Missing People and Poodles

I hardly know what to write about though I feel I should write something. It has been far too long since I've posted anything with meat or substance.

I have finally moved my CD's from the yellow Escape (pronounced es-CAP-ay) to my Probe. I've been listening to a little Switchfoot, and it really made me miss you all there in Lincoln. The last time I listened to that CD I was in Lincoln. It especially reminds me of my friends Mary Ann(drew) and Lauren (pronounced with a Spanish accent). I remember always listening to Switchfoot on the way to church on Sunday mornings. (I love you girls!)

Switchfoot also made me think of my spring break missions trip to Mexico. So I've sort of been driving down memory lane lately (because I really only listen to music in my car). Plus, spring is in the air here so everything smells new and is so green (because of the freakish amount of rain we've had). Spring always puts me in a reminiscent mood.

Also, many of you may remember that I had two dogs that I adored. Well, in December my family had to put down my oldest dog. He was a Standard (translated big), black poodle, and He was thirteen years old, so if you do the math you would know he'd been my dog for the majority of my life. He was loyal, sweet and very generous (as only a dog can be, which is something you can only understand if you are a dog person like me). So, today I had a dance lesson and as I walked into the studio this standard, black, poodle walked up to me as if she knew me. The way my dog used to do. Without even thinking about it I started talking to her the way I talked to my old dog, and she followed me around and stood right by me as I put my dancing shoes on. She was comfortable with me and I with her. It really made me miss my old dog.

This isn't a really important post, but my heart has been bleeding a little bit down here. I've been missing my old friends even as I'm getting used to tooling around the city. And I've been wondering will I ever have such dear friends again? Do people in the working world have time for relationships? Where is the balance between contributing to society, earning a living, and being relational with people? Perhaps I will understand better when I am employed and not a bum sponging off her parents. Ah, well, it's nothing the good Lord can't fix anyway.

Progress

We went to see our house today. This is my dad pointing to my sister to tell her to take the picture from the other side.

This is the frame to our house. I think it is only the first level. I'm really looking forward to when we move in. 

A Date With Destiny

Yesterday I went to the introductory class for BSF or Bible Study Fellowship (Thanks, Jen). As I was signing my name on the new student list I glanced up to the top of the list and noticed a very familiar name. Rachel Daberkow. Yes, my long lost friend from Lincoln, Nebraska was in fact now sitting about twenty feet away from me. I hurriedly finished signing my name, and walked directly up to her. She, of course, was shocked to see me there because last she knew I lived in Nebraska. After we got it all cleared up that I do if fact live in Arizona, we started talking as if there had never been any time or space between us. Rachel, if you don't know, has this knack of going straight to the heart of your life. There is no room for small talk with her. So, we sat through the intro class together and through a lecture on 1 Corinthians.

I have lived here since December 22nd. I have not interacted with a peer face-to-face at more than a surface level since I've moved here. The only other people I have contact with are my family, and the people at the dance studio who are twice my age. Seeing Rachel and getting to talk to her about life since we last saw each other was pretty monumental. But the coolest part is about two minutes before I pulled into the parking lot of the church where BSF meets, I layed my heart bare to the Lord. I knew full well that many of the women in the Bible study would be older and married, but I asked that there would be someone my age there who I could be friends with. And you know when you pray and your heart echoes what you are saying? I wasn't just asking with words, but my spirit was asking too. Enter Rachel.

He is so good to me.

And So it Begins...

Today I received my Nebraska Teaching Certificate.

It was adrift in the mail for days. Floating from one old address to another, but finally this piece of paper, which holds so much weight, has arrived.

Who could have know that a single sheet of paper could mean so much?

I am one step closer to starting the rest of my life.