6-Nov-2005

The countdown continues!

Friday I walked out of the testing
center for the last time – again. This is the third time I have
come out thinking that I would never set foot in there again.
Thursday I found out that I needed to come up with one more credit
somehow and many options were presented, but the underlying outcome
was the same, here was yet another thing standing in the way of being
done. This has seemed to happen a lot, just when I think everything
is set and ready, some new qualification comes along and messes up my
schedule. I can’t complain though, each time I was frustrated and
wrestled with what to do. Each time I purposed to keep plowing ahead
and complete the task the Lord set before me, and each time, when the
dust settled, it came out for the better, leaving me less work to do
when I got home.

As as prayed over this newest
“setback”, I felt God prompting me to take the course of action
that would speed me up even more. This required a little faith
because I felt that He wanted me to take a test the next day. Friday
morning I took a practice test, sort of a fleece to see if I could do
it, and then asked our test administrator if I could test at one.
Everything worked out and I walked into a test without specifically
studying for it. I walked out with six more credits, and confidence
in the direction God was pointing me.

God
has his hand so largely on my life it’s kind of scary, but wonderful at
the same time. I have been worrying about what to do when I get home,
but honestly if God will bless me with a test I didn’t study for, that
speaks volumes to me on the course He wants me to take. All in all,
it’s been an adventure in learning to trust.

5-Nov-2005

Days left until we go home!

3-Nov-2005

I am happy to report that J.P. has been released from the clutches of
the garbage bags though it seems to have been a “close shave” However, he’s not very prone to talking about it, it must have been very traumatic.
The whole thing seems a little hazy now, sometimes I wonder if it even
happened. Of course, there are still some black garbage bags on the
wall in our room. I think my mind must have been in a fevered state
after too much study on Monday. Apparently much study is wearisome to
the mind – I think college has affected me for life.
Maybe it’s time to go home.

1-Nov-2005

Touched by several inquiries about how I fared this morning and with
your safety in mind, I post the following account of my harrowing
morning after chapel.
 
*note: these photos represent a live documentation of an actual event
and have not been subjected to any form of retouching; no photographers
were harmed during this event.*

I was quietly studying in my room this morning, subdued by the recent
loss of J.P. – I had kept the garbage bag in memory of his selfless
sacrifice. (Not to worry, the bags are only dangerous if they are empty
and therefore, hungry.

Anyhow, I  was just sitting there when another garbage bag jumped me!

I had feared this, having exposed their plot to take over the RCI, I
knew that the bags would see me as a threat and try to take me out. A
brief struggle ensued as the garbage bag totally engulfed me.

This might have been the untimely end of Amy Jones. However,
strengthened by the fact that I had not had any spinach in the last
month, I was able to bust out of the bag!

The bag was much stronger than I had anticipated, and despite the fact that I knew it was useless, I tried to fight the bag.

I fought to the best of my abilities but to no avail. While delivering
a particularly vicious kick, the bag wrapped itself around my legs,
throwing me to the floor. I drug myself across the room and with my
last ounces of strength managed to grab the only other weapon I knew
of….

Duck Tape!!!

Just the sight scared the bag so badly that I was able to gain the
upper hand and secure the bag where it couldn’t bother me again!

I scoured our room for any more perpetrators, and quickly strung them up, along with J.P.’s bag – just in case.

Unfortunately one escaped under the door and is still out there!

So beware of the garbage bag, and be thankful it was just a little one.
Remember that duck tape is the key, I’m just sorry that I didn’t find
out fast enough to save J.P.
So properly prepare yourselves and set up your own home security system.

30-Oct-2005

Today we had the Lord’s supper at church so we taught our girls Sunday school class about it.
The
girls didn’t realize that the Lord’s supper was really the Passover
feast or even that the Passover feast came from the Exodus. After
showing them some of the background and stuff, we broke up and examined
ourselves. I had a really good time as far as realizing how my past sin
had no effect on me any more. I kind of pictured myself soaring up
through the clouds as layer by layer the old man fell off of me and I
became a translucent being – just my soul, which is all that will be
seen on judgement day. I know it sounds funny but it’s hard to put into
words. I just know that it was a freeing and wonderful realization and I just wanted share it.

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