, be a pauper - isn't it worth it? Isn't our goal in life to depart "with a wrinkled face and a brand new heart"?
(I know this blog is getting ridiculously long, but I'm trying to convey the state of my spirit these last couple of days... hang in there).
Thursday night, I didn't have anything going on, and I still had $50 of birthday money sitting in a jar on my desk. And I had access to Ebay. I bid on another ticket to U2's Thursday night show - a single ticket, by myself in the upper level. I got it - a ticket worth $100 for $51! My friend Mandy who I'd gone with on Wednesday was going again too - this time, she had floor tickets, and ended up in the dead center, a row back from the stage!
Once again, just as on Wed night, U2 ended with a song from their early years, "40" which is based on Psalm 40:
I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He lift me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song
How long to sing this song
How long, how long, how long
How long to sing this song
He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see, many will see and hear
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
As the audience kept singing and singing the final chorus, the lights got low, and the band members left the stage one by one, until all that was left was one bright beam from a lantern projecting straight up into the dome at the center of the stage. We all kept singing until the house lights came on, and then everyone exploded in cheers.
Those in the audience who have never been to a worship service may not know what worship really is, but they know what it feels like. And that is what it feels like - crying out to God, joy, voices shouting out together, harmony, beauty.
I saw a bald eagle turning the sky over me as I drove home from Denver yesterday morning ("I'm getting ready to leave the ground..."), and felt like my heart was flying somewhere up around the blue peaks along with it. I'm drenched in the words and the songs of life, the songs that make you want to throw out everything worthless, material, shallow, meaningless and extraneous in your life and pare it down to one precious pearl, in perfect condition, that you hold onto with everything in your power.
Ah, Bono, what have you done to me? We have One life to burn up for the glory of God and the good of the world. I know that now. "I'm wide awake. I'm not sleeping."
There are times, especially in the spring in Colorado when the snow is still white on the peaks and the air is cool and bright, that I drive around in my car like I'm about to lift off the ground. Give me the right song, and the tires will just lift up off the pavement and carry me up into the air. Wednesday, I got to go to U2's "Vertigo" concert with several friends. I had been looking forward to it so much because Tuesday afternoon was my deadline to turn in a draft of my thesis, which I did. So the weight peeled off me, and Kelli and I drove down to the Pepsi center, singing along with their new album and talking about God.
U2's music never fails to make me want to live the most intense, devoted, extraordinary, committed, firey, ferocious, brave, spirit-filled, bold, empassioned, creative, visionary life I possibly can. It's like a drug that way, at least for me. Something about the way their melodies lift off and soar, the lines that hint at the Kingdom and the pain and the beauty of life.
The concert Wedenesday was a spiritual experience, there's no other way to put it. Sitting at Fado's, the Irish pub in LoDo afterwards, Mandy, Kelli and I were talking about the fact that as Christians, we feel we understand the band and the lyrics and their heart in a way that non-believers must not. We were talking about the idea that, for believers, sometimes the Holy Spirit within us recognizes the Holy Spirit within others, and our experience of U2's music is that of recognizing the Spirit's voice.
As we were talking, a slightly-tipsy guy in a green hat stumbled past our table and we started chatting about the concert and how much he'd enjoyed it. Out of nowhere, he suddenly said, "well, as a Christian, it was a really spiritual experience for me... it's like my church." We just threw our hands up in the air and gaped, and then started laughing. Spirit calling unto spirit... even in the pub.
Kelli and I got home at 3 a.m. on Wednesday (Thursday a.m.), and I was scheduled to talk with the Vice President of Academic Affairs at Lithuania Christian College at 9:30 a.m. My impression was just that it would be an informal chat, so I could get more information about the position, and if they'd be interested in me, and whether the college teaching position or the English institute position would be best. The woman I talked with was very encouraging and excited about the skills and exprience I might bring to LCC. Then she gave me the description of the position they want to offer me. 2 sections of academic writing, with a media analysis focus, and 1 section of North American literature, plus I'd oversee a small Freshman seminar/orientation for 12 incoming students. She offered me the job right there on the phone.
If I had to design a position description that would incorporate all the skills and learning, my interests and background, and what I really care about, I don't think I could invent a position as perfectly suited for me as this one! My literature love is for American lit; my desire in composition teaching is to teach students to think critically and Christian-ly about culture.
How can I possibly say no to this? Especially when I haven't heard back from Westminster CC after my interview last Friday. I'd have heard this week if they'd want me for a second interview. My phone has not rung.
I was so excited when I got off the phone (not to mention still a little buzzed from our cider-consumption Wednesday night), I practically sped all the way to school, U2's lyrics buzzing in my brain - "Lay down, lay it down/ lay your sweet lovely on the ground/ Lay your love on the track/ we're gonna break the monster's back/ Lay down your treasure, lay it down now brother /... as you enter this life, I pray you depart/ with a wrinkled face, and a brand new heart."
Whatever treasure I have to lay down to go and do something like this - to move to Lithuania, to sell my car, pack my books, be a pauper - isn't it worth it? Isn't our goal in life to depart "with a wrinkled face and a brand new heart"?
(I know this blog is getting ridiculously long, but I'm trying to convey the state of my spirit these last couple of days... hang in there).
Thursday night, I didn't have anything going on, and I still had $50 of birthday money sitting in a jar on my desk. And I had access to Ebay. I bid on another ticket to U2's Thursday night show - a single ticket, by myself in the upper level. I got it - a ticket worth $100 for $51! My friend Mandy who I'd gone with on Wednesday was going again too - this time, she had floor tickets, and ended up in the dead center, a row back from the stage!
Once again, just as on Wed night, U2 ended with a song from their early years, "40" which is based on Psalm 40:
I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He lift me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song
How long to sing this song
How long, how long, how long
How long to sing this song
He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see, many will see and hear
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
As the audience kept singing and singing the final chorus, the lights got low, and the band members left the stage one by one, until all that was left was one bright beam from a lantern projecting straight up into the dome at the center of the stage. We all kept singing until the house lights came on, and then everyone exploded in cheers.
Those in the audience who have never been to a worship service may not know what worship really is, but they know what it feels like. And that is what it feels like - crying out to God, joy, voices shouting out together, harmony, beauty.
I saw a bald eagle turning the sky over me as I drove home from Denver yesterday morning ("I'm getting ready to leave the ground..."), and felt like my heart was flying somewhere up around the blue peaks along with it. I'm drenched in the words and the songs of life, the songs that make you want to throw out everything worthless, material, shallow, meaningless and extraneous in your life and pare it down to one precious pearl, in perfect condition, that you hold onto with everything in your power.
Ah, Bono, what have you done to me? We have One life to burn up for the glory of God and the good of the world. I know that now. "I'm wide awake. I'm not sleeping."
04 April 2005
Dancing a Jig in my Kitchen
Whether you turn to the right or to the left, you will hear a voice behind you saying, "this is the way, walk in it." - Isaiah 30:21
I was awakened by a phone call this morning. Walking to the kitchen to answer it, I assumed it might be the Lithuanian college recruiter, calling to talk about the application I sent on Saturday evening. No, it was a woman from one of the colleges I checked in with last week - one of the colleges that had told me they'd already scheduled the first round of interviews, and I should expect a rejection letter in the mail. She was calling to set up an interview.
What??!
Okay, so what is God trying to tell me by this? Now He's just toying with me! Not that I am complaining, at all. I just think it is supremely hilarious that I've spent the last four days having long, soul-searching conversations with friends, looking into these overseas positions, questioning my addiction to American ideals of success, etc, etc.... only to be handed back the possibility I'd just relinquished. I feel like I've been Kierkegaard's Knight of Faith, and have gone through both movements of faith in one weekend. Movement 1) Renounce the world and all its attractions for the sake of Christ. Give them all up. Movement 2) God gives them back to you. "and All these things are added unto you."
Reading my devotional book this morning, the writer was talking about really loving God and letting go of your own will. Sometimes I think I am more eager to try and serve God than to learn what it is to love Him. What does that kind of love look like? I mean love that isn't motivated by sneaky bargaining tricks with God, that is love out of duty or obligation, but love that is all-consuming. I don't think I know my God the way I sometimes pretend to. What I think He expects of me, in terms of a life surrendured to Him, has less to do with what I DO than with how well I know Him and love Him. Why is that harder?
I was awakened by a phone call this morning. Walking to the kitchen to answer it, I assumed it might be the Lithuanian college recruiter, calling to talk about the application I sent on Saturday evening. No, it was a woman from one of the colleges I checked in with last week - one of the colleges that had told me they'd already scheduled the first round of interviews, and I should expect a rejection letter in the mail. She was calling to set up an interview.
What??!
Okay, so what is God trying to tell me by this? Now He's just toying with me! Not that I am complaining, at all. I just think it is supremely hilarious that I've spent the last four days having long, soul-searching conversations with friends, looking into these overseas positions, questioning my addiction to American ideals of success, etc, etc.... only to be handed back the possibility I'd just relinquished. I feel like I've been Kierkegaard's Knight of Faith, and have gone through both movements of faith in one weekend. Movement 1) Renounce the world and all its attractions for the sake of Christ. Give them all up. Movement 2) God gives them back to you. "and All these things are added unto you."
Reading my devotional book this morning, the writer was talking about really loving God and letting go of your own will. Sometimes I think I am more eager to try and serve God than to learn what it is to love Him. What does that kind of love look like? I mean love that isn't motivated by sneaky bargaining tricks with God, that is love out of duty or obligation, but love that is all-consuming. I don't think I know my God the way I sometimes pretend to. What I think He expects of me, in terms of a life surrendured to Him, has less to do with what I DO than with how well I know Him and love Him. Why is that harder?
02 April 2005
Big Changes Ahead
Okay, so this has been a week of emotional roller-coaster riding in the extreme. Some of you may know that I'm in the process of applying for jobs for next year, and I've sent out about 5 or 6 applications for full-time teaching at community colleges here in Colorado. I have been pretty optimistic, have gotten plenty of great feedback on my CV and cover letters, yada, yada. So, I was pretty much counting on getting interviews with these schools and wowing them with my amazing credentials and experience.
In the meantime, I have been thinking strongly about going to Hungary again this summer, and this Monday I was supposed to let ESI know for sure if I was planning to join the trip - which my brother is also going on. Spending Easter Sunday with him just confirmed what a great time it would be together, so on Monday, I emailed ESI and said, "heck, I don't know what my job prospects look like for next year, but sign me up." At this point in time, I was still pretty optimistic about getting a full-time, cushy (i.e. - non meagre paying) teaching position next year.
Well, bring on Wednesday. I decided that I needed to make some calls to these schools and find out where they are in the hiring process. Not a good plan (don't go looking for bad news if you're not prepared to hear it). Both schools I had been really eager to work for told me that they were in the first round of interviews, and if I hadn't heard yet, then I could assume I'd be getting a "thanks but no thanks" letter in the mail.
Talk about demoralizing. I had a pretty difficult time getting much work done that day because I couldn't see what point there was in working on my thesis if it wasn't going to lead to fruitful employment. It also threw me into some really intense soul-searching about what is important to me. Do I want to be a career academic? That is, am I willing to move wherever is necessary to get this kind of job and support myself? The answer is, not really. I want to live in Colorado, near my awesome friends and family, and the beautiful mountains that I actually talk to most days. :) This made me realize that I've been pretty foolish to imagine that I'm going to be handed a full-time job, in my area of expertise, going up against much-older teachers, in my first year out of graduate school. Hello, reality check. As I was crying my eyes out about all this on Wednesday, I remembered the feeling I had when I lost all my stuff moving from MN to CO, and how the sooner I was able to open my hands and "let it all go," the easier it was to move on. I heard God telling me to do the same thing in this situation, and open up my hands and let these opportunites go.
Kel said to me last night that sometimes God can't bless us, He can't fill our hands with good things if we're still holding on to the old. And in the past few days I have really seen that. Immediately after hearing about not getting interviews, I started doing random web job searches, looking outside of academic jobs, on the possibility that I might need to consider other opportunities. This has led me to something really extraordinary... something I would never have found if I hadn't been forced to look. On the Christianity Today website, there was a link to a college that is looking for faculty members for their programs in English, theology, psych and business. This college just happens to be in Lithuania. Yup, Europe again. :) I took a look at the website, and felt my heart just welling up with excitement that I might be suited to do something like this. It's a four-year, Christian liberal arts college, based on the North American system, and it partners with schools like my alma mater, Bethel, plus Trinity Western, Westmont, Taylor, etc (top-notch institutions). I am really, really seriously looking in to the possiblity of teaching English literature over there next year... how nuts is that! I have no idea if this is even possible, and if they'd take me, and what this may mean for my plans to go to Hungary, but I covet your prayers and insights. I've included a link to the college on this page, so you can check it out if you want (anyone want to come along?). And I'm going to try and get a preliminary application into the North American recruitment office by Monday (as if I don't have enough else to do this weekend!).
I know this is crazy, but crazy also feels right sometimes, and I would love to hear what any of you think... I am always so thankful for the encouragement I'm given to do extraordinary stuff like this, and the fact that God places passions in us that we may not know what they're for until the time is right.
In the meantime, I have been thinking strongly about going to Hungary again this summer, and this Monday I was supposed to let ESI know for sure if I was planning to join the trip - which my brother is also going on. Spending Easter Sunday with him just confirmed what a great time it would be together, so on Monday, I emailed ESI and said, "heck, I don't know what my job prospects look like for next year, but sign me up." At this point in time, I was still pretty optimistic about getting a full-time, cushy (i.e. - non meagre paying) teaching position next year.
Well, bring on Wednesday. I decided that I needed to make some calls to these schools and find out where they are in the hiring process. Not a good plan (don't go looking for bad news if you're not prepared to hear it). Both schools I had been really eager to work for told me that they were in the first round of interviews, and if I hadn't heard yet, then I could assume I'd be getting a "thanks but no thanks" letter in the mail.
Talk about demoralizing. I had a pretty difficult time getting much work done that day because I couldn't see what point there was in working on my thesis if it wasn't going to lead to fruitful employment. It also threw me into some really intense soul-searching about what is important to me. Do I want to be a career academic? That is, am I willing to move wherever is necessary to get this kind of job and support myself? The answer is, not really. I want to live in Colorado, near my awesome friends and family, and the beautiful mountains that I actually talk to most days. :) This made me realize that I've been pretty foolish to imagine that I'm going to be handed a full-time job, in my area of expertise, going up against much-older teachers, in my first year out of graduate school. Hello, reality check. As I was crying my eyes out about all this on Wednesday, I remembered the feeling I had when I lost all my stuff moving from MN to CO, and how the sooner I was able to open my hands and "let it all go," the easier it was to move on. I heard God telling me to do the same thing in this situation, and open up my hands and let these opportunites go.
Kel said to me last night that sometimes God can't bless us, He can't fill our hands with good things if we're still holding on to the old. And in the past few days I have really seen that. Immediately after hearing about not getting interviews, I started doing random web job searches, looking outside of academic jobs, on the possibility that I might need to consider other opportunities. This has led me to something really extraordinary... something I would never have found if I hadn't been forced to look. On the Christianity Today website, there was a link to a college that is looking for faculty members for their programs in English, theology, psych and business. This college just happens to be in Lithuania. Yup, Europe again. :) I took a look at the website, and felt my heart just welling up with excitement that I might be suited to do something like this. It's a four-year, Christian liberal arts college, based on the North American system, and it partners with schools like my alma mater, Bethel, plus Trinity Western, Westmont, Taylor, etc (top-notch institutions). I am really, really seriously looking in to the possiblity of teaching English literature over there next year... how nuts is that! I have no idea if this is even possible, and if they'd take me, and what this may mean for my plans to go to Hungary, but I covet your prayers and insights. I've included a link to the college on this page, so you can check it out if you want (anyone want to come along?). And I'm going to try and get a preliminary application into the North American recruitment office by Monday (as if I don't have enough else to do this weekend!).
I know this is crazy, but crazy also feels right sometimes, and I would love to hear what any of you think... I am always so thankful for the encouragement I'm given to do extraordinary stuff like this, and the fact that God places passions in us that we may not know what they're for until the time is right.
Welcome to my procrastination space..
Well, I think I'm going to go ahead and start using blogspot... after several fun hours tweaking the color palette and fonts. :) Of course, now I don't have time to actually sit down and write about what I want to - my crazy week. Stay tuned....
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