You know this movie?

Well, it’s about a woman in her 20s that, for an undercover story for the newspaper she works at, has to go back to High School for a few months. She has to endure trying to be cool again, finding somewhere to sit at lunch, and all the other fun stuff high school has to offer.

Well, although unlike Josie, I had a pretty great high school experience, I feel a little like her today. For I am, today, stepping back into the world of high school. Well, I’m actually just stepping back into the world of high school lunch, which is equally scary, but anyhoo. The High School youth pastor, Jon, has been visiting the freshmen school for lunch every Wednesday, and this week he invited me to join him. I love the freshmen girls I lead in my group, so I of course said I’d love to. But now the day is here and I feel like I’m a kid on my first day of school. What if they don’t think I’m cool in a school setting? What if they pretend they don’t see me for fear I’ll grab their friends and force them through the Romans road?

Anyway, all this is just so uncharted. So wish me luck. I’m dorkily trying to decide what to wear to seem less uncool as I step back into the world of freshmen.

So, I quietly hoped moving to a different country would cure the irrational frights I frequently experience… or at least that I could start over with a new group of people who knew less about this absurdity.

Well, of course neither did I lose nor could I hide the unexplained outbursts at the sound of fireworks, a loud voice, dropped dish, or clapped hands. Within weeks of arrival, most of my co-workers and all my roommates knew I was prone to full collapse whenever startled. Still, I was holding out hope that my students would not find out.

Here are a few of the stories:
A couple weeks ago, we were outside and I was talking to a group of mischievous 10th students, when with no warning I hear “MISS NICHOLS” from behind. I immediately fall completely forward onto my knees (on the grass, thank goodness) in my skirt and heels. After feigning concern, they just roared. I knew from that point on, there was no turning back.

So, it didn’t surprise me when a couple days ago a student came up at the end of class wanting to show me a little toy. I immediately suspected foul play and asked him to shoot it first. All the kids were encouraging me and after he showed me how, I aimed at the wall and put the toy in front of him, so if any water shot back it would be in his face. But, then to my surprise a shock went through my fingertips and on the floor I went. Again with the roaring laughter.

It really is quite the endearing quality. Everyone seems very concerned as I try to get up from falling. But, it must just be too wonderful to watch me go down, because it just keeps happening:)

IN OTHER NEWS: Meg has a baby! I’ll write more on the details, but thank you for those who prayed!

A few weekends ago my amazing friend Just Jen threw herself a big old birthday party. The theme was “white party” modeled after the huge parties P Diddy throws every year. See picture.

So, she borrowed a sweet loft with a view of the capitol (amazzzzzing,) sent out beautiful invites, and hired a DJ to provide the music for her bash. In the weeks leading up to the event, I was so excited to help her ring in her 29th in style. In the DAYS leading up to it, though. I started remembering. That I’m not particularly cool. Anyway, a handful of my other good friends would be at the party, so I knew I’d at least have a few other people to chill with.

So, the night comes. Crystal and I spend the first part of the night at a rainy football game cheering on our cousin Vince (because we’re family- and that’s how we do 🙂 ) And quick changed at McDonald’s before heading over to the party. When we got there, there were folks in white chain smoking outside the building, along with a white tutu wearing free spirit, so I knew this was the place. We hopped on the elevator to take us up to the loft(along with the free spirit,) and when we got off the elevator, a sea of white awaited us! I was at once, elated for Jen that her dream of a white party had turned out so well, and terribly awkward. Not only do Jen’s friends tend to be really eclectic and cool, but also weirdly tall? I saw a few people I knew, that I went boating with this summer, and they apparently think I’m hilarious (yeah!,) but when people say that in conversation it always makes it pretty awkward. Like, Them- “hey! good to see you! when you left, we kept talking about how great and funny you are!” Me- “Wow, thanks! it was great to hang out with you too!” but then I feel the need to like, do stand up comedy or something! They thought I was so great next time! What did I do last time to be so funny? Can I think of something like that to do now? Ahh! Anyway, I said goodbye to those friends and bee lined to my friends Katie and Byron, who were thrilled to see some friends arrive. We chatted for awhile, tried to move around the party but avoid the dance floor. After awhile, hyped up on endorphins and awkward energy, I started getting in the mood. I started telling people funny stories, engaging strangers in conversation, and doing a little bit of dancing. Apparently my sweet moves were a hit, because yesterday this picture

hit the internet. Sigh. What can I say? I love to make people laugh. I love to be around people. And things that embarrass other people- I think are awesome.
So that’s the story of the white party!

Here’s a pic of Birthday girl Jen- with her painted lace glove! She had a body painter there who painted pearl necklaces, gloves, white tattoos, etc. So cool!

YEAH! DANCE PARTY! I HAVE A NEW AWESOME JOB!!!

The answer to the post a few days ago linking to Valley Evangelical Free church’s website is… that I have accepted a full-time job there! I am thrilled to start working there this week as their Student Ministries Administrative Associate. They have basically written a job description just for me, which will include all of the design for Junior High, Senior High, and College Ministries, heading up the discipleship ministry, and various other administrative tasks. For those who don’t know, this is my DREAM JOB, doing advertising and design for a church, and being able to do hands-on ministry along with it makes it all that much better. 🙂

I’ll write later this week about the crazy, awesome journey God has brought me on these past few months, I guess right now I’m still trying to wrap my brain it. How he works things out, every little detail, to take care of us. How he answers prayers perfectly. How he loves his children so much and completes the good works he’s started in us!

God is so, so good!

Anyway, I start there this week, and am thrilled to jump in on the new adventure God has for me, at Valley Church.

Our group of PreK- 2nd graders!!

We’re back!
Actually, we’ve been back for a few weeks… we were gone from the 1st- 10th I believe, a jam-packed week and a half, full of driving, teaching, working, sleeping, and spreading the Good News.

When we got down to the Navajo reservation in NM after 20 hours of straight driving, we had a meeting at a Chinese buffet (Will’s suggestion 🙂 ) to talk about the week ahead. This mission trip was very different than other mission trips I’d been on in the past in that we had to roll with the punches in a million new ways.

We found out what groups we’d be teaching on the drive down. We got the materials for teaching when we arrived. We didn’t really know how many workers there would be until we arrived, either, so we were glad to see that small groups had come from IL and CO to help run the VBS.

All in all, though, we had 20 workers where there are normally 40-50. It was pretty insurmountable. So even from the very beginning, we were relying on God for every step. It was scary, but also awesome, relying on God this way. Trusting him for every next word to our little students. And working so hard each day with them that you fell into bed each night so exhausted, but fulfilled that you gave a good day of work to the Lord, and to his Navajo children.

I’ll write more later today- I’m late to head off to spend the day with Ruth Ann and Roman.