Pretty, pretty please

Can we all go to Disney World, Universal, and Islands of Adventure for spring break? Please? Pleaseplease? It will be joyous good times, and we will be seniors and a graduate, and celebration is in order, which means we can run around like crazy little kids. Yes? Yes.

Also, we have eighty people coming down from Indiana tomorrow for an inner city missions camp thing we're doing. Refugees and homeless people and urban gardens and home repair and ESL-- oh my!

And I start night class on Tuesday.

It's going to be crazy. Pray for organization, safety, unity, and notterriblyridiculouslyhot weather.

Look, a real update!

Why, yes, this is an actual update that is fueled by neither snarkiness nor homework avoidance. Okay, maybe I have a practical tomorrow over skeletal muscles, but I had forgotten about that until just now, so it doesn't count. .....Okay, so maybe there's some snarkiness present, but I never said this would be devoid of snarkiness.

ANYWAY.

Things here in Memphrica are alright. It's hot as Hades, which I'm notnotnot okay with but surviving fairly impressively. I'll be finished with class in a week (Hooray!), and it's looking like I might have found a place to get in some clinical hours, so that's jolly good. The family is still intact, and I think I've finally adjusted to living in a family again. The garden is still growing quite a bit (Did I ever mention that we have a garden? Because we do.) and we're interested to see what we'll actually get to eat. The turnips sort of wimped out on us, but it's looking like we'll have a good supply of tomatoes as well some spare eggplants, cucumbers, peppers, and such things. Perhaps I'll take some pictures for you guys. Yes, I did just become your grandmother who sends you pictures of plants you don't care about. Don't hate.

The big thing happening right now-- which, of course, may not go anywhere --is that we're looking at a building downtown. It's a bit complicated to explain, but basically if God is putting this together like we think He might be, we could get this building to pay for itself by renting out storage in the basement, which is what the building was used for before. If it all will work like we're thinking it might, we think it's perfect. (You can see where Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot from the front porch.) And, yes, before you ask, it does fit with the 60-40 model. Unfortunately there are two issues: it's probably a thirty to forty-five minute drive, and most people don't have the vision to really understand the idea. It feels a bit like the Promised Land; it wasn't a walk in the park to claim that land, if you know what I mean. So. Definitely be praying for my dad-- that he would seek God's will and lead boldly, and that "mighty men"-- basically godly visionary leaders --would come alongside him. We really need to get out of the back of this church; our people are rapidly reverting to complacent, normal church people. Pray that God would provide-- if not through this, then through something else.

So yes. That's an abbreviated version of what's up, mostly because I can't think of anything else.

Also, I love writing stupid, ridiculous letters that normally include pictures of some kind, so please let me know if you'd like to exchange some good old-fashioned snail mail. I will warn you that the ridiculosity of your letters will have to compete that of with Aly's and Allyson's.

Love, miss, and praying for you guys.

"Now may the God of peace—
who brought up from the dead our Lord Jesus,
the great Shepherd of the sheep,
and ratified an eternal covenant with his blood—
may he equip you with all you need
for doing his will.
May he produce in you,
through the power of Jesus Christ,
every good thing that is pleasing to him.
All glory to him forever and ever! Amen."

--Hebrews 13:20-21

I have decided Pt. II

that 7:30 AM classes are okay when you take notes for a lady with a traumatic brain injury in a class that you would already be taking notes in and end up getting paid $7.20 per hour spent in class by the school. Yes. Over $100 a week just to go to class and take notes. Jealous? Mmhmm.

So, there. I updated. Nyeh.

I have decided

that 7:30 AM classes should not happen. Ever.

At least not when it involves a forty-five minute drive to get to said class.

Two Weeks Later

Well, friends, not having internet at Casa de Wheeler is proving to be mildly inconvenient, albeit not completely terrible.

So here I am-- exactly two weeks after my first post --at Tropical Smoothie Cafe with my brosef and his computer. Right now we're watching/mocking CNN. "I wonder if he's cultivated his hairline to be like that or if it's just naturally that way." Thanks for that, Pat. I'll have to include his nice little comments throughout this.

Summer's been slow so far, mostly because I'm still in a post-school coma. "His beard is 3-D." "I think I actually have a chart on the trustworthiness of different styles of mustaches."

We're looking into a different location for the church right now, which is terrifying but really exciting. We could use a lot of prayer for guidance and protection.

I will almost definitely be doing summer school in June and July, and-- judge me all you want --I'm probably pretty excited about it.

The kid is getting antsy, so that's all for now.

Oh, and avocado with a little salt is amazing on toast. Accept this.

"Red shirts attract bullets."

Jesus is a funny guy.

Once upon a time, it was a Thursday.

This Thursday was the day before exams began, and Liz's first exam was to be at eight o'clock on Friday morning. This eight o'clock exam was her organic chemistry final, and it was comprehensive over not one, but two semesters. She was quite intimidated. So she decided to read Ephesians 6:10-19, which is about the armor of God and such goodness.

"Pray in the Spirit at all times and on every occasion. Stay alert and be persistent in your prayers for all believers everywhere." --Ephesians 6:18

She decided to write this on her dry erase board outside her door so that other people could read it and be encouraged. After doing this, however, she noticed that she had failed to prop her door open. And she didn't have her keys. And her RD and RA were nowhere to be found. And, worst of all, she was not wearing shoes. While Liz very much enjoyed being barefoot, she did not like walking around in her dorm without shoes. Outside was okay; in the dorm was not. Just accept this.

So Liz had to walk downstairs-- barefoot --to Allison, Amber, and Aly's room, and we all know this is pretty much never productive. The end.

(I promise I won't write in third-person all of the time. However, if you didn't enjoy this bit, you should probably not read this blog, because it's not going to get any better.)