thirteen days (and I don't mean the movie)
Last night, the campus group had worship and communion at the chapel. Usually on Wednesday nights, we're (I suppose "they're" is slightly more accurate, but I'll say "we're" for another couple of weeks) in the basement, but last night, we went upstairs to the sanctuary. Candles, singing to guitar music, much Scripture, and prayer--large group, small group, and individual--followed by communion. I loved it. I know that I don't need fancy trappings or stained glass windows to worship God; I can worship Him no matter where I am. But it was still beautiful.
Afterwards, Christine came over for a while, and then after that, I talked to Melissa on the phone. Yay friends.
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To be slightly less deep, I have over 830 books in my room at my parents' house. Keep in mind, this is a very small room. (Brandi once told me I lived in a large closet. The sad thing is, that's pretty accurate. I'm sure that there are houses with closets larger than my room. Which does not have a closet, just pegs on the wall. But it does have an ironing board cupboard built into the wall.) This is not counting the 40+ books I have here in EL, or all my books that are scattered over the rest of my parents' house. I own a lot of books.
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To continue on in not being deep, I made my first written packing list for the Peace Corps yesterday. It looks both like a lot of stuff and like not much at all.
Then I went shopping at the mall and found a pair of jeans (all of mine were too big, too small, or worn out), dark blue dress slacks, and a very cute knee-length navy blue skirt for $10. (Yes, I said knee-length. Not ankle length. Meg, you should be proud of me.) I still need to buy long underwear, heavy tights, and shoes, and then the clothing situation will be all set. Plus I want to make myself a pair of pajama pants (I've had the fabric for over a year now but haven't done it yet.)
Afterwards, Christine came over for a while, and then after that, I talked to Melissa on the phone. Yay friends.
~*~
To be slightly less deep, I have over 830 books in my room at my parents' house. Keep in mind, this is a very small room. (Brandi once told me I lived in a large closet. The sad thing is, that's pretty accurate. I'm sure that there are houses with closets larger than my room. Which does not have a closet, just pegs on the wall. But it does have an ironing board cupboard built into the wall.) This is not counting the 40+ books I have here in EL, or all my books that are scattered over the rest of my parents' house. I own a lot of books.
~*~
To continue on in not being deep, I made my first written packing list for the Peace Corps yesterday. It looks both like a lot of stuff and like not much at all.
Then I went shopping at the mall and found a pair of jeans (all of mine were too big, too small, or worn out), dark blue dress slacks, and a very cute knee-length navy blue skirt for $10. (Yes, I said knee-length. Not ankle length. Meg, you should be proud of me.) I still need to buy long underwear, heavy tights, and shoes, and then the clothing situation will be all set. Plus I want to make myself a pair of pajama pants (I've had the fabric for over a year now but haven't done it yet.)