A Thousand Splendid Suns
by: Khalid Housseini
I just finished reading this the other day...I read it because I read his first book, The Kite Runner, and thought it was great.
This one, not so much. Mostly, I thought it was boring. I feel like I would read and read and read about nothing...and finally I'd come to a part that was riveting and the riveting-ness would last for a page, and then it was a lot of monotony again. Some of it was hard to follow, too. At times it jumped around and the sequence was hard to follow.
Really, though, the reason I didn't like the book was...well, there isn't a word for it so let me explain. The things that happened to Mariam and Laila were atrocious. Absolutely horrible. If it isn't/wasn't that bad in Afghanistan, then it was over the top. If life in Afghanistan is/was that awful, then it shouldn't be fictionalized. The more I read, the more I felt like I was being desensitized to the plight of Afghanistan's women. I mean, we all know living conditions aren't great for women there. If we are reading fictional accounts of how bad it is, we aren't going to believe true accounts of how awful it is. Just as they say children are becoming desensitized to violence because of TV, we will become desensitized to the horrors of Middle Eastern culture if we continue to read fiction. If life really is that atrocious there and Housseini wants the world to know about it, he needs to write non-fiction, truth and engage the world in the plight of women and children in Afghanistan...not half-truth so that nobody really knows what is true and what isn't.
And, this book just wasn't as well written as the first.
Oh, dear...I believe I turned my ankle stepping off yet another soapbox.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
I'm a climber...
I don't mean to climb up on soapboxes all the time...but I find myself up there so very often. I'm afraid that is a sign of being judgmental. I don't want to be judgmental...I prefer passionate, sure, or some other adjective that means that I firmly believe what I say (sorry...I'm tired).
One of my most often summited soapboxes has to do with Christian t-shirts. I'm ok with Christian t-shirts...if they are original. But, the ones where we have stolen the logos of non-Jesus products and turned them around to be all Jesus-y. Really, folks? We were created in the image of God...of a creative God. Why can't we come up with something pithy and catchy ourselves? Ok, so the contents of this soapbox, for me, might come from the artist in me. I love watching people create the art that they love...musicians, writers, painters.
Anyway, my current soapbox has to do with the whole "Jesus is the reason for the season" and "keeping Christ in Christmas" thing. And, I know, I'm not going to win any friends by saying what I'm about to say...but its what I think and if you have a rebuttal, bring it...I'd sort of like to be wrong about this.
The reality is, Jesus isn't the reason for this season...He's the reason for any season, the reason for any good thing. Why are we making such a stinking big deal about Him being the reason for celebration now and not the rest of the year? And, keeping Christ in Christmas...Christmas is a tradition started to counteract a pagan holiday, not to celebrate Jesus. If Jesus is the reason for the season and we're working so dad-gum hard to keep in Christmas, why are we, Christians, spending so much on Christmas gifts. Why do we put ourselves in debt...willingly putting ourselves into something that enslaves us and makes us less available to ministry to celebrate Jesus? I may be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's not what He intends for us.
I definitely bought/made Christmas presents this year...but I didn't give them as a way to celebrate Jesus. I didn't give them out of love for Jesus...I gave them out of love and appreciation for the people they were for. Granted, yes, the things I love about the people I gave gifts to are a direct result of the work Jesus has done in their lives. But, I find it ridiculous and frustrating when people say Christmas is all about Jesus and act another way...and these same people won't talk to people about Jesus the rest of the year...or worse, caution me not to talk to people about Jesus.
Ok...enough soapbox.
That said...Jesus did some pretty amazing things for me this Christmas. I learned a lot. I'll share that stuff later. :)
Love you, friends!
One of my most often summited soapboxes has to do with Christian t-shirts. I'm ok with Christian t-shirts...if they are original. But, the ones where we have stolen the logos of non-Jesus products and turned them around to be all Jesus-y. Really, folks? We were created in the image of God...of a creative God. Why can't we come up with something pithy and catchy ourselves? Ok, so the contents of this soapbox, for me, might come from the artist in me. I love watching people create the art that they love...musicians, writers, painters.
Anyway, my current soapbox has to do with the whole "Jesus is the reason for the season" and "keeping Christ in Christmas" thing. And, I know, I'm not going to win any friends by saying what I'm about to say...but its what I think and if you have a rebuttal, bring it...I'd sort of like to be wrong about this.
The reality is, Jesus isn't the reason for this season...He's the reason for any season, the reason for any good thing. Why are we making such a stinking big deal about Him being the reason for celebration now and not the rest of the year? And, keeping Christ in Christmas...Christmas is a tradition started to counteract a pagan holiday, not to celebrate Jesus. If Jesus is the reason for the season and we're working so dad-gum hard to keep in Christmas, why are we, Christians, spending so much on Christmas gifts. Why do we put ourselves in debt...willingly putting ourselves into something that enslaves us and makes us less available to ministry to celebrate Jesus? I may be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's not what He intends for us.
I definitely bought/made Christmas presents this year...but I didn't give them as a way to celebrate Jesus. I didn't give them out of love for Jesus...I gave them out of love and appreciation for the people they were for. Granted, yes, the things I love about the people I gave gifts to are a direct result of the work Jesus has done in their lives. But, I find it ridiculous and frustrating when people say Christmas is all about Jesus and act another way...and these same people won't talk to people about Jesus the rest of the year...or worse, caution me not to talk to people about Jesus.
Ok...enough soapbox.
That said...Jesus did some pretty amazing things for me this Christmas. I learned a lot. I'll share that stuff later. :)
Love you, friends!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
She's All Better Now
From Sarah's Blog tonight:
The Angels are Singing Tonight!
As of 7:45 p.m. Mountain Time, Ellie has been dancing in Heaven! She stayed asleep until 15 minutes before and then it wasn't exactly peaceful, but true to form, Ellie was fighting to the end. John and I were both with her at the end. I silently begged God to take her, and then said "run to Jesus, Ellie... run!" and it was over. I will have more to write later, but for now, please know that your prayers have been answered - it was unbelievably fast. Thank you all for your love!
As I've prayed for Ellie, Sarah & John and especially Nancy tonight, this song has been running through my head:
If You Could See Me Now
(Kim Noblitt)
Our prayers have all been answered. I finally arrived.
The healing that had been delayed has now been realized.
No one's in a hurry. There's no schedule to keep.
We're all enjoying Jesus, just sitting at His feet.
If you could see me now, I'm walking streets of gold.
If you could see me now, I'm standing strong and whole.
If you could see me now, you'd know I've seen His face.
If you could see me now, you'd know the pain is erased.
You wouldn't want me to ever leave this place,
If you could only see me now.
My light and temporary trials have worked out for my good,
To know it brought Him glory when I misunderstood.
Though we've had our sorrows, they can never compare.
What Jesus has in store for us, no language can share.
You wouldn't want me to ever leave this perfect place
If you could only see me now
If you could see me now
If you could only see me now
The Angels are Singing Tonight!
As of 7:45 p.m. Mountain Time, Ellie has been dancing in Heaven! She stayed asleep until 15 minutes before and then it wasn't exactly peaceful, but true to form, Ellie was fighting to the end. John and I were both with her at the end. I silently begged God to take her, and then said "run to Jesus, Ellie... run!" and it was over. I will have more to write later, but for now, please know that your prayers have been answered - it was unbelievably fast. Thank you all for your love!
As I've prayed for Ellie, Sarah & John and especially Nancy tonight, this song has been running through my head:
If You Could See Me Now
(Kim Noblitt)
Our prayers have all been answered. I finally arrived.
The healing that had been delayed has now been realized.
No one's in a hurry. There's no schedule to keep.
We're all enjoying Jesus, just sitting at His feet.
If you could see me now, I'm walking streets of gold.
If you could see me now, I'm standing strong and whole.
If you could see me now, you'd know I've seen His face.
If you could see me now, you'd know the pain is erased.
You wouldn't want me to ever leave this place,
If you could only see me now.
My light and temporary trials have worked out for my good,
To know it brought Him glory when I misunderstood.
Though we've had our sorrows, they can never compare.
What Jesus has in store for us, no language can share.
You wouldn't want me to ever leave this perfect place
If you could only see me now
If you could see me now
If you could only see me now
The Coffee Family Story
I know this is long, but it's so great...such a story of God's provision. The Ruth in this story is my amazing sister. She was adopted from China in 2003. Her adoption, I think, is something my parents were able to afford through the inheritance my mom received when her mother passed away in 2001. As incredible painful as my grandmother's death was, stories like this make it so ok. It's amazing to me that 6 years after she died, the Lord is still using her to change lives.
Read, particularly, the parts I've italicized. :)
The Coffee Family Story
My story begins with the devastating diagnosis of infertility and ends with two miraculous events…an adoption and the birth of a biological child.
I married my college sweetheart, Brad. We got married soon after I graduated from college in 1990. Brad and I spent our twenties completing graduate school and starting our careers. We began trying to have children in our early thirties. After several years without success, we sought treatment from a reproductive endocrinologist.
In an attempt to make a long and painful story short, I received the diagnosis of diminished ovarian reserve from a reproductive endocrinology intern. The intern said that if I really wanted children, I would need to consider adoption and/or the use of donor eggs. Prior to this phone call, the last conversation I had with my reproductive endocrinologist was that I should be able to get pregnant. Needless to say, my immediate reaction was that of shock. I cried hysterically while driving myself home after that phone call. Brad left work and met me at home. He and I cried all day. It was a day I will never forget.
Soon after receiving this devastating news, Brad and I went to another fertility clinic to get a second opinion. Unfortunately, failed in-vitro fertilization confirmed the diagnosis of diminished ovarian reserve. One reproductive endocrinologist sat at his desk and said to me, “Not all fertility problems are black and white, but yours are. You need to consider alternative ways to having children.” This all happened in the spring of 2004.
I continued to grieve the loss of a biological child. Brad did, too. I was terribly depressed, but never sought professional counseling for it. Instead, I looked to my friends for strength. I also looked to Brad, but found that my close friends provided the most comfort and support.
What I got from Brad was his unconditional love. The guilt I had of not being able to give him a biological child was overwhelming. I performed my daily routines and I’m sure most people didn’t realize I was hurting. I was sad, though, and felt empty.
I’m a pediatric speech-language pathologist. One of my former clients, Ruth, was adopted from China at age 11 months. I started working with her in July, 2004 when she was 13 months old. I quickly fell in love with Ruthie. I also quickly became friends with her mother, Sharon. Sharon watched as a bond developed between Ruthie and me over the course of several months. She eventually told me (yes, “told” me) that Brad and I needed to make the decision to adopt…and that we needed to adopt a little girl from China. As hard as it was for me to hear Sharon sometimes (after all, she also had two biological children so how could she possibly understand the pain I was feeling), I really did listen to her. Other friends also encouraged us to adopt. After much consideration Brad and I eventually looked into adoption; although, we were both hesitant about adopting.
In the summer of 2004, I joined a national infertility group called RESOLVE. I learned of an adoption workshop in February, 2005 which was sponsored by this group. Thankfully, Brad and I attended this one day workshop. At this workshop, we went to a session on Chinese adoptions. The presenter for this session was a representative from Chinese Children Adoption International, CCAI. Her presentation was well organized. She, herself, had adopted from China and spoke positively of her experience. We also attended sessions on Russian adoptions and American adoptions, neither of which appealed to us for various reasons. Brad and I left the workshop leaning toward adopting from China. After weighing the pros and cons of all of our adoption options, we finally made the life altering decision to adopt from China and to use CCAI as our agency.
We sent in our application in March, 2005. The paper chase began in May, 2005. Our dossier was logged in at the China Center of Adoption affairs, CCAA, on September 12, 2005. Brad and I anticipated receiving a referral for an infant in the spring of 2006. Soon after our log-in date, the referrals started to slow down. The wait for our daughter became increasingly longer. Brad and I began to feel as if we were NEVER going to be parents. I needed to find others who were in our situation. I needed a support group for waiting parents.
I also started experiencing severe hip pain during this time. In the spring of 2006 (when Brad and I initially thought we would be getting our daughter from China), I had surgery for endometriosis in an attempt to alleviate the pain. During the surgery, my doctor discovered that my left ovary was engulfed by endometriosis. After the surgery, my doctor said that I had a chance of getting pregnant since he had cleared my left ovary of the endometriosis. He also said that research has shown that women who get pregnant after having surgery for endometriosis usually do so within six months post surgery. My response to him was that I didn’t have the surgery in an attempt to get pregnant. It was only to relieve my hip pain and that at least seven reproductive endocrinologists had said that conception with my own eggs would be a “miracle.” Well, the endometriosis wasn’t the cause of my hip pain (that’s another story in itself), but it was apparently the cause of my infertility. I got pregnant in October of 2006…exactly six months after my surgery!!!!!
I found out I was pregnant on November 2, 2006. At that time, Brad and I thought we might get our referral from China in December, 2006. As excited as we were about the pregnancy, we were equally excited about the adoption…but, my pregnancy was considered a high risk one because of my age and two large uterine fibroids. Brad and I didn’t know what to do. I was terrified of losing our biological baby through a miscarriage. I was also terrified of losing our Chinese baby by informing the folks at CCAI and CCAA about the pregnancy. Brad and I desperately wanted both children. We chose only to tell our family and close friends about the pregnancy until our adoption was completed. Brad and I never intended to be deceptive, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
On January 4, 2007, we got our referral from China. We were referred a 19 month old little girl named Fu Li Wan. We were expecting a baby, not a toddler. CCAI referred to this as a “mistake” and said we could wait until the next batch of referrals so we could get an infant. I didn’t have time to wait for the next batch of referrals. I had medical clearance from my obstetrician to travel to and return from China prior to my 28th week of pregnancy (of course, CCAI wasn’t aware of this since I still hadn’t told them I was pregnant). If we waited until the next batch of referrals, I couldn’t travel to China.
Brad and I read the developmental and medical history on Fu Li Wan. We sat in our living room trying to decide if we were mentally and physically prepared to have a newborn and a two year old. Brad and I had already prepared ourselves for adopting a baby. We knew there would be more significant bonding and attachment issues with an older child. Brad wanted to make the decision to accept or decline the referral solely on Fu Li Wan’s medical and developmental information. He didn’t want to be influenced by her picture. I refused to make the decision without seeing her face. I needed to see Fu Li Wan’s face. We eventually opened the email with her referral picture. There were two additional snapshots of her for a total of three photographs. Brad looked at me and with tears in his eyes said, “You know what we have to do.” Our decision was made. Brad and I immediately fell in love with Fu Li Wan. She was the most beautiful child we had ever seen. Fu Li Wan looked as healthy in the photographs as she read on paper. Our wait was over. This was our daughter and as we would soon learn, the most perfect child for us. The referral was never a “mistake.”
Brad, my mother, and I traveled to China at the end February. Our Fu Li Wan (Allison Marie) was placed in my arms on February 26, 2007. We arrived home in the United States on March 11, 2007 at which time Allison became a U.S. Citizen. Shannon Elizabeth, our other daughter, was born on July 2, 2007.
Brad and I have created a beautiful family. I’ve chosen not to share some of the struggles we’ve had with adopting an older child. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t tough at times. It was especially hard during the first month after Allison’s adoption and during the first couple of months after Shannon’s birth. Despite the challenges, Brad and I are incredibly happy and finally have what we’ve wanted for so long!!!! He and I feel a love toward our girls that we’ve never felt. It’s the most precious love imaginable.
During our journey to creating a family, my faith in God has been tested. I’m not one who has ever believed in fate. And, I’ve certainly never been able to accept that God has a plan and that I should surrender to this plan. Religion, for me, is very personal. I don’t share my feelings about God and religion too often; however, I do feel it is now necessary to say that I could be wrong about fate and God’s plan. I often hear people say that everything happens according to God’s timing. If that really is true, then I thank Him with all of my heart for His perfect timing. Without the fertility issues, the expanded delays in China, and my hip problems, Allison may have never been referred to us and Shannon may have never been born. These girls are true blessings and nothing less than miracles.
Read, particularly, the parts I've italicized. :)
The Coffee Family Story
My story begins with the devastating diagnosis of infertility and ends with two miraculous events…an adoption and the birth of a biological child.
I married my college sweetheart, Brad. We got married soon after I graduated from college in 1990. Brad and I spent our twenties completing graduate school and starting our careers. We began trying to have children in our early thirties. After several years without success, we sought treatment from a reproductive endocrinologist.
In an attempt to make a long and painful story short, I received the diagnosis of diminished ovarian reserve from a reproductive endocrinology intern. The intern said that if I really wanted children, I would need to consider adoption and/or the use of donor eggs. Prior to this phone call, the last conversation I had with my reproductive endocrinologist was that I should be able to get pregnant. Needless to say, my immediate reaction was that of shock. I cried hysterically while driving myself home after that phone call. Brad left work and met me at home. He and I cried all day. It was a day I will never forget.
Soon after receiving this devastating news, Brad and I went to another fertility clinic to get a second opinion. Unfortunately, failed in-vitro fertilization confirmed the diagnosis of diminished ovarian reserve. One reproductive endocrinologist sat at his desk and said to me, “Not all fertility problems are black and white, but yours are. You need to consider alternative ways to having children.” This all happened in the spring of 2004.
I continued to grieve the loss of a biological child. Brad did, too. I was terribly depressed, but never sought professional counseling for it. Instead, I looked to my friends for strength. I also looked to Brad, but found that my close friends provided the most comfort and support.
What I got from Brad was his unconditional love. The guilt I had of not being able to give him a biological child was overwhelming. I performed my daily routines and I’m sure most people didn’t realize I was hurting. I was sad, though, and felt empty.
I’m a pediatric speech-language pathologist. One of my former clients, Ruth, was adopted from China at age 11 months. I started working with her in July, 2004 when she was 13 months old. I quickly fell in love with Ruthie. I also quickly became friends with her mother, Sharon. Sharon watched as a bond developed between Ruthie and me over the course of several months. She eventually told me (yes, “told” me) that Brad and I needed to make the decision to adopt…and that we needed to adopt a little girl from China. As hard as it was for me to hear Sharon sometimes (after all, she also had two biological children so how could she possibly understand the pain I was feeling), I really did listen to her. Other friends also encouraged us to adopt. After much consideration Brad and I eventually looked into adoption; although, we were both hesitant about adopting.
In the summer of 2004, I joined a national infertility group called RESOLVE. I learned of an adoption workshop in February, 2005 which was sponsored by this group. Thankfully, Brad and I attended this one day workshop. At this workshop, we went to a session on Chinese adoptions. The presenter for this session was a representative from Chinese Children Adoption International, CCAI. Her presentation was well organized. She, herself, had adopted from China and spoke positively of her experience. We also attended sessions on Russian adoptions and American adoptions, neither of which appealed to us for various reasons. Brad and I left the workshop leaning toward adopting from China. After weighing the pros and cons of all of our adoption options, we finally made the life altering decision to adopt from China and to use CCAI as our agency.
We sent in our application in March, 2005. The paper chase began in May, 2005. Our dossier was logged in at the China Center of Adoption affairs, CCAA, on September 12, 2005. Brad and I anticipated receiving a referral for an infant in the spring of 2006. Soon after our log-in date, the referrals started to slow down. The wait for our daughter became increasingly longer. Brad and I began to feel as if we were NEVER going to be parents. I needed to find others who were in our situation. I needed a support group for waiting parents.
I also started experiencing severe hip pain during this time. In the spring of 2006 (when Brad and I initially thought we would be getting our daughter from China), I had surgery for endometriosis in an attempt to alleviate the pain. During the surgery, my doctor discovered that my left ovary was engulfed by endometriosis. After the surgery, my doctor said that I had a chance of getting pregnant since he had cleared my left ovary of the endometriosis. He also said that research has shown that women who get pregnant after having surgery for endometriosis usually do so within six months post surgery. My response to him was that I didn’t have the surgery in an attempt to get pregnant. It was only to relieve my hip pain and that at least seven reproductive endocrinologists had said that conception with my own eggs would be a “miracle.” Well, the endometriosis wasn’t the cause of my hip pain (that’s another story in itself), but it was apparently the cause of my infertility. I got pregnant in October of 2006…exactly six months after my surgery!!!!!
I found out I was pregnant on November 2, 2006. At that time, Brad and I thought we might get our referral from China in December, 2006. As excited as we were about the pregnancy, we were equally excited about the adoption…but, my pregnancy was considered a high risk one because of my age and two large uterine fibroids. Brad and I didn’t know what to do. I was terrified of losing our biological baby through a miscarriage. I was also terrified of losing our Chinese baby by informing the folks at CCAI and CCAA about the pregnancy. Brad and I desperately wanted both children. We chose only to tell our family and close friends about the pregnancy until our adoption was completed. Brad and I never intended to be deceptive, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
On January 4, 2007, we got our referral from China. We were referred a 19 month old little girl named Fu Li Wan. We were expecting a baby, not a toddler. CCAI referred to this as a “mistake” and said we could wait until the next batch of referrals so we could get an infant. I didn’t have time to wait for the next batch of referrals. I had medical clearance from my obstetrician to travel to and return from China prior to my 28th week of pregnancy (of course, CCAI wasn’t aware of this since I still hadn’t told them I was pregnant). If we waited until the next batch of referrals, I couldn’t travel to China.
Brad and I read the developmental and medical history on Fu Li Wan. We sat in our living room trying to decide if we were mentally and physically prepared to have a newborn and a two year old. Brad and I had already prepared ourselves for adopting a baby. We knew there would be more significant bonding and attachment issues with an older child. Brad wanted to make the decision to accept or decline the referral solely on Fu Li Wan’s medical and developmental information. He didn’t want to be influenced by her picture. I refused to make the decision without seeing her face. I needed to see Fu Li Wan’s face. We eventually opened the email with her referral picture. There were two additional snapshots of her for a total of three photographs. Brad looked at me and with tears in his eyes said, “You know what we have to do.” Our decision was made. Brad and I immediately fell in love with Fu Li Wan. She was the most beautiful child we had ever seen. Fu Li Wan looked as healthy in the photographs as she read on paper. Our wait was over. This was our daughter and as we would soon learn, the most perfect child for us. The referral was never a “mistake.”
Brad, my mother, and I traveled to China at the end February. Our Fu Li Wan (Allison Marie) was placed in my arms on February 26, 2007. We arrived home in the United States on March 11, 2007 at which time Allison became a U.S. Citizen. Shannon Elizabeth, our other daughter, was born on July 2, 2007.
Brad and I have created a beautiful family. I’ve chosen not to share some of the struggles we’ve had with adopting an older child. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t tough at times. It was especially hard during the first month after Allison’s adoption and during the first couple of months after Shannon’s birth. Despite the challenges, Brad and I are incredibly happy and finally have what we’ve wanted for so long!!!! He and I feel a love toward our girls that we’ve never felt. It’s the most precious love imaginable.
During our journey to creating a family, my faith in God has been tested. I’m not one who has ever believed in fate. And, I’ve certainly never been able to accept that God has a plan and that I should surrender to this plan. Religion, for me, is very personal. I don’t share my feelings about God and religion too often; however, I do feel it is now necessary to say that I could be wrong about fate and God’s plan. I often hear people say that everything happens according to God’s timing. If that really is true, then I thank Him with all of my heart for His perfect timing. Without the fertility issues, the expanded delays in China, and my hip problems, Allison may have never been referred to us and Shannon may have never been born. These girls are true blessings and nothing less than miracles.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
PN2K7
One of my very first posts about a year ago was about Princess Night 2006. A couple weeks ago, we had Princess Night 2007.
Princess Night has very quickly become one of my favorite Young Life events of the year. (I mean, Mall Hunt will ALWAYS be my absolute favorite...but I do love PN.) For those who don't know, Princess Night...well, really Princess Night defies explanation. It involves crazy dresses (think Prom circa 1987), crazy make-up (think Tammy Faye, circa 1987), and 100 screaming high school girls all over southern Gwinnett County. This year, we met the girls at the movie theater and took them to the D-house at the church where we all got dressed in our smokin' hot dresses and did each other's make-up. From there, each team (broken up by school) set off on a digital camera scavenger hunt.
The first item on our list: a pic of our entire team in a bathtub...
Our team: Angela, Rachael (another leader), Me, Nicole
We took a picture of our team at the girls' school sign:
That involved climbing a small wooden fence, climbing a small wall and going through some bushes...oh, and abandoning Angela on the sign. :)
The list said we would get bonus points for a picture of members of our team in jail:
Technically, the camera was in a grocery cart and we were on the outside...but I love this picture. :)
The event officially ended with a Bad Dance-off back at the church at 11...but about 10 girls (students and leaders) spent the night at my house after. It was great...at about 3am a few of the girls decided they were hungry...so I took 3 of them to Waffle House. While we were there, we saw a guy get arrested for having a bag of cocaine in his car. All in all, by the time we got back and I got to sleep, it was about 530am...and some of the girls had to get up at 7 to get to church on time. Yeah...I was exhausted! I ended up calling in sick to work the next day so I could chill out and get some sleep.
I had such a great time with the girls, though! And the evening definetely went a long way toward building relationships with them. Rachael and I are going to start a Bible study with some of them after the first of the year...I can't wait!!!
On a completely unrelated note, my mom called me about 17 times yesterday...she had won a bid on ebay. It turns out, if you have a PayPal account in the US, you can't charge to it from another country so she needed me to go into her account and charge it. Turns out, it was my Christmas present.
I CAN'T WAIT for it to get here!!! :) I'm so into art and creating right now...I'm really excited about this opportunity to really expand one of my favorite methods of creating!!!
Princess Night has very quickly become one of my favorite Young Life events of the year. (I mean, Mall Hunt will ALWAYS be my absolute favorite...but I do love PN.) For those who don't know, Princess Night...well, really Princess Night defies explanation. It involves crazy dresses (think Prom circa 1987), crazy make-up (think Tammy Faye, circa 1987), and 100 screaming high school girls all over southern Gwinnett County. This year, we met the girls at the movie theater and took them to the D-house at the church where we all got dressed in our smokin' hot dresses and did each other's make-up. From there, each team (broken up by school) set off on a digital camera scavenger hunt.
The first item on our list: a pic of our entire team in a bathtub...
Our team: Angela, Rachael (another leader), Me, Nicole
We took a picture of our team at the girls' school sign:
That involved climbing a small wooden fence, climbing a small wall and going through some bushes...oh, and abandoning Angela on the sign. :)
The list said we would get bonus points for a picture of members of our team in jail:
Technically, the camera was in a grocery cart and we were on the outside...but I love this picture. :)
The event officially ended with a Bad Dance-off back at the church at 11...but about 10 girls (students and leaders) spent the night at my house after. It was great...at about 3am a few of the girls decided they were hungry...so I took 3 of them to Waffle House. While we were there, we saw a guy get arrested for having a bag of cocaine in his car. All in all, by the time we got back and I got to sleep, it was about 530am...and some of the girls had to get up at 7 to get to church on time. Yeah...I was exhausted! I ended up calling in sick to work the next day so I could chill out and get some sleep.
I had such a great time with the girls, though! And the evening definetely went a long way toward building relationships with them. Rachael and I are going to start a Bible study with some of them after the first of the year...I can't wait!!!
On a completely unrelated note, my mom called me about 17 times yesterday...she had won a bid on ebay. It turns out, if you have a PayPal account in the US, you can't charge to it from another country so she needed me to go into her account and charge it. Turns out, it was my Christmas present.
I CAN'T WAIT for it to get here!!! :) I'm so into art and creating right now...I'm really excited about this opportunity to really expand one of my favorite methods of creating!!!
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