picking out a carriage

On October 20, some friends and I "kidnapped" Kim to celebrate her birthday. The highlight of the day was the two hours we spend at Waldvogel's Farm enjoying hayrides, a pumpkin patch, and a cornmaze. It was fun to act like . . . little kids.

Turkies, Ghosts, & Witches, Oh My!

Waldvogel's had a plethera of plywood facades for kids (and kids at heart) to pose behind and place their faces in. There were witches (or, rather, you could be in the withes' brew), ghosts, the gothic farmers, a prize-winning turkey, and more. You would never had known that we were nine college age girls. There was also a . . . very interesting prop that we all enjoyed the most--a false outhouse. We all laughed as we tried to top each other for the funniest picture (I think I won!).

Haunted Grainery from Bed Rock

Creaky floors, butcher's knives, and amputated arms and legs engulfed in a heavy, black darkness. Nine girls entered the haunted grainery arm-in-arm not knowing what to expect. . .

Just kidding--it really wasn't that scary, except for not knowing where the walls would be. Michelle seemed to find the corner of every wall in the grainery as we felt our way through in the darkness. Bekah, Kim, and Kris did show aprehensiveness on wanting to enter the haunted house.

For a reason which none of us can explain, Fred and Barney were standing outside of the grainery. It did not bother us too much, for we all posed with our childhood friends from Bed Rock. Weird, but fun.

Picking Out a Carriage

We spent the most time at the farm's pumpkin patch. We were able to enjoy a hayride out the the patch; then, we were able to pick our pumpkins to our choosing. Michelle searched for the perfect pumpkins to give to her roommates, Bekah chose small gourds that she could give to her Sunday School class, Sarah looked for "Squishy", and Robyn chose some squash that she could cook. I did not care to buy a pumpkin, gourd, or squash, but it was fun to wander around the patch with the girls. Almost immediately I found a pumpkin that came right out of Cinderella--it was the perfect carriage pumpkin! It was so much fun! I haven't been to a pumpkin patch since first or second grade--I really enjoyed myself & laughed at everyone else as they meticulously judged each pumpkin.

Corn Maze

The most beautiful time of the evening was spent as we wandered through Waldvogel's corn maze. Yes, we went in circles, but it was fun to spend time joking and laughing with each other. It was my first corn maze and I enjoyed every minute of being lost and being "rained on" by corn kernels. We truly believed we accomplished a great task when we exited the corn from a different path than we entered.

The twilight seemed to call us back to the dorm, lest the spell of the day be broken. After two hours of pumpkins, haunted houses, and corn mazes we were all ready to head back & enjoy sweets, pizza, pop, and a movie.

It was a perfect end to a perfect day.

feast of fools

Spirit Week! The one time of the year that it is not only acceptable, but also encouraged to dress as crazy as possible. In a way, I suppose it is our Feast of Fools (or at least our Festival of Fools)--we are crazy students relishing in the opportunity to be. . . CRAZY. Spirit week at Maranatha was different compared to high school. Yes, there were still students who refused to participate. (Oddly enough, they are usually the ones that look out of place.) But on the whole, the excitement of this past week surpassed any of my previous spirit week experiences. It was fun to relax and have fun. On the whole, it made classes a little more exciting than usual--if you got bored, just look around the room and you were sure to be entertained. Monday was Home State Day--Go Missouri! It was fun to see who was from what state. I myself have friends from Colorado, Wisconsin, Tennessee, and Alaska. It was also disappointing to see a certain Missouri friend walking around in a PACKERS shirt!

Tuesday was Out of Date Day. Originally it was going to be 1920s day, but seeing the impracticallity of this, the day was changed. The girls in my room and others donned colored tights, socks scrunched over our tennis shoes, outrageous tanks over Ts, and completed our outfit with side ponytails complete with a scrunchie. Welcome to the '90s!
Wednesday was Patriotic Day Sadly, I only have one picture--in the business of school, work, and church, we all changed before grabbing a photo :(. But I must say, Jarid and Tim make a great hanging flag.
Thursday: Blue & Gold Day--Go MBBC Crusaders! This, I must admit was the easiest day to get dressed for. School spirit was visible everywhere as nearly every student donned blue & gold for the day.
Friday: Class Color Day-- Go FRESHMAN! Those of you who know me know that I would prefer NOT to wear pink (especially to the extent that I did on Friday). However, I and 230+ freshman made ourselves "pretty in pink". Jarid and the sophomores made a mountain of green across the gym from the freshman, juniors were a crazy bunch bathed in red, and the seniors decked out in black & blue.

Though I may have looked foolish (especially to the visiting volleyball team who didn't realize it was MBBC's spirit week), I truly enjoyed being part of the Crusader spirit.

poor unfortunate soul

Have you ever something bad happen, that though it was bad, it was REALLY funny? I had one of those today. I seem to have a gift of having humorous, yet not-so-very-good things. I guess you could classify me as one of Ursela's "Poor Unfortunate Souls". I tend to get chocolate ice cream on every green shirt I own, without being completely sure how it got there. Or, spilling my orange juice not only all over myself, Sarah, and the table, but also on the "emergency exit" stairs at the back of the dining common (As of Monday, there was still a visible sticky spot on the stairs). Today, the worst thing happened. It's really not that funny, but it made me "laugh quietly to myself". My computer died. Yes, DIED. It turned itself off last night & has refused to turn back on. I didn't even get the "blue screen of death". Sad, isn't it. But the thing is . . . I laughed really hard when it happened. C'est la vive'.

I find it as an opportunity to see the Lord work. Don't laugh or look at me skeptically! Romans 8:28 says, "And we know that ALL things work together for good . . ." Yes, it is somewhat of an inconvienience to go to the computer labs to work on papers or e-mail or blog (especially seeing that I live in the furthest dorm on campus), but I know that God has a purpose. I can't wait to see what good thing God can bring from a humorous trial like a computer dying.

a whole new world

College. A hundred thoughts came rushing into my head every time I thought about Maranatha & what God had planned for me at college. What was I to expect--college is a whole new world compared to what I was used to. Would I be able to handle the classes (& the projects that came along with them)? What would my roommates be like? Would I be able to get along with them? Would I make any close friends of my own, or would I forever be known as "Jarid's little sister"? How was I going to pay my bill?

Now that I have been at college for about a month, I can dimly see God's purpose for me. I know that I am supposed to be attending Maranatha. My classes are not difficult, but challenging. I have an abundance of friends of my own, plus several of Jarid's, who appreciate me for me. God has blessed me with the coolest job on campus--yearbook & publications. What more could I want? My official & unofficial roommates have been such a blessing to me--with them I can laugh (& honk), relax, share a serious thought, debate, or just listen.

The Lord has answered my prayer in every area, and I know that He has many more marvelous things planned for me in this whole new world of college.

once upon a time...

The Lord blessed me by putting me into a Christian home with a strong Christian heritage. Though church was mandatory Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night, I loved going to church and hearing stories from the Bible. Church was always exciting to me and I couldn't wait to spend time with my family and friends. It wasn't until I was eight years old that I truly realized the importance of church. I wasn't there to spend time with friends, sing songs, and hear Bible stories--the church is a gathering of believers, coming to worship the Christ who saved them.

In November of 1996, I went to mother, deeply troubled that I was going to hell if I died. Wisely, my mother changed the topic to see how important salvation was to me. I forgot for a while, but came back to her later. She encouraged me to think about it, and, if I truly wanted to be saved to come to her again. I thought about it for a month. Finally, one week after my eighth birthday on December 17, 1996, I went to my mother and she led me to the Lord. On that day, I became a true princess in God's kingdom.

I don't always do what I know to be right, but I do want the Lord to have complete control over every area in my life. I've surrendered the throne of my life to Him. He is the saviour of my soul and I owe Him everything. My goal is to live a life that points others to Him and I am willing to do whatever he asks of me.