Telling About Jesus

Did I ever tell you I am a Teacher/Trainer in Evangelism Explosion?  I am.


I went to Florida in March 2005 and got the training.  It was soooo much fun and I learned a lot.


After we got back, the church I was doing it with would go out and practice EE.


I have one really memorable day.


Me and another lady went to the park and we were walking around talking to people, nothing too exciting, no one was raised from the dead or healed from blindness they had from birth, but we did get to plant some seeds.


Then we started talking to the one girl who was sitting on the swings watching her boyfriend ride his skateboard on the half-pipe they had there.


We made it though the first 3 points.  One, that Eternal life is a free gift that cannot be earned or deserved; two, you cannot earn eternal life because man is sinful, like having a B on a report card full of A's, just one makes you not a straight A student. Three, God is loving and just, he loves us more than we can imagine and wants to spend forever and eternity with us, but he cannot with us having/doing sin, so he must punish our sin.  And she was getting it.  She was liking what we were saying.


On to the next point we go, Jesus (they way we get to spend eternity with God even though we have sin).


And her boyfriend comes over.


He did not like that we were talking to his girlfriend about Jesus.  He started yelling and screaming at us.  Shoving the other lady a little.


The girlfriend got him to settle a bit, and sent him to the car.


And I had the presence of mind to ask for her phone number, and she gave it to me.  And she left.


This was a new experience for me.  I never had anyone mad at me for talking to someone else about Jesus before.


We started to walk to the car to leave, but they were parked next to us.  So we waited until they left.


I called her a couple of days later and I couldn't get a hold of her; I think I wrote the number down wrong.  I was really sad.


She seemed so ready to hear about Jesus but we didn't get to finish that day.


Every once in a while, I pray for her.  I pray for her safety and protection.  I pray that she doesn't feel like we abandoned her because we didn't call her back.  I pray that she finds Jesus and knows him as friend.


I hope that one day I'll be telling this story somewhere, and the girl will come up to me and tell me that she was the girl on the swing set that day.  And that Jesus is her friend.

"All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all." Isaiah 53:6

My Reaction To Applesauce

Yesterday blueberry applesauce spilled all in my bookbag.  So much so that it leaked through my bag onto the table and it looked like I spilled a whole juice box of purple juice on the table.  Eww.


So, I went home and emptied my bag out.  Which took a while because I am a pack-for-whatever-might-could-possibly-ever-happen kind of girl.


There was blueberry applesauce on my paper that I had just finished and printed out!


8 (x 2, I made a copy in case something happened to one copy, funny) pages of my flawless masterpiece ruined with blueberry applesauce.


This was a test to see how I would react.


"Oh well, it's just paper, you can print some more later."


"Now you get to wash your bookbag!"


Have you ever thought about washing your bookbag??


Mother bought me this bag when I started going to "real" college last January.  So it's been everywhere with me for nearly 3 semesters now.  On the floor.  On the chair.  In the bathroom!?  Eww.


So now it is clean and "line drying" in the bathroom over the tub.


The moral of the story is: Don't sweat the small stuff.


I wonder when the next time my bag will get a go through the wash?  Let's take bets.  


Or a poll.  See to the right side of the page, above my beautiful face, and vote.  The poll will be open until March 31st at 11:59 pm.


"But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags." Isaiah 64:6

Seven Month Itch

Last month, February, was mine and KWoww's seventh month living together in the apartment.


I was rocky, but we made it.


We're in this for the long haul.


Or at least until my Bachelors of Science in Nursing in completed next May.  May 11th, 2011 to be exact.


"In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you." John 14:2 

Today Was A Fairytale

I had my first OB clinical today!  I was a little nervous because of the rumors I heard, but it was good.

I left my apartment at 0555.  Yes, five minutes to 6 in the morning.  And if you know me, I am not a morning person.  This is a super stretch for me.  No complaining though, it's good for getting stuff done for the day.

Clinical starts at 0630.  I got to the hospital and to the place we were to meet up at like 0615.  I was early.  Yay.  I like to be early so I don't have to run up the stairs or down the hall like a crazy.  I'm talking to the other girls, I'm reading though the day's assignments, and I realize...

I forgot my name tag!!!  And it was like 0627.  (And a girl tells me I left the interior light on in my car.)

I had to run back to the car.  And we are not talking a short little walk.  No this is going to be a run.

I push the elevator button.  It's a gosh slow elevator.  I look for the stairs to run down the 4 flights.  No where in sight.  The elevator opens. "Please, go straight to the main level without stopping," I pray.  It does.

And I'm off.  Down the hall.  Around the corner.

And who do I spot?  My fave clinical instructor from last semester.  I smile and continue my walk/run as I huff and puff down the hall, trying to say something about forgetting my name tag.

I get the name tag, and I'm back down the stairs in the parking garage, up the hall, around the corner, up the elevator, and I meet the OB teacher just as she makes it out to find me.

Take a deep breath.  Relax.  It's really gonna be okay.  At least she didn't send me home, like I've heard other teachers do.

I walk in to the room where the other students are washing their hands up to their elbows, and I'm last in line, obviously, because I was late.

Then a nurse come in and asks one of us to follow her, and she pulls on me, so I follow.  But my teacher says, "Wait, she hasn't washed her hands yet!!!"

Nurse:  "I don't care, I won't let her touch anything."

Chit chat happens, and she opens this door I'm expecting to be a closet, but it's not.

There is a lady in there seconds away from giving birth.  A crowing baby head and all.

I didn't get to get up close to the mom because I hadn't washed my hands yet. But I could see that they did an episiotomy, which I had never seen before (it looked like it hurt, or would hurt if she hadn't had an epidural) and then the baby was with the nurse that took me away with her.   She assessed the baby (which took a while) and then we left.

Off to the nursery I went.  That is where I was assigned today.  We played with a baby for a while.  Then we read our notes because there wasn't much to do.  Then the other girl went to watch a c-section.

Next, a nurse brought in a baby boy and I watched a circumcision.  I'm not sure what I think about that.

Then the c-sectioned baby was back and we did an assessment on him.  And I got to give a Vitamin K injection to the baby, and help hold the babies eyes open while the other girl squirted antibiotic ointment in them.

Eventually we bathed him, and then we were done.

Then it was 1130.

I forced my friend into eating Arby's with me.

Then back to school for a meeting with the SNA and the Red Cross, 1500 to about 1600ish.

Ran over to the writing center at like 1630 even though my appointment to meet with them was at 1800, but she let me in and I got my extra credit for going to the writing center with my paper.


Then I studied Med/Surg II with someone until 1800.


And now I am here, waiting for KWoww to finish a lovely dinner.


"Redeeming the time, because the days are evil." Ephesians 5:16

TCL #2

Potluck dinners.


Christians love potluck/crock pot/buffet type meals.


Grape jelly/chili sauce meatballs.  Pigs in a blanket.  BBQ sauce and mini hot dogs.  Potato salad.  Macaroni salad.  Fruit salad.  Spinach dip.  Coleslaw.   Pulled pork.  Macaroni and cheese.  And pretty much anything that has chicken and/or BBQ sauce.  Oh and don't forget the desserts.  Chocolate chip cookies.  Cake.  Brownies.  Cream puffs.


We apparently like to eat instead of drink our calories.

I love me some potluck dinners.


"He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love." Song of Solomon 2:4

TCL #1

I've decided to compile my own list of Things Christians Like.  I'm not copying Stuff Christians Like or Stuff White People Like.


Personalized License Plates.


For some reason the Christians I know have to let the world know who they support by getting a license plate.  Apparently it is classier than a bumper sticker.


I'm not making fun though.  I have this plate:

My Mother also has the Choose Life plate.

And my Mother put this one on my Brother's car:

And I know Christians have this one:

If not a whole special plate, they like to put Scripture verses on them, ie Pro3 5, Jhn316.

"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven." Matthew 5:16

It's Over

My favorite waxing place closed!


After driving past it this week, and trying to figure out if the lights were on or not, I just stopped by and tried to open the door.  I couldn't, because it was locked.  I looked in the window.  Nothing.  Emptiness.


What am I going to do?


I loved that place.  They had the best prices and the nicest people, even if she did almost always call me Shannon.


My friend and I would go and I would get my lip and eyebrows waxed and she would get her lip and armpits waxed.  It was bonding for us.


Anyone know of a good place to get waxed??  I'm desperate, lol.


"For your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things." Matthew 6:32