Class Skipping

Well, man. Two days in a row. That hasn't happened in about 2 years.

So I am skipping class right now. And I always have a moral delimma (sp?) in these situations...
am I dishonoring God? Not giving Him the full glory? Or since I can get slides and notes and pretty easily do well on the test, is it not so bad...
I don't know. The idea behind skipping was to take a nap and then talk with Jesus and then make some bread before going to chapter.
My brother is going to give me a hard time tonight at dinner if it comes up...

Bad or no, the choice is made, at least for the first class. And if I go to sleep, for the second one too.

There is a jazz festival this weekend that I am working for my externship. It's a little nerve-wracking because I am the point person for the part of the festival on campus. And need to know everything that's going on, where everything is, know how to fill in any position if need be, tell all the schools and students and directors what is going on...and I just hope I remember everything. All day Friday and Saturday.

But for now, just a few thoughts on Deuteronomy 15. Heard a talk about the freeing of servants the other week...and this morning read about it. Jesus set me free. He has broken my chains and let me go, but because of my love for Him, my devotion to Him, I choose to become his slave--servant, if you will. Hm. Might chew on that for awhile. Then nap time...
(hey, at least if I am skipping class I will be hanging out with Jesus and reading the Word...right? )

Just an Ordinary Day

So. My sister is getting married in the fall. And my brother is moving to Chattanooga for the next 5 years or so.
Life is changing! Yikes. Exciting, but kind of surreal.
Next year I will be an almost senior.

Learning about Iran from my roommate. (Her mom is Iranian. Or Persian, they say.)

Only two and a half weeks til exams are done. Crazy.
Last week I sent the longest email of my life, I think, to a friend/mentor. Just relaying life in the past 9 months or so. It was really odd to write it all out. I don't think I had done that yet. It was good. Cathartic. (sp?)

Sometimes I wonder if I will be a bad mom. CLEARLY I can't handle the kids in Upstreet. As was evidenced again today. But surely your own are different...surely they listen more. And I think I can count on having less than 17 kids. Fourteen of them being boys. If I were a 4th grade boy, what would go through my mind...Buzzy said to flirt. Little boys listen when they have a crush. Buuut. I'm not good at flirting with boys my own age, much less little guys. And I kind of have an inherent problem with that...
I am really looking forward to dressing up tomorrow. Dress from Selfridge's and shiny black heels. Hopefully the shoes won't pinch since it's just a late afternoon/evening kind of deal. Dinner with the fam! Everyone but Dad. Sad. It's Mere's 24th on Tuesday.

It is late, and Lotte Berk is calling. Along with a shower.
Adieu