Oversharing?

Katie is a great source of interesting articles. Here's one shw sent me about blogging and privacy.

Loneliness

This girl asked people to leave an anonymous voice mail about loneliness. She turned the results into this video.

Interrwining Lives

All I can think of to start this blog with are cliches.
"What a wonderful Christmas."
"I'm so blessed."

These last few months were the roughest of the year. To say that I actually enjoyed Christmas/this weekend is a pretty big deal. And enjoy I did. Immensely!

Christmas Eve to Friday night, my brother and I spent a lot of time together. Being the only two siblings at home, we had to entertain each other. Which we did.


Christmas saw the whole Waldron side together, minus Jill, Pat, and Beth. Quite a feat and one that hadn't been accomplished in quite some time.

Friday, Ben and I went to town with Mari, Dan and their son Eli. I love these guys. We later went over and played their Wii.



When we got back from their house, Jill and Pat had arrive. We got to spend some time with them before Ben and I ventured to Lansing to pick up my friends.

Jes and Amber did not make it up because of the weather, but Jeremy and Brian braved the cold/snow/fog. They got into Lansing around 11:30 and Ben rode with me. Some crazy fog we drove through, but made it back to the house around 2:30am.

In the morning we exchanged gifts and my mom bought the guys some socks. The rest of the day consisted of eating and playing games. I showed the guys Vestaburg, or at least what they could see of Vestaburg, since the fog was so thick. Poor Brian, he had never been to MI and this is what he had to come to. Jeremy kept assuring him that MI was not always like this.

Saturday night we drove back to GR, stopping to get a space heater. Then a tour of GR, a stop at the park that over looks the city, and then a hot beverage at The Bitter End. There, an employee showed us a sweet trick, he then recruited Brian to teach to other. We had a great time and good conversations.

Early Saturday morning I awoke the first time to the monstrous wind and then again to Brian's cell phone playing, "Pour Some Sugar On Me," at top volume. We have no idea why it went off then, but it became the joke for the rest of the trip.

Sunday morning we went to Mars Hill. The guys are pretty big fans of Rob Bell. Ed Dobson taught and we all agreed the message was powerful. Wolfgang's for lunch and so much food! Jeremy and I took Brian to the big red button, but after a quick photo opt, we hustled back to the car. FREEZING.



The afternoon we spent chatting, and playing Halo II. Katie ended up losing power, so she spent the night and so did her cats. Around dinner time, the guys, Katie, Lakeri, and I piled in the car to go to The Cottage, only to find it closed. The Green Well-closed. Piertro's-closing. We ended up at Applebee's. Sarcasm was the humor of choose and I drank it in.

After returning home, we all talked for a while and then went to bed. I love late night conversation after the lights have been turned out. Probably one of my favorite things.

This morning we had a very busy house as everyone was getting ready. After dropping LaKeri off at work, Jeremy, Brian, and I headed to Lansing. And thus ended our adventure in the Meijer parking lot.



One thing I learned is that Jes is my picture enabler and as you may be able to tell, I hardly took any pictures, which I now regret to a certain degree. I really missed Jes.

I'm so glad these guys made it up. There is something very special about them. It amazes me how God can intertwine the lives of people. Six months ago, I did not know these two existed. I'm lucky for these intertwinings.

Okay, I am sooooo over winter, and off street parking, and GR roads, and broken heaters. I woke up to the sound of our furnace running at 5:30am. It had been running for a while, but my room was freezing. I drifted in and out of sleep for the next few hours. At 7:45a I got up to turn down the thermostat. I figured it's just too cold outside for our house to get warmed up and we shouldn't have let it run all night (Sidenote: we got our first bill. Oh my! $$$). So without turning on a light I turn the thermostate lower and crawled back up in my bed. About 8:19 I figured I should get up and leave some time shovel my car out. I pulled up the blinds and shared in SHOCK! All the work LaKeri and I did yesterday was already filled in. Not to mention it was freezing in our house and there's air coming in through our front door.

I stood and stared until I resolved myself that I was just going to have to shovel some more. About that time LaKeri came out and told me, my car had been plowed in. We also deduced that the heater was not working. I bundled up and almost cried when I saw the condition of my car. 45mins to shovel it out. I kept pushing on, knowing that if I could just get it in the driveway, maybe I wouldn't have to worry about this tomorrow morning. WRONG!

I should have learned from yesterday. My car cannot go in the driveway, because of a slight incline. Another hour and 25min, plus a 25lbs of kitty litter. When my car had made it as far as half way in the drive and half way in the road, I saw a Hummer turn the cornner. I thought to myself, "There is no way that idiot's getting around my car." It pulls to the side and it's Mike, our landlord. He helps LaKeri and I get the car unstuck and I park it in the plowed out lot of the landremat down the block.

Mike brought us some space heaters and plans to get the heating guy out tonight, but maybe not until tomorrow. Meanwhile I'm bundled in my coat and scarf.

I'm wrecked!

Jes and Jeremy+Brian and Amber+VBurg/GRap=One excited Amanda

That's right! Jes and Jeremy will be in MI in less than a week and this time they're bringing friends. Brian from Huntinton is coming with Jeremy and Amber, Jes' best friend, will both be visiting. We're going to be spending some time with my family and then back to GR. Oh I cannot wait. I just hope the weather cooperates.

We are so lucky to have been able to see each other every month since we met! PHOTO MONTAGE!

July: Resterant in Cavin, Ireland. Back when we hardly knew each other.

Aug/Sept: Hiking on a trail in Virginia!

Oct: Lake Michigan

Nov: Hanging out in West Virginia

Dec: MI
Jan: VA

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.

Here are some pictures from the big dig out:

Thoughts on a Snowy Day

-I'm so glad I'm no longer on-call!
-Douglas St. did not make the list of priority streets to plow.
-I don't think I've used a shovel since high school.
-I reveled in the fact that I over came a slushy mess that a truck had trouble getting though.
-Sometimes it's nice to just stay in.

Grasp

Sometimes faith reminds me of those '90s optical illusions. The one that you stare at and see the 3D image. Sometimes there are brief glimpse and you celebrate at what you saw. Other times you strain and stare and become frustrated when you cannot see anything.

Right now, in random spurts, I see it. I will keep trying.

Is This a Metaphor

“The Slip” by Wendell Berry

The river takes the land, and leaves nothing.

Where the great slip gave way in the bank
and an acre disappeared, all human plans
dissolve. An aweful clarification occurs
where a place was. Its memory breaks
from what is known now, begins to drift.

Where cattle grazed and trees stood, emptiness
widens the air for birdflight, wind and rain.

As before the beginning, nothing is there.

Human wrong is in the cause, human
ruin in the effect-but no matter;
all will be lost, no matter the reason.

Nothing, having arrived, will stay.

The earth, even, is like a flower, so soon
passeth it away. And yet this nothing
is the seed of all-the clear eye
of Heaven, where all the worlds appear.

Where the imperfect has departed, the perfect
begins its struggle to return. The good gift
begins again its descent. The maker moves

in the unmade, stirring the waters until
it clouds, dark beneath the surface,
stirring and darkening the soul until pain
perceives new possibility. There is nothing

to do but learn and wait, return to work
on what remains. Seed will sprout in the scar.

Though death is in the healing, it will heal.

White Rooms

Days like this make me want to crawl in my bed and cry. Days with no contentment. Days I spend looking up programs and new places and new ideas. Hoping one with catch and I will find a purpose to my days against. Days where I want to feel rooted here, but don't. Days when I don't feel like I have a place; where I'm not making a difference. Many door seem to have closed and I find myself in a circular room with no options of exiting. And thus winter begins.

I'm getting out of town this weekend. Sometimes Grand Rapids is suffocating.

My friend!

Katie's a published writer. Check out her poem

http://theotherjournal.com/article.php?id=462

Tis the Season

I wish I didn't feel like I have to be the person you want me to be. I wish your expectations weren't so pounding. Beating me down.

Because then...

Maybe I could LIVE!

Pronouncing All My T's in Huntington

Jeremy played a show in Huntington this weekend and guess who came along?
I left work early and met Jeremy in Upper Sandusky. Roughly around the same time Jes left Lynchburg, VA with some friends, Danielle and Daniel. We converged on Huntington, WV around 9pm and enjoy some great Mexican food. We then headed over to some friends' house and I got to see some of Jeremy's friends from before and they got to meet Jes. Such fun people.

Happy Trees and Backstreet Boys
Saturday we woke up and watched a little Bob Ross. Then off to the New Mini Lunch (third attempt), only to find it closed...again. We found a little cafe. After lunch we lounged around while Jeremy got everything around for the show. Danielle and Daniel had stayed up the night before watching some movies and I wasn't sure how they were functioning. They decided to stay behind, while Jes and I went with Jeremy to the venue.

We'd been hearing about this show for a while and were pretty excited to be roadies. Jes and I's first task was to set up the tent Jeremy would be changing in. Only when we unwrapped the tent, there were no poles. We made a quick trek to Wal-Mart and bought a replacement, hoping to use it for the show and then return it. Upon opening the box we found a leaflet that said, "Do not return to retail store." Whoops!

After our task, Jes and I explored the old elementary school/church. It used to be the old African American school and there seemed to be a lot of history there. Also the structure and rooms were interesting. Especially the bathroom. This is the ladies bathroom:



After a quick sound check, we grabbed some dinner, and the last of the props, and then it was show time. Tons of people came out and we got to meet a lot of them.

Cade read some original poetry.

The show started with some original songs. Jes and I got a shout out before Roscommon Sense.

And then things took a creepy turn when Jeremy shaved his beard down to this mustache. No mustaches please. The warning was not heeded.

Michael sang guitar backup to a Foo Fighters song. Hilarious!

The mustache was then shaved off on stage in time for As Long As You Love Me by the Backstreet Boys. We were encouraged to sing along and we did. Not surprisingly, I still know the words.

The big finale included Cade, on drums, and Michael, on bass. Neither had previous musical experience. Jeremy showed them what to play and they rocked it.

The show went really well and Jeremy seemed pleased. We hung around afterwards to clean up and tear down the set and then to the after party at Michael, Cade, and Brian's house. I love spending time with these guys and a lot of Jeremy's other friends came out. After staying for a while Jes, Jeremy, Steven and Becky (Jeremy's roommates) and I decided to hit up the Taco Bell, which is apparently the only place open at the time, because we waited about 15 in line.

Jesus and the Park:
Sunday we went to church and then to Nanna's Country Kitchen. True West Virginia flavor.
Then onto a park to take some pictures.

I'm so lucky for these friends!

What am I listening to?

After the park, we headed back to the house and packed Jes up. Sad day. She headed off to Virginia and I took a nap. Sunday night, we went to Ground Zero, a ministry, where I met someone else from MI. She asked me how long I had been here. "In Huntington?" I asked. I pronounced it Hunt-ting-ton. They laughed at the way I said it and I asked how do you say it? "Hun-ning-ton." That's my MI accent for you.

The rest of the night consisted of dinner at The Waffle House (my first time) and seeing Quantum of Solace. We met Michael, his girlfriend Jackie, Cade, his girlfriend Anna, and Brian at the theater, where Michael stuffed about 8 Capri Suns into my purse. We were well stocked. Too bad the movie wasn't that great. Then back to the house.

Food and More Food:
Monday, we got up around 9 and made our way to Tudor's Biscuit World and then down to the Ohio River, where we ate. Those being our only plans before lunch we got back to the house and hung out with Steven for a while. When we had digested enough we went to The New Mini Lunch. Finally it was open and we ate. Then the four hour drive to my car. We did stop at an overlook and took this picture for Jes. She made us these hats.


I always have such a wonderful time, but I don't think I realize how wonderful until I'm going through withdrawal the next day.

Living on Hope

I'm spent; shattered. The toxins of stress in my body have formed knots in my back. Hope seems frail in my hands.

But I hope...it's what I have to do. I hope for the future, even though I cannot see past my own nose sometimes. I hope for reconciliation though the differences seem insurmountable. I hope to be made perfect...SOON. I long for heaven and to be made new. I long to sit with Jesus and find rest from troubles. HOPE!

Hope does remain. Faith. Love.

After seeing the reaction of my friends and fellow Christians on Facebook, I thought about addressing the issue in my post, but my friend Natalie did it so much better then I could have. You should check it out at her blog.

Perspective on this night...

This is pretty much how I feel. I respect both McCain and Obama. I'd like to meet both and maybe play some Bocce Ball.

Another article to summarize.

I post articles like this because there is a sound of hope in them.

If it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven, then why do we try so hard to be rich?

I Think This is Beautiful

What we can and must do in the present, if we are obedient to the gospel, if we are following Jesus, and if we are indewlt, energized, and directed by the Spirit, is to build for the kingdom. This brings us back to 1 Corinthians 15:58 once more: what you do in the Lord is not in vain. You are not oiling the wheels of a machine that's about to roll off a cliff. You are not resoring a great painting that's shortly going to be thrown in the fire. You are not planting roses in a garden that's about to be dug up for a building site. You are--strange though it may seem, almost as hard to believe as the resurrection itself--accomplishing something new that will become in due course part of God's new world. Every act of love, gratitude,and kindness; every work of art or music inspired by the love of God and delight in the beauty of his creation; every minute spent teaching a severely handicapped child to read or to walk; every act of care and fir that matter one's fellow human beings, and for that matter, one's fellow nonhuman creatures; and of course every prayer, all Spirit-led teaching, every deed that spreads the gospel, builds up the church, embraces and embodies holiness rather than corruption, and makes the name of Jesus honored in the world--all of this will find its way, throguh the resurrecting power of God, into the new creation God will make. That is the logic of the mission of God. God's recreation of his wonderful world, which began with the resurrection of Jesus and continues mysteriously as God's people live in the risen Christ and in the power of his Spirit, means that what we do in Christ and by the Spirit in the present is not wasted. It will last all the way to God's new world. In fact, it will be enhanced there. -Surprised by Hope, NT Wright

Co-Worker Profile

The Grand Rapids Press did an article on our Social Worker. Check it out.

Zombie Walk

So Halloween is probably my favorite holiday because of all the fun and silliness. Tonight the same guys who hosted the Pillow Fight and Zomb organized a Zombie Walk downtown. Our goals was to beat the current record, held by Pittsburgh, of 1350 participants. I think we easliy blew past this.

Emma and I got there right as the walk started.

Bree and Tiff from the.element last year!

Poor people who tried to drive where we were walking. One older lady looked so freaked out. Most cars ended up with smeared hand prints on them. One unfortunatly driver got their car rocked by a horde of Zombies.

News Story!

ZOMB - Take II

Halloween is probably my favorite holiday, simply for the fun factor. Last night another game of Zomb took place and this time Ben, Pat and Parker (Ben's roommates) came to play. The facebook group advertised that the Discovery Channel would be there filming and tons of people showed up. Probably close to 700. We quickly joined up with a group of Pat's friends. I acted as the token female player. Playing with guys is a lot more fun, because they tend to take their mission seriously.

As the game stated we found ourselves as humans defending the high ground. "Hold the hill," came the order from our leaders and Ben and Pat decided to take this literally and bent down to grab a hold of the ground. Pretty soon the Zombies rushed us and in a flurry of black clothes most of our comrades had fallen. Pat and I found ourselves standing a lot the further most boundary watching the chaos. Out of nowhere some jerk decided to rush us, tackled Pat, grabbed my sweatshirt and we crashed on the ground, with me ankle twisting at an odd angle. "I got both of you," he declared, bouncing off. Yes, well done. You successfully tackled a girl. JERK! To set the record straight, there is no tackling. You become a Zombie with a two-handed touch.

Now that all of us were Zombies, we picked up with the horde and searched for humans. At one point we lost Parker and then Pat and then found Parker again. For the most part Ben and I stuck together. After an epic Zombie-Human battle, the human group thinking they had shot all of us, started retrieving their ammo. One guy yelled to the remaining humans, "Alright, two minute ammo retrieval." He bent down to get his dart, thinking Ben and I were humans, and then I tagged him. My crowning moment.

After that Ben, Parker, and I kind of went renegade from the group and trapped some humans on a hill. We needed backup and they came a few minutes too late, after we had been shot (by nerf darts). Shortly after we unfroze (after 2min), a guy came around looking for his shoe. Ben and I helped him find it and then the kid asked, "You guys are humans right?" A scuffle ensued and I ended up hitting a fence with my teeth. Although I'm pretty sure I two handed touched him, he ran off the rejoin his human friends.

All and all a pretty fun game, but I realized after I stopped running that my foot really hurt. I had developed a limp. After getting out of the car back home, the limp grew worse. Today it's pretty sore and I can't put much weight on it. I think it's severely bruised.

To him who is able to keep you from FALLING

and to present you
Before his glorious presence without fault and with great JOY—

to the only God our Savior be

glory,

majesty,

power

authority,

Through Jesus Christ our Lord,
Before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen.
Jude 1:24-25

My friend Katie is a publicist for Baker Books. Yesterday I received this email from her:

See that book? That's my book. I'm the publicist for that book the pope
is holding.

What up.

Connecting

I can spend hours online (shamefully it's true). Blogs, facebook, email, news sites. Cycling between. Very little time is actually spent doing what I need to get done on the internet, but rather searching, scanning, looking for news. For a way to connect. Connect to others (even if in a false sense), connect to the world (please do not let me be this small). Seeking, searching for that connection.

It gets this way mostly at night. With every intention of journaling, I go to bed early, only to open up my laptop to "just check my mail." Before I know it, my bed is calling me and I have no time left for journaling. As I lay down to sleep, a small whisper, "What about me." I promise tomorrow there will be time, but tomorrow is just like today.

This connection, seeking, searching, comes from a perceived need. A need I'm searching for a news story to fill or someone's daily account to fill, but really under it all, is a need much deeper then anything one or thing could fill. I'm hungry for God and trying to mask this hunger with other things. Starving for God. It's that realization that whispers for me to stop, close the computer, and pray. Connect, search, seek God.

I feel drained in every possible way. These hurdles are becoming harder to jump and as much as I want to say, "look at me and my accomplishments", the Amanda glory-fest has come to an end.

You know that thing about God teaching me something soon? Well today's the day. He brought me to a place where the next hurdle can only be cleared through him. He will figuratively (literally ?) have to lift me up over this obstacle. He is the only one who can.

It's much like the story of the disciples on the boat. Storms from every side and they could not imagine the outcome other then disastrous. They feared that God had left them. Yet, there God was on their very boat. He had not abandoned them or forgoten them. He was right there. We need to be confident in this God. He has our best interest in mind. Though it is so easy to allow Satan to have victory over us with fear and panic, we need to reclaim that glory for God. Just when we have no idea how something could possibly work out is about the perfect time to go to God asking for Him alone to do what we are powerless to do aside from him.

Thanks in part to Becky for that reminder. I hope it blesses you, like it did me.

Alright, God. What are you up to?

I like to kid around with God like that. I think he must have a superb sense of humor (he did create it, after all) and sometimes I think I'm the butt of his jokes in an, "I'm just kidding," kind of way. All in good natured fun. I feel him joking with me a lot or at least I find myself chuckling at just what he might be up to.

God's seems to be reveling himself to me in surprising spurts. Opportunities that seemed to have not come to fruition, suddenly popped up again. A month ago where I seemed to have so much time on my hands and now every night has something. A new church opportunity and after the first Sunday, I'm serving in a ministry I love! Why so many blessings at once?

God is truly amazing in this good time and many he is preparing me for what he's about to do. Under the surface I can feel it. God is getting ready to break me open. I'm not sure how, but I can feel the Holy Spirit begin to work in my heart. He's whispering to me and sometimes I cannot decipher it, but I know that whisper become a shout. There is something that is not lining up with God, but I can't quite put my finger on it. But my prayer is that soon all will be revealed and God's redemption and restoration will work on that part of my life. It's all very strange to be aware that there is brokenness in your life, but not to know what specifically that is.

Going Home

For me fall is epitomized in the walking down of a country road on a clear, blue October morning. The corn's been cut and there are traces of your breath on the air. Fall is being alive in a place that holds so many memeories.

Soemtimes God blesses you with unexpected joys. This Saturday when I stopped to visit Mari, I had no idead what a blessing it would be. Mari and I have the kind of friendship that can pick up from anywhere. Because of our schedules we rarly get to see each other more then three-four times a year, but after visiting another friend I stopped by to see her.

Mari works in the kitchen at the camp I grew up. This weekend happened to be a fall family fun day of some sort and after talking for some time, I found myself in the kitchen helping Mari prepare for the evening meal. To serve int his capcity gives me great joy!

The event brought out so many I had not seen in quite some time. An old camp director I worked with. An old co-worker. An old and new minister. Everyone blessed me in some way. I left that evening feeling God.

It a strange thinging getting older. At first you rebell from wence you came from. Learning new ideas and growing so much, one suddenly becomes attached to the new place they are at and shirks off the old. Then you begin to compare the too. Slowly the pendulum is swing back into a balanced position and the old and new are lining up in way I never could have protected. I'm glad my roots are in country soil and I'm thankful for the experience of living in such close community in the city. Both have influence then person I am and the person I am becomming.

Super Bubble

Someone stocked our office with Halloween Candy. The kind that comes in big bags and is usually generic. Suckers, Jaw Breakers, Sweet Tart. This bag apparently catered to the no chocolate crowd. Although it seemed like a equal mix, one candy made it's presence know over the others: Super Bubble. You know. The kind that comes in red, yellow, and blue packaging. The one, whose smell is so strong that you can initially taste when eating any other candy it's come in contact with. For some reason this brings back memories of classroom parties in the 4th grad. Why the 4th grade? That was probably the year I figured out the candy hierarchy. The cool kids brought Snickers, or Milky Ways. Some kind of candy that everyone knew. The uncool kids got stuck bringing one-lick suckers. I tried to fill in the middle with Nerds or Runts. Anyway no matter what kind of party it was, Super Bubble always seemed to make an appearance. This is also the gum you were likely to find when cleaning out your desk at the end of the year. Stuck way in the back and even though it had become hard as a rock, you still tried to chew it, because let's face when is Super Bubble not hard as a rock?

Running the Race

1Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. 2Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

Hebrews 12:1-3

Recently the race has been through a stretch of hurdles. I clear the first one, but now another one looms and I have a feeling there are more ahead I cannot see. I imagine a track set up for a race and I show up not knowing that this specific part of the race would require the extra training in hurdles, so I'm learning as I go. At times it's painful as I attempt to clear one and miss. Questions, scares, growth; all a part of the race I didn't know I'd be running. But maybe as I get beyond these points, certain hindrances are left behind. A strong faith and askowldgement that I'm not in control. God is growing me...breaking me...brusing me. I am broken and in desperate need of God.

I'm having a conversation with Greg at OM tomorrow. Prayers would be appreciated as we will be talking about faith. This shouldn't seem like a stressor, but unless I clear this conversation my application won't countinue on the process. I wait for God and listen.

Maybe these hurdles aren't something to be clears, but something to stop me. Pray please!

Falling

Creativity

Rhythm. Art. Beauty. Love. Creativity. Seeing the divine in the ordinary.

Friendship: Michigan Style

Finally some time to update on this past weekend. Friday I took work off to meet Jes and Jeremy half way in Ohio. Jeremy had worked the night before, got off at 7:30ish, and planned to drive him and Jes 8 hours to MI. I said NO. After grabbing some lunch, we hit the road back to MI, where Jes and I saw a dead deer strapped to the trunk of a little white car. We got our traditional Chinesse Food and went back to my place. We spent the night hearing new music from Jeremy at the park that overlooks the city and then some warm drinks at The Bitter End.


Saturday:
We all slept in my room. Jes and I shared a bed as tradition dictates, but the air mattress we had was not comfortable AT ALL. We met Katie for breakfast at Marie Catribes, a resturant in East Town. I was glad to introduce my GR friends to my Ireland friends. After breakfast we went to Meijer and purchased Nerf weapons for the impending Zombie game later that night and then on to Robinette's. Then a walking tour of GR and dinner at San Chez. It's a tapas (small portions) resturants and I loved sharing this experience with my friends.

Jes took these next few.

ZOMB
Saturday night we bundeled up and headed to Cascade Park to do battle against a Zombie horde. This game was organized on Facebook and about 200 people showed up to play. OBJECT: to survive. We started out as humans trying to survive, but our team got picked off pretty fast and so we joined the Zombie horde and took as many humans down as we could. Unfortunatly we didn't get any picture of this. After the game we headed to the park that overlooks the city. We sidewalk chalked and looked at the stars.



Sunday:
I made apple fritters for the guys and then we headed to Mars Hill. Although Rob wasn't teaching, he introduced the guest teacher and Jes and Jeremy were pretty excited to see him. After church we drove to Holland State Park. Neither one had seen Lake Michigan before. We kababed it up and fed seagulls pieces of onions.



Sunday night we relaxed and watched Hot Fuzz!


Monday
We hit the road around 9am. Once in Ohio I started to drag about not needing directions. Half an hour on the wrong exit I ate my words. We got to Upper Sandusky around 2p, ate some Steak and Shake, and said our goodbyes. :( Jes and Jeremy still had about 8 hours to go to get Jes back to Virginia by her midnight cerfew.


We'll see each other agin in Novemeber. We're meeting up for a concert in Jeremy's hometown. These two are wonderful!