<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>life is a mission......</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</managingEditor><pubDate>Tue, 5 Nov 2024 18:50:36 -0800</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:category text="Education"/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>Why should I serve at English Camp?</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2012/10/why-should-i-serve-at-english-camp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2012 18:26:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-5324383857756513235</guid><description>Check out my first podcast!&amp;nbsp; It's all about a day at English Camp!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's an amazing place to be and invest your time and energy into.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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A favorite camp song is Pharoah, Pharoah!&amp;nbsp; Check out the words below!&lt;br /&gt;
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With the new an improved gadets you can now email me right from this site and ask more questions and you can translate it to your language so you can know more!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/eArgEDYKAmg/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Firewood and trails....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/firewood-and-trails.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 21:52:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-6165632794616610538</guid><description>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRc9x3Prrp20pioD-CSuVE8RApEn68_-vKKcTje6Vh8JLkQi3BZsF1B3l0rw6eDxxZvOha9k0a6UmDUCQQUetN4GMS3zacXTjSFZvV9Qg11DQKnftcX0A7qAdJyv_JLRGoP0ph_LUjbi8O/s1600/P6100694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617696551857117394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRc9x3Prrp20pioD-CSuVE8RApEn68_-vKKcTje6Vh8JLkQi3BZsF1B3l0rw6eDxxZvOha9k0a6UmDUCQQUetN4GMS3zacXTjSFZvV9Qg11DQKnftcX0A7qAdJyv_JLRGoP0ph_LUjbi8O/s320/P6100694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was walking one of the trails that we are going to use for an activity at English Camp this summer and I was just taken by the beauty of the trail, so I had to take a picture to share with you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 188px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617696564599527666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQoEJihJshbFDICV0Tw4ctq9j_Dgkl_z7HTOB96Zva84DuavZN5Az9Fj7slx0JdMc3OmZdR_PXqW-1xQdIYpbq79WnocY9h9sjsYCPFfkohuNG7CrNLXMuSFav4P4v71xO3GHrw2K7pT2/s320/P6100695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; On my walk I was reminded of how the families here acquire their firewood.  Companies cut down trees in the forest.  The trees that the company doesn't/ can't use goes up for auction.  Families go to these auctions and buy piles of the logs.  This is a picture of a couple of the piles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 303px; height: 211px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617696564676511794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisOCxynLIHZGQ4gS6cDmM-CgIqi2Fauv_GObeCymnhlPTLcxn17LgZTmjg2wGfYtfTv2US90BBmEzS9oSg7rE1fe-NkzBKWlqSylFf8e0euHBIfMdHsCiQMEq9YCqkdociQltsxnU-QYJ3/s320/P6100696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of the initals of someone who bought this pile.  Then, before winter comes, this person comes to this spot in the woods and cuts the logs and makes a pile here or takes them home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful way to use all the wood that is cut!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRc9x3Prrp20pioD-CSuVE8RApEn68_-vKKcTje6Vh8JLkQi3BZsF1B3l0rw6eDxxZvOha9k0a6UmDUCQQUetN4GMS3zacXTjSFZvV9Qg11DQKnftcX0A7qAdJyv_JLRGoP0ph_LUjbi8O/s72-c/P6100694.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Opportunities.....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/opportunities.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 21:51:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-6481451676670366308</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you know me very well at all you know that I have a hard time saying "No" if you ask me to help.... I blame my dad for that one. ;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, on top of the very busy schedule of getting ready for the summer English camps I helped out some friends. :)  I was glad to do it!  But, I thought it was blog worthy because it is very unique to this community.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, people are heading home for the summer to make connections with family, friends and supporters.  I drove 2 different families to the airport on 2 different days.  One was a very early morning run and I had to leave my house at 4:30 in the morning.  But, that's English Camp!  I'm just getting a head start!  Now that people are gone or on vacation I'm checking people's mail, watering flowers and DOG SITTING!!!  Yes, for the next 10 days I'm keeping Daisy!  She's so sweet! She does some tricks and just loves to be near you.  :)  awwww, to have a dog!  Not to mention, I'm staying at Daisy's home and it's a 5 minute walk to work instead of from my house that is a 30 min walk!  &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 322px; height: 211px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617690970481629618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6tbK7tUfmrtaEydwtwRS-Vi3ddKbzBvpj-lhabeWV5rDLwSAY_1_iXUprgR8uPG46I1LHZQissr6fOMyiSW9KFwGGZxVO8CS__0D8sfqSKMlZJLgkqMSKaUJ_uCpCVeex55afsxv1H0Q/s320/P6120700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The following picture is a container!  Growing up in La Porte this is not a strange sight for me, but I have to admit, I am more used to seeing them at the port!  LOL and not on a truck!  Well, the signifance of them here is people who have been here for a few years and either bring furniture and a lot of personal things, or they acquire them here, they will get a container to ship things home.  This is one that I helped load so that she could go home to the mid-west.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617693135284371874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAjS0Lz9OkXHD7lN39FdwogZ_xKw5BSwtxOUb_kfgmS3nsgh27-EFzmjXoQvXqZBGw8Hs618VngxHUoQcg7823VEh175RjnYM4SW1zNbeoEKGeV7UQ_HjF_S4oCgucbjcPAFn6jtac6CF/s320/P6090693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daisy's family has been here for a few years and their daughter graduated from BFA this year, so they are moving back to Texas.  They got a conatiner and they had room for my 2 very overweight bags and a small box of things that I wanted to take home.  So, most of my stuff is packed here!  I really just have clothes and my bedding still here!  So, I'll be able to come home in my one suitcase that I can check and my back pack and I won't have to pay for extra bags or overweight ones!  What a blessing!  And the best part?! (as if that wasn't good enough...)  They live in Brenham, Texas!  Yes...the Blue Bell Creamery Capital of Texas!  So, what does that mean?  I HAVE to go to Brenham to get my things!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is amazing in how He works things out.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6tbK7tUfmrtaEydwtwRS-Vi3ddKbzBvpj-lhabeWV5rDLwSAY_1_iXUprgR8uPG46I1LHZQissr6fOMyiSW9KFwGGZxVO8CS__0D8sfqSKMlZJLgkqMSKaUJ_uCpCVeex55afsxv1H0Q/s72-c/P6120700.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Ester Camp....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/ester-camp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sat, 4 Jun 2011 00:57:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-5278083501721531617</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I know it's been a while since I blogged, but I didn't realize I didn't talk about April at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, during April was Easter. Janz Team has an English Camp during the Easter holiday for German kids from 11-13 years old. It's only a week long for these campers (where in summer camp it's 10 days). These guys were at such a wonderful, cute age! The girls are taller than the boys, the boys still don't really talk to the girls..... you know.... JUNIOR HIGH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had 55 campers and 16 staff people. Most of the staff people were German people that I work with in my office building. I've worked with them all year, and I know kind of who they are, but this was a great way for me to get to know them! It's really be tremendous in building the relationships in the office. People just stop in and chat and I feel more comfortable talking to them also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At camp, that was an amazing time! Every night after chapel service we had at least one camper pray and ask Jesus into their heart! One of the activities that they could do was to memorize Bible verses (in English, German or both) and even the msot limited English speaker told us at least 1 Bible verse in English! That's what it's all about! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614272700503004898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwz24rOjJpZU5m3v6rIPEzToY4mafuz7Q6xekGcV7EY7iI33U3k5Ofm8fWDFqF6oxAg3ZnliYuwPnQXrInqc5r7NtAbQOL66khWwWOqMaZ1Ah0Qx0UgDiRDc77B_OHuG_MsKpGvph7JaL/s320/SDC10899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Charlotte. One evening after our chapel service she was sitting alone. I felt I needed to go and talk to her. I had no idea what her English level was, so sometimes I didn't always talk to the kids as much as I should have. I asked her what she was thinking about. She told me that she wanted to pray and ask Jesus into her heart, but she felt that there was darkness blocking her. We talked about that and prayed and she was a new creature in Christ!! We've kept in contact via letters and email since camp. She's an amazing new lovely young lady! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614272705307941682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe6tor1T6VIuWlEfgNH3Gz7freiAxmyU8VooS8Z5aQbdrL4x1DLhtZIBsVrKf9NNonKIsiW8iXBsnvPvHDqTUTATsBucqvIVNi8IbEvHcyYNeYWqvc3WEHmFIKKCyIY6Y2PVaZWajHUcuN/s320/SDC10941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Laura. She grew up going to camp and she is now following Christ because of English camps! She came back this year as a staff person to teach English and be a counselor. Her parents are from Budapest, so she knows Hugarian. She grew up in Germany, so she knows German. In school she has learned (and is proficient) English. She has learned French and Italian. Yes, she knows 5 languages! Her English is flawless! Our first night together as staff we sat down to have a devotional time. I had my Bible and she said, "Oh and English Bible, I've always wanted one of those!" On Saturday before we left camp I gave her my Bible. I've had it for about 7 years and it has all kinds of notes and writings in it and post it notes stuck all through it with verses that mean a lot to me. I gave it to her as is. She was crying, I was crying. It was a wonderful moment! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614272692874840354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQkL9upmNbDs2CcDpMJLgWJX2-OM6pragZE3LDtNMzBk_uyBKxS33ttLEgS-V2r2QFeiVG5lb6rLy0fVCuk5Qb4qPwPAoVfn5j49IKCsX0K6SWTImZ9vOpf_OGTBQg6IcYHTgcgPC3B_YF/s320/P1030191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the YELLOW TEAM! Being a teacher at summer camp I've never been able to be an activity team leader. Those are the people who get to have fun with the kids! I was so glad when I could at this camp. We had fun! We played baseball, capture the flag and all kinds of relay races. Fun times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614272707356188002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7o5YwyfHDBxXxFijaO156mAcNJvaByvk9xtKuFl0-NdhTwaY6GWycZjroxp7iJv_n-Z9VW0taXfr6pVSc_fqcqIfOk1ilFl9_Gwtw0moEN5KPbgJDmc_N7w-MTO8dbqbKg9xOtzG4bOCF/s320/SDC10910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a calf. ;) One afternoon during activity time we went to a dairy farm that was close by. Not only was the walk fun, but the cows were so cute! The smell wasn't....but the cows were cute. Seeing the campers interact with the cows was fun. They were trying to feed them hay and some of them would eat and some would just turn their head. I have some great pictures! This little guy was born the week we came. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Easter camp was a success! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We reached German kids for Christ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, less than 40 days before the staff arrive for this summer's camp! &lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwz24rOjJpZU5m3v6rIPEzToY4mafuz7Q6xekGcV7EY7iI33U3k5Ofm8fWDFqF6oxAg3ZnliYuwPnQXrInqc5r7NtAbQOL66khWwWOqMaZ1Ah0Qx0UgDiRDc77B_OHuG_MsKpGvph7JaL/s72-c/SDC10899.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>the knee....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/05/knee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sat, 7 May 2011 09:51:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-5093256982170278499</guid><description>About mid-March my knee was hurting so bad that I could barely walk! After fighting with it for a week I made a doctor's appointment. I was nervous about going because all I knew was my knee hurt! I didn't have an injury or anything. So, I wasn't sure what the outcome would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to the doctor's office, told them I was there, filled out papers (because it was the first time for me to be there) and waited in the waiting room. After a few minutes they called me back into the room and I waited for just a minute. The doctor came in and I told him that my knee was having pain and I had no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me to sit on the table so he could examine my knee. He poked and pulled and prodded and decided that it wasn't anything serious like a ligiment or pulled muscle or anything. SO "We make bandage for you!" Ummm, ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my instructions were: we are going to put a bandage on your knee now. You take the perscription to the pharmacy and get it filled. Then, bring the bandage from the pharmacy back here. Wear the bandage for 4 days and don't get it wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This made me appericate NOT breaking a bone in my body! This was a "soft" kind of bandage/ cast. I was able to walk, although a little slower and maybe a little more like hobbling, but I could walk. Showers were creativly different so I wouldn't get my knee/ leg wet, but I could still shower! Although, it felt like my skin was burning and the bandage was pulling it off!! My knee was feeling better. :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604018357759078194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRNH9o6cs2deglYy6pknOPY4zD49BlNoMvoncIr11qAJ6hJV0kenocYwbAESf_maPjvICOpe4R07-0PbKfcvOwRqO-Pt2lvW4DrsI6hyHQNenqHSmyvnaIC2kgs-TnKGJFWHtS_OCDH1H/s320/P3290286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the 4th day my neighbor and I went for a slow walk in the vineyard. While we were walking it started sprinkling. No big deal, right?! By the time we got back to the car we were SOAKED! Yes, my bandage was wet! I decided that I was going to take it off before I took a shower and warmed up! As I was taking it off it felt like I was peeling duct tape off my leg! The reason: my leg had broken out in an allergic reaction! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604021744639566866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhQ6fLnu5h9Yyloz_ev5pvsJNsXR8eY9_1wZHCPtIO0DCtS1b5GIfTuawRANRX9T77lcEEvvougjRNocV2CyuDsXsoHSXH0seZSLdsFZSu_3S8zXv_e7No5IsUPhW8n1QpN2_mBmA_HeK/s320/P3300289.JPG" /&gt;No wonder it felt like my skin was coming off my leg! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good news.....my knee was better!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were lots of prayers being said along with "the bandage"! God healed my knee and I've been great ever since!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRNH9o6cs2deglYy6pknOPY4zD49BlNoMvoncIr11qAJ6hJV0kenocYwbAESf_maPjvICOpe4R07-0PbKfcvOwRqO-Pt2lvW4DrsI6hyHQNenqHSmyvnaIC2kgs-TnKGJFWHtS_OCDH1H/s72-c/P3290286.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Random thoughts....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2011 14:54:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-5284520624699528338</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;Only coming to Germany for 14 months is difficult in a lot of ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes time to make the transition into living in another culture, or just moving in general. To learn where to go shopping to buy food. To learn your way around. To feel confident in "your area". Just about the time you get to that place where you can say "this is my home", it's time to move again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of buzz words in the missionary world. One of them is "transition". I almost don't like using it myself, but it's a fact of life. The first transition I had moving here was a new job. I fit in well and so it wasn't that hard. Next, the language....I'm still working on that (and there's no end in sight). Next, making new friends and living life here while keeping connected back "home".....work in progress....it's hard. Next, just taking care of myself. Next, being an active part of the community. I think I'm good with this one. Next, I'm 4 months from going back to Texas and I have to start thinking about transitioning back!!! NO! I want to live in the present! Ok, OK. My next transition is moving back to Texas, going to college, and physically moving things, getting a job, not having a car....... BUT HAVING FAITH THAT IT'S ALL UNDER CONTROL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that God has me in Germany to minister to teenagers who come to English Camp because it's fun, they get to practice their English in a way they don't get to in school, and they learn about God while doing it! It's an amazing time and unbelievable that God has entrusted ME to do this work. I'm honored that He chose me. I love my job. I love all the ministry opportunities that He has given me while I've been here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep me in your prayers that I may do what God wants me to do, and say what He wants me to say. A verse that I have leaned on in this season of my journey is Micah 6:8....act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just one picture to share with you this time. It makes me smile when I think about the awesome conversations that I've had with Danielle. :) She's from Australia and just and amazing Godly woman. The greatest lesson I've learned in the year preparing to come to Germany and my year here is: relationships with people are the most important thing. Everything else will perish, but your relationship with God and man should be our primary focus. Thank you Lord for letting me see this, now give me the strength to apply it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588886497969903906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwC5KwhX3-i8x1Wp45DizDI8HP5NBDXdSJuWyJuPnPkkTg77DmqyojVmJKAeOoDeHKDqTp-di21r1wdo6T6BLJSNg-PfN-y5eJYwPrWhsLqlhf8-Pg293HjlPnmqIRfw1cXIzN-RHs3ed/s320/P3080079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwC5KwhX3-i8x1Wp45DizDI8HP5NBDXdSJuWyJuPnPkkTg77DmqyojVmJKAeOoDeHKDqTp-di21r1wdo6T6BLJSNg-PfN-y5eJYwPrWhsLqlhf8-Pg293HjlPnmqIRfw1cXIzN-RHs3ed/s72-c/P3080079.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>English Camp...</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/03/english-camp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2011 09:03:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-114907403676376311</guid><description>I went to an English Camp near Stuttgart.  I was  teacher there.  This is the second time this year that I have been privileged enough to go.  It's always such a blessing and a great time!!!  One of the favorite past times for the camper is to play Tisch Tennis (Ping Pong) in a tournament style round.  I had never seen it played like this before.  It's very interesting to watch!  I don't think I would be able to keep up, so I just watch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw4bppdv2n1SxumRdVtNIBIcSyDQ-T8DhCfKh8NcVZLP7Sud5d8q8LRC_d5naDDwajmyrTGTZfbhAqMSPvJ6A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what they are doing is gathering around the table in a circle.  As they are hitting it back and forth as one person misses, they are out.  You keep going until there is only 1 person left!  I just love to watch it!</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A German wedding...</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/03/german-wedding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2011 08:27:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-5181691751316580044</guid><description>Last Saturday, March 19th, I got to go to a German wedding!!!  I got to know the bride through camp.  She was a camper a few years ago and then she came to Janz Team as an intern in 2009 and then this past summer (2010) I got to know her as a staff person.  She's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part a German wedding is the same as an American wedding.  They have a bride, a groom and someone talking!  LOL The major difference is they HAVE to go to "City Hall" and get married. (The civil ceremony.)  It's an option if they want to have a church wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and Pascal went on Wednesday and had their civil ceremony, but they didn't consider themselves married, so still lived at home until after the celebration on Saturday.  What a testimony to their faith and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony there was a reception (that we didn't leave until 1am!).  It included many different activities that their sister's had created.  Games for everyone to be involved in, paintings to be painted, power point presentations to be watched (of Jenny and Pascal growing up!), cake to be cut and eaten, pictures to be taken..... MOSTLY....the people just enjoyed each others company.  It was great to be able to just sit and talk to every one.  To watch others enjoy other people's company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an honor to be at their wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Jenny and Pascal for inviting me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKPw-B6X1jcxU7LuGeAgew38u7hSPA1JcAgJsonp8Ozw6XPl6hQd7PtiwRaQ5pwPfjpiNWmPkNHXa4QXBnmkWsDNM2vUebJUu8dGzi5N59fMbSR6MOfn-ZrWa7FB9p4fAgnIkqs5R6AyQ_/s1600/P3180242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKPw-B6X1jcxU7LuGeAgew38u7hSPA1JcAgJsonp8Ozw6XPl6hQd7PtiwRaQ5pwPfjpiNWmPkNHXa4QXBnmkWsDNM2vUebJUu8dGzi5N59fMbSR6MOfn-ZrWa7FB9p4fAgnIkqs5R6AyQ_/s320/P3180242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588412529334816018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes!  I hope you both have a wonderful life serving one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKPw-B6X1jcxU7LuGeAgew38u7hSPA1JcAgJsonp8Ozw6XPl6hQd7PtiwRaQ5pwPfjpiNWmPkNHXa4QXBnmkWsDNM2vUebJUu8dGzi5N59fMbSR6MOfn-ZrWa7FB9p4fAgnIkqs5R6AyQ_/s72-c/P3180242.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Visiting Texas....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/03/visiting-texas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Thu, 3 Mar 2011 10:07:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-2631967567816591282</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I've sat down to blog. Thanks for hanging in there and continuing to read. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had many opportunities to see a lot of people!  (My appologies if I didn't get to see you.  There were a few that, because of the weather, I couldn't reschedule with. :( )  It was an amazing time of seeing people.  God has blessed me with friends who have BABIES!!!!  I am "honorary Aunt" to some cuties!!!  Here's a glimpse of those who blessed me while I was home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579922819138977938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnEDcxXojHPWn3gFiEBIWr2hSXyu5T-Ef-jg7pXaAvPC9U_I-W89z_Tnqbm5weXIO62YUJ8DOkYwR6s-D8DQ2uND0fVLeK0bNxjakq9husPf3VCWYfILBSnyQ9_39SLoGhE7FzytuVcuE/s320/gabriel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Barbie and Gabriel!!!  (13 months old!)
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918875103304754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZrSTQ21ye_AyAd3S_0qGsvaPOB5Z7e0L7QAsX7GMmJx2UpCrakoeeBF6U79UaWbjOV1VN4W4I4F-A2nZ7Koftw8-wXI2WHEXJgXofER1Hx8wJkc2lmW77F0SouSp-PfJr6fflECc4YG2/s320/P2222553.JPG" /&gt;Shelly and Brooklynn!!!  (17 months old!)
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918868771224178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_N5HiGSN8F1zklDAhUNRnwEiIW72kzwm8bIQsPcEwtCSPiZDU1gIRh9tuBroiEW8QFBdHLpMKXSfRoJ2qkJYZlyviDNdnuDh-J8lyaMKbTUDmFR395jilLys-WyFCMBqaSNLwZiz1SSFa/s320/P2212537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaryn and Rylan!!! (1 month old!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rylan was born 6 1/2 weeks early because she heard that I was coming home! And she was big enough and holding her own, so she got to go home during the time I was visiting!  So, I got to see her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a marvelous time hanging out with the families of these little ones!  Then I was continually blessed by all the people I got to see!  Honestly, there are too many to list!  It's amazing how many people I saw!  One day I had breakfast with a family, lunch with a friend, shopping with another friend, supper with another family and then to my Mom's to crash for the night!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Saturday I had a gathering at Mom's for the Cleveland folks!  That was great!  People from all over came to have some German snacks and visit!  My little cuz Matthew insisted on helping clean up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918890848710850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhOblRNC-H0T9McwEgMTztTlXTkEICogitOfumT3eNunMgfwk3LB4WvyhSPUKrCDlB1zAMoBM4_Zw_9nqOOk9g8traxgSsETBycIKVobSTFNmjPVY9LoK0zmN_msilqpCJkaICYKubfYi/s320/P2192534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know, he looks just like his dad, but I don't remember his dad being so darn cute!!!  He's almost 2 and wouldn't let me go during church the next day.  It was heart warming!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 447px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918880669246354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxabf7qsaJwM8gU-p8n8O42Mte5w6J1GulUx165YlsLHGLl_Rz6T-74T5S9idL3GzcYrd5dCBJ761bOC0RdxCPsl-VMrWUdlUvxkbJJP7UlMSbEPQPzfe1nC2CIFSK9nOtz7BfHFvHYqZq/s320/P2212540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The teachers I taught with in Buffalo are amazing women!  God placed them in my life for the season of my life I needed them most!  It built bonds that are life-long.  They all sacrificed an evening and drove from all over to have supper with me the last Monday I was in Texas!  &lt;3&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The question I got most before I left was: "So, what do you miss most?"  My answer: "The sun! and (although I didn't go there much when I lived there) the beach!"  I told people in December that when I went to Texas that I was going to go to the beach while I was home!  They thought I was crazy!  "But it'll be February!"  I didn't say I was going swimming, I just said I was going to go to the beach.  :)  So, I put it on the list and the day before I left I finally made it to the beach!  Notice....no jacket! and I took my FLIP FLOPS off to stand in the water!  Yes, February in Texas!  Amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579922813352782290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gybkWvO7BA4q6wEN1YrcSrLbZsQfYLIKFUjdxYDj3dHv6cOGlt_eYMX1EtzgBiQA1iGvOKYhYRBwVTq68bOiVIECEVF0mw5humJXkHKnWfSyzQT2ajNMGB3ot5R6aQ9SiDD5ickUCv_c/s320/P2232557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I'm back on the other side of the "pond".  I was glad to be home and see everyone.  I got a lot accomplished while I was there.  I saw a lot of people.  I learned things about myself.  It was a productive trip!  BUT.....I knew it was time to come back.  I knew it wasn't for long that I was going to be there.  It's good to be back.  I have a goal ahead of me.  I'm working everyday to reach that goal....ENGLISH CAMP!!!  Besides....where else in the world can you walk home from work and see a little old lady pushing her walker down the road??!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579922824415074386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGv0yZISGbtEUoEEwC9n_otRSLv1M0xmnunz3z-qS9J2ZIQoB8LQtbCk_prN3rD81BCOIgG-XXi_07vVC7zTyVwHd3wrJzP1ZSRtKyOQVMhAkwla2dS6FD3UJSgQRwc0Ade3WaeZh2eio/s320/lady+walking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ich liebe Deutschland!!!&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1Z8rS6Y3vPEcepD9HbxDhfVwlysBp8TrohJpPrlGkm5Daha4braNRVO_TsR_nezsI20FVftv1n9GShSElVHrZTj9wGvKgcd__geB9zxKRhCcl20F1Ujx92KTusUue2yQ3S0EZl79J1iJ/s72-c/P2032532.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>thoughts.....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 09:27:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-6172255532823039198</guid><description>I'm getting ready to go to Texas to visit my friends, family and supporters.  I've been in Germany since June of 2010.  I'm closing in on being away from home for 7 months.  It's been an amazing time of growing personally in knowledge and spirit.  There are a lot of things to contemplate in returning, even for just 3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, and this may seem simple and strange, but I was talking to a friend on the phone today and she was in a store.  Sounds simple.  She was having a conversation with the cashier.  Again, simple.  It's different from my current life situation....it seemed strange!  Another one: I'm borrowing a family member's car when I come home.  They called the insurance and I don't have to be on their insurance, I just have to have their permission to drive it.  When she told me that I thought in the back of my mind, "if I get pulled over (which I don't plan to) how am I suppose to tell them that I have permission to drive it? ......thought process...... oh yeah.....ENGLISH!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know that if I'm already experiencing these things, I know that when I go "home" it will be intensified so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friends, family and supporters.....please bear with me!  During our conversations and if we go shopping our out to eat, it's going to take me some time to adjust.  And, I may throw in a German word here and there......just give me a strange look!</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Jenny.....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/jenny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Thu, 6 Jan 2011 09:27:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-1539258686373236404</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4u0MbzlvitjWxRX0IHj63KZSe9ekZfihMqKrmUXc9o_n-5ZNbL5sj0lY4C1_3CIjeLluEDK7dYiAe2wY9cwXY6k4d-EJ3IQUaIRhJ_k11jGtgQW44kJ8btOD10NtgDWdQs3gXU_dtE9x/s1600/Jenny+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559127138716997202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4u0MbzlvitjWxRX0IHj63KZSe9ekZfihMqKrmUXc9o_n-5ZNbL5sj0lY4C1_3CIjeLluEDK7dYiAe2wY9cwXY6k4d-EJ3IQUaIRhJ_k11jGtgQW44kJ8btOD10NtgDWdQs3gXU_dtE9x/s320/Jenny+and+Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenny is a friend that I made this summer.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was a camper for several years and then she came back the past two years as a staff person and did an internship with Janz Team during that time as well.   Her English is AMAZING!    Since she was around the "camp" scene before me everyone got used to calling her Jenny.  I usually go by Jennifer, but it's really hard to retrain people.  LOL  So, my name got shortened to Jenny as well.  Then, Jenny's sister told my director last summer that I was crazy so he started calling me "Crazy Jenny", which he later decided was too long and so that got shortened to "CJ".  Hence, at camp, I'm known as "CJ".  It makes it easy to sign my name!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, who is Jenny?  I got to hang out with her some this summer on a staff trip and hear more of her story.  We have more in common than our name.  :)  She told me of her possible life choices in her near future and she told me how she met her fiance and their plans.  Throughout this year Jenny and I have been able to talk on the phone a few times and we email regularly to "keep up" with each other.  She's truly a gift from God.  We can laugh.  We can talk.  We are "real" with each other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Jenny for being YOU!  You are an amazing woman of God.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~CJ&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4u0MbzlvitjWxRX0IHj63KZSe9ekZfihMqKrmUXc9o_n-5ZNbL5sj0lY4C1_3CIjeLluEDK7dYiAe2wY9cwXY6k4d-EJ3IQUaIRhJ_k11jGtgQW44kJ8btOD10NtgDWdQs3gXU_dtE9x/s72-c/Jenny+and+Me.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Berlin.....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/berlin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Thu, 6 Jan 2011 08:53:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-2778806322220136819</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For German Language School I went to Berlin, the capital of Germany. Berlin has such history. I’m awful at history, so if I get something wrong, just let me know, but this is my take on Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to see all the historical sights.&lt;br /&gt;Brandenburger Tor: the major gate that separated East and West Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559119162897752370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8Yl-bseVm-mhP7TsGZnLPLFBBjAsbZP_WgPiDjdDz0hCzG0eH8W2JCA2cpvgXRbUA6Ao1awJ5OQGHiJz7_9JdlPQdsbkkdWyyNT9hy3a7ytP-qWIq1iGu_CL2bN7odEGpLlRrgSHizj_/s320/PC212129.JPG" /&gt;The East Side Gallery: part of the wall that is still standing. I read that after the wall “came down” the people from the East decorated it with murals. Some are political, artistic or just scenic. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559119164307973090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZetLhVINzTuvnH0vbAGoHxfEu2ABCCbzBZtfkfF8lHfviTel7g1ZmUKPDIkK6Fv4CoJbr2pq1NRXLQiPuqu__3AmUNUhgkcMsPLuu37rp-ZmaSas4mVFryW3Ul646KaB8ijPFettmllm/s320/PC302235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nordbahnhof: the North train station of the U-Bahn that has the history of how people escaped from the East to the West using the U-Bahn. It was difficult and risky, but oh so worth it if you made it. While I was in there I just kept thinking about how it must have been during that dark time of history. (which wasn’t that long ago) And after I contemplated what it must have been like for those people, I thanked God that it is not like that anymore. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559119171159131298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCbjSVVec8CT2ZjNa02Kvsc8rHbNWHQIunapNRbIvIhJbliD06SeF0k0pVERbk8Wr7nwLMeoHnc88Inut-IMRyAiZYfr0ANI5URYoNTqHN8JETMu3WMioLaa4P7pZCgEHhfAi6I7Q-QCu/s320/PC302219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559119174146413474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xAdUi9ljQ6iZOzF43yLUqkTt7eOC2ve_4r8zfrCKN70SfvZeEcVLgrT3bPosDvqxShk2z6b_3Xzl7gtVg33VZVnwQ6j-5eDW9bvyF-DWFTQz-n6cUDAMPe-O9n5ut_vu2-6iBGSHxWtK/s320/PC302220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holocaust Memorial: breathtaking….. to think about all the people that were persecuted and stood up for what they believed in. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559122993033156594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5W7iRYb57VTgwBat_uhPSUemEocLvqxk5RQYfP3jq9o7UU_kTOnqVNDOZmAJsfmnHqhX6qElVCRdneMt3DaLj8KwAHUemoSMGMuiCqxCgnXxyAVMeUF-MarDn168ZJRWwLBB1VyhAesY/s320/P1022308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Juedishes Museum: what a tribute. I hope that if I had to make a choice for my beliefs I would make the one that would honor God, like the Jews did. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559119179540990018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJgcwk3bfwIdXIlkXVbqX_r3rDJ04Ns-AbgN6oKAZwHzso7NIYNzKFkzvXmAugjptV7GaNSaNS-RdSRvYyjYNqfk_AE0iZR-aW23ZtYfAFnf2f0e0_mmzmEY8PJaiIc4sRXHFpLN3jOlO/s320/PC272203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zoo: well, that’s not that “historical” but I did get to Knut the Eisbaer! Well, that’s historical! Knut grew up in the public eye and has a great personality! He was very interested in the guy’s camera and was the only bear in the water when I visited. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559122986109210274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8h7x5tIwwmbJYrqTzSWQjGy93xumY6TxuNpsoQkRWgzIOvEBPsEK3AnKjC1TA8GGW_HXh_3Px_Su6ZrJvNmHRZ6_qwA-VSV3mgGa1inVkG-WMxJbehhbLXCHt9p4EsEDnV0fxIT-h6BJz/s320/P1022260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet: I saw Hamlet auf Deutsch aber mit Shakespearen English subtitles. The acting was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Dresden: is a nearby city that Germany is still working on rebuilding. There are a lot of churches and the most famous opera house there!&lt;br /&gt;People: I learned about a family of missionaries that live in Berlin and I got to go to Christmas Eve service with them. We had songs and verses in German and English. It was a very sweet time of worship. Then, they invited me over for Silvester (New Year’s Eve). We played some games and then told each other what were thankful for in 2010 and about 11:30 we went outside and joined in the craziness of shooting fireworks. There were fireworks everywhere! And the celebration started about dark….6:00 pm! Standing on the sidewalk watching fireworks from all over was surreal. It really sounded like a war zone (what I imagine a war zone would sound like). It made me think about what life must have been like during WWII. The constant sound. I wasn’t fearful for bombs, or my life, like they would have been back then, but it was definitely thought provoking. Then, at midnight we had the “Berlin tradition” of eating a Berliner! (a jelly filled doughnut with powdered sugar) I later heard that traditionally there would be at least one for everyone and one of the doughnuts would be filled with mustard! And the person who got that one was suppose to have extra good luck for the year! (I’m good with not having extra good luck!) I was glad mine was ohne senf! Thank you Kragt family for including me in your celebrations! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559122994749702866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_iAaz2otPolmBKPDL98M1uJfbYmxpK6KL5SeYRWAFfjTZoi1mq80whPFAP4RM8SaJ2v3PaOR8oWg0WcrlBzsEBjtRXNmQGMZ6dYzW-02hV5YTXUy4sTxQX2gdYU7Qb0LASLoqU9lHSudT/s320/PC312253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one of the foreign exchange students that I met in Texas lives in Berlin! So, since I was in the city we met for an afternoon and had a great chat! She told me all about Berlin culture over kaffee und kekes! Thanks Becca for a great afternoon!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559123013139697298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcdXtPeoK7_SxcXzd-gVyRD5xCdSWi1Bf7pc-As48XEJa1lQ94JCVLXS1CC95zt2dWMDuX4ny-Gq_8HbzlNyD88IWgFTr02HEDlKDgCSBd7AxHowjFUghCPrOJUnw5vGEfpaZ_YWc-OLJ/s320/PC312254.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8Yl-bseVm-mhP7TsGZnLPLFBBjAsbZP_WgPiDjdDz0hCzG0eH8W2JCA2cpvgXRbUA6Ao1awJ5OQGHiJz7_9JdlPQdsbkkdWyyNT9hy3a7ytP-qWIq1iGu_CL2bN7odEGpLlRrgSHizj_/s72-c/PC212129.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>GLS</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/gls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Thu, 6 Jan 2011 08:38:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-4745425210577968174</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8PjzJHVc28wLmigRRnk868pcVi2xfwFYbHBgh8OmLuqLOdhlL22lPpbzxhCn6hIcGyRRegfTduCUOzfTAhv4cBn611Yy2rmUF3iU5-xFmQ0ViKZNBjajSKVm93rzB4SXKCdbWCEKBj7Hl/s1600/PC202111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559114668261430434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8PjzJHVc28wLmigRRnk868pcVi2xfwFYbHBgh8OmLuqLOdhlL22lPpbzxhCn6hIcGyRRegfTduCUOzfTAhv4cBn611Yy2rmUF3iU5-xFmQ0ViKZNBjajSKVm93rzB4SXKCdbWCEKBj7Hl/s320/PC202111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Christmas holiday I was able to go to Berlin and learn German. At: German Language School (GLS)…..creative name huh? It was a 2 week course and there were about 30 of us who came for the 2 week “Christmas Special”. We had 3 hours of class in the morning and then in the afternoon/ evening there was a suggested activity. We quickly became a gemeinschaft. On Christmas eve we all cooked a dish and then came together to eat…..it was a covered dish kind of thing! It was great! People were there from all over the world! I met people from Scotland, England, Netherlands, Spain, China, Columbia and even some Americans.  I was in the lowest level class to learn German, but it was so much fun! My teachers had a great attitude about us and our klein Deutsch! I feel that I learned a lot, but there is a LOOONNNNGGGG way for me to go. My goal is to be able to talk and relate to my campers better. At least I can now ask them (and understand) where they are from, how old they are and what their address is! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559114671714464322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVQaRaQJGcC7uZnvtHLRurA3RBy4yTt4046PCei1o4CPO02j729xpwPAWvzUFZ0g4zsX0oEh2_QavyHQlVhKI9qa7A6hPFTJ_lbnpEZfWNqaWVyurv9OpaBvnGyI0-PxnJuc0F0ZFalUU/s320/PC292216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559114677918422178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfspi16PjIom-zc_e9v0HMkhSYs3ed7ps2HyhUhJHNIt6YDbW9QdrRqSlT19ms5KiMf-8Rnn6spO1CIfpQUi-Mwio4oBGEZUFPD3I6zYgvPgUYyB_Kf7A_9jaxhHcSaMHNqJBezWXOXaS/s320/PC292217.JPG" /&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8PjzJHVc28wLmigRRnk868pcVi2xfwFYbHBgh8OmLuqLOdhlL22lPpbzxhCn6hIcGyRRegfTduCUOzfTAhv4cBn611Yy2rmUF3iU5-xFmQ0ViKZNBjajSKVm93rzB4SXKCdbWCEKBj7Hl/s72-c/PC202111.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>2010 reflection.....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-reflection_04.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Tue, 4 Jan 2011 02:40:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-7190296991471313686</guid><description>The biggest blessing that I have become aware of is the love that surrounds me.  God sent me to the other side of the world and there were people there that He had ready to love me there.  The gemeinschaft (community) that was waiting for me across the pond is amazing.  I made it a little easier to leave my familiar surroundings and people, but still took faith to know that God had everything under control.  This was the biggest blessing of my year…… to know that my friends and family back “home” loved me enough to send me and to be so warmly welcomed when I arrived in Kandern, Germany.  &lt;br /&gt;I’ve lived in Germany for six months now.  During this time I have been able to visit places near and far from where I live.  99% of my travels have been ministry related.  The 1 holiday that wasn’t “ministry” turned into a great ministry opportunity and God put people in my path every where I turned to bless me during my time in London.  Each and every place I go I look at the people there and even if they don’t look back, I pray for them.  I think of the song “Give me your eyes” by Brandon Heath and pray for the people I meet on the street, in the store, or just driving by…..the train driver.  Everyone has a story.  Being a student of people……isn’t that what God would want us to do?  Learn about the person and love them no matter the circumstances/ choices that they have chosen.  &lt;br /&gt;Walking along the streets of the cities is one of my favorite past times (when visiting a city).  Walking in the woods is my favorite when I’m in the Schwarzwald.  &lt;br /&gt;Be blessed in 2011 and appreciate the small things in life.  </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Serving a purpose....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2010/12/serving-purpose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sat, 4 Dec 2010 08:03:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-2857499919371595548</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImoxdD7isyPzc1s37bj2cUg1N5l6jokEo5w0lFyOAtx5dliKCFocm8dR-dpwEZBipTpJ8EnRIcucE9Wpp4SXqH9RE062Cav0QANE1ou-lGVUF0j_kQGD0JX1EpWTOG2l7fJvtVXsfugeU/s1600/PC031994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546858934065034946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImoxdD7isyPzc1s37bj2cUg1N5l6jokEo5w0lFyOAtx5dliKCFocm8dR-dpwEZBipTpJ8EnRIcucE9Wpp4SXqH9RE062Cav0QANE1ou-lGVUF0j_kQGD0JX1EpWTOG2l7fJvtVXsfugeU/s320/PC031994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything, everyone, has a purpose. Take this seed for example, it is made to grow on this tree and let go at the appropiate time and take flight, land some where new, and grow again.....to perpetuate the life cycle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People can be like this seed.  They can grow and hang on to the tree and not let go.  When this seed didn't let go it got covered in snow and ice.  It formed this beautiful icicle, but did it meet it's full potential?  Maybe being a seed covered with snow and ice is exactly what it was made for.....but what if it didn't let go and be a tree?  &lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImoxdD7isyPzc1s37bj2cUg1N5l6jokEo5w0lFyOAtx5dliKCFocm8dR-dpwEZBipTpJ8EnRIcucE9Wpp4SXqH9RE062Cav0QANE1ou-lGVUF0j_kQGD0JX1EpWTOG2l7fJvtVXsfugeU/s72-c/PC031994.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Paths (Continued).....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2010/12/paths-continued.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sat, 4 Dec 2010 07:34:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-4922734589990301563</guid><description>There are paths that we all go down in life.....&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstLf6Fohtyvx_94fH_1g_QnYTHWsRjlUGh7q9wtCsjHrNX-INrw53MtdpBq3EY3XnQf2zier1kgVuviW0KCu1RVBSwNDaJTkAgLanatJqkquVoducv5rEX-xarfHJ7Vj4p1t-UUplcgOp/s1600/PC021984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546851575004937010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstLf6Fohtyvx_94fH_1g_QnYTHWsRjlUGh7q9wtCsjHrNX-INrw53MtdpBq3EY3XnQf2zier1kgVuviW0KCu1RVBSwNDaJTkAgLanatJqkquVoducv5rEX-xarfHJ7Vj4p1t-UUplcgOp/s320/PC021984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes the paths are wide enough for you and your friends and family.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ev_-0rPK_HX2gGfR8TP7OJiCldCnur6n5Q_4NO0UwPbKyfdPlWttwxr-UN3Yoyrm11ddpImaHAFAsfXJIB4n8g56jMbYXIo6_mqb9MuwDAh4ngX67uiy5v9UsrUhXaiR14FCasRF4yti/s1600/PC031993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546851567115327506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ev_-0rPK_HX2gGfR8TP7OJiCldCnur6n5Q_4NO0UwPbKyfdPlWttwxr-UN3Yoyrm11ddpImaHAFAsfXJIB4n8g56jMbYXIo6_mqb9MuwDAh4ngX67uiy5v9UsrUhXaiR14FCasRF4yti/s320/PC031993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes the path is only wide enough for you...... &lt;div&gt;watch your footing.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a lamp unto our feet and light unto our path.....Thank you Lord for showing me the path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstLf6Fohtyvx_94fH_1g_QnYTHWsRjlUGh7q9wtCsjHrNX-INrw53MtdpBq3EY3XnQf2zier1kgVuviW0KCu1RVBSwNDaJTkAgLanatJqkquVoducv5rEX-xarfHJ7Vj4p1t-UUplcgOp/s72-c/PC021984.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Paths......</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2010/12/paths.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Fri, 3 Dec 2010 12:20:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-7715284307125188347</guid><description>We all walk down a path in life.  Sometimes it's a picturesque one that is "postcard" worthy.  We are walking along, going where we are suppose to be going.  &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXdui43Qy5ee_G2e9GQYa7bciKuFGTvtv5X9UE3BuhWNT1usKFlUgdESZBfIROVqU2rCeBiH-4GNwyy6hArAxLfzn0wUjD4TpasiKmvxQA39UL0ofehToZ9cQkjDEZMOYaqmyn2AipqlY/s1600/PC021984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546554158636391218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXdui43Qy5ee_G2e9GQYa7bciKuFGTvtv5X9UE3BuhWNT1usKFlUgdESZBfIROVqU2rCeBiH-4GNwyy6hArAxLfzn0wUjD4TpasiKmvxQA39UL0ofehToZ9cQkjDEZMOYaqmyn2AipqlY/s320/PC021984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are helping people, building into each other's lives, just living life.  We have a job, a car, a family that we love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, there is a limb that falls in our path.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSLyzZkHaUrPn7ViWzOUojtlCvDigDhNjNdCSXKIWMTZ3tW9ycXNaQZqqH6pUy8nsVufUzGispiKBPooHbx0wtFpxZcqNChfG98ILZV6HJjYunamSGT1M4OC5wsOTLA9mpk4ta8r5vctI/s1600/PC021985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546554149173873954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSLyzZkHaUrPn7ViWzOUojtlCvDigDhNjNdCSXKIWMTZ3tW9ycXNaQZqqH6pUy8nsVufUzGispiKBPooHbx0wtFpxZcqNChfG98ILZV6HJjYunamSGT1M4OC5wsOTLA9mpk4ta8r5vctI/s320/PC021985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first instinct is to stop, possibly turn around and find a different path.  BUT, what if there isn't another path?  We can go over the limb.....climb through the branches, having to hold down one of them as we swing our leg over it.  We can go around it, but being cautious because that is an electric fence that it has landed on.  We can't go around it on the other side, that's  a steep bank that drops into a creek.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have choices.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What choice are we going to make?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What choice am I going to make?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paths.....detours.....choices......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXdui43Qy5ee_G2e9GQYa7bciKuFGTvtv5X9UE3BuhWNT1usKFlUgdESZBfIROVqU2rCeBiH-4GNwyy6hArAxLfzn0wUjD4TpasiKmvxQA39UL0ofehToZ9cQkjDEZMOYaqmyn2AipqlY/s72-c/PC021984.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Different looking.....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2010/11/different-looking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2010 10:11:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-4046751134662182554</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has definately been a different looking few months of my life! It's been great! Listening and following God's will is definately a journey. It's not easy. It's fulfilling, but not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my personal life God has brought me so many new friends....all over the globe!!! Obviously I've made friends here in Germany that I work and live with. But back "home" I've reconnected with people......just because of where I am across the world! When I went to London I asked God to put people in my path that I could be a blessing to. On the train from the airport to the city a lady sat by me, Gloria, who was visiting family because of a funeral. She's from the Carribean! We exchanged emails. The next day, I was standing in front of Buckingham Palace and some people walked up and asked me what was going on and we started talking. Eric and Lynn are from California and they were fellow missionaries. We hung out the rest of the day and then went to see Stomp together on Sunday evening. On Saturday I took a tour bus to Windsor Castle, Stonehedge and Oxford. I made friends on the bus and while we were walking around seeing the sights. On the plane home, I sat next to a lady, Julie, who is the wife of the Ambassador to Norway. They live in Strasbourg, France and we exchanged emails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543555834778881122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHlGlfczNuJCjRMP9ZX5eO6gYB1C7-u2GmuI9efG7PsB4rUR1fF7NdZ_661ZoRUA8uPXhjTsn2qtBdu23TTLOCyI-ec_7SjT9tZqibWrQQvjMDEFLfCPqSAilRD2Vz5li2yHbiDGc4KjM/s320/PB211883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was refreshing to see that no matter where I am, God can use me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my ministry life, there are parts that are different from the ways I ministered back "home".  One of my weekly highlights is hanging out at the guy's dorm "up the hill" and helping with homework and baking goodies for snack/ birthday/ lunch.  I have a Bible study that I enjoy doing.....this is the first Bible study I've ever done. :)  And I get to visit with campers!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a language barrier when I'm visiting with campers and I want to learn more of the German language so there isn't such a huge gap of their English and my non-German language!  So, this Christmas is going to look different......I'm going to a German Language School in Berlin.  It's 2 weeks of classes and exploring the city in the evenings.  I feel that this is vital to learn the language.  Just to be able to go to the store and buy groceries you need to know the language.  When I'm talking to campers they will feel like I care more if I know some German.  Sometimes I don't know what to say to them because I don't know if they will understand what I'm saying.  By going to language school there will be less of a barrier.  I will be able to communicate with the campers better.   Afterall, I did come to Germany to minister to the campers. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543555913382605378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6SkgGPdxvntPxnrniuvUjonBEprem9QGjgp4gkl9iRfZ8tZmWa7daaDl79TS0OY6CwiW-0BKb-udHPX3bP0pO6kxefEy3RpO2ZKTbxdYqLUaf4rywPy89sfPW6t5wG4sh8mNmZ5lXe2R/s320/PB051544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep me in your prayers.  I am looking and contemplating what my next step will be in this journey of life.  I have some very different paths infront of me and I need to know which one to go down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your prayers and support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHlGlfczNuJCjRMP9ZX5eO6gYB1C7-u2GmuI9efG7PsB4rUR1fF7NdZ_661ZoRUA8uPXhjTsn2qtBdu23TTLOCyI-ec_7SjT9tZqibWrQQvjMDEFLfCPqSAilRD2Vz5li2yHbiDGc4KjM/s72-c/PB211883.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>EC Friozheim....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2010/11/ec-friozheim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 7 Nov 2010 10:19:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-3762157059062134108</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an opportunity to go to an English Camp that I was not involved in the planning phase of. I went to be a teacher. That's it, just a teacher. It was great! Some aspects were overwhelming, you know, 108 campers (teenagers) in one building, but nothing that a little sleep didn't help with. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was quite a dynamic mix of people. Kari (the person who had my job a couple of years ago and I'm still trying to fill her shoes) and I were the "experienced" teachers. :) and then there were students from a local Bible school, the Bodenseehof. There were 24 and their RA. Most of them were just out of high school or college, a big difference from the way I felt around them. It was a sweet time of getting to hear their testimonies and know the students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536882377576340210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQIeShMxrAzMtuHDlPYaEFT8xvk6cZS5bKU6yT1DysCsZjoTkMWfNy5mR0musXeX_g5lS_-ZyihOoLG_48TDaPqkooz0fw5yOBSYk2f-AGLjJPr_PRldUPkUC1a4gjl-b8V5HUIbpfhifw/s320/PB051534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then...there are the campers!!! 108 of them!!! Overwhelming because I didn't know who to talk to!!! There were so many opportunities to get to know them and ask them about their lives and where they lived and how they got there and what they were thinking about camp and what they would do when they got home....as you can see, so many things to talk about! My only hesitation sometimes is the language barrier. MOST of them are profecient in English and so that in some ways is intimadating! Wow! How can they know so much about English and I can't seem to remember what two words mean in German! I had this one camper that I would write down words that I would see during chapel time and then I would ask him what they meant. He was a very good sport about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536882364680750866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiJjbx4QVUQHJrDuc2Pwwkf1PFwmxySwYjmxgW2EoSmy8DYLS-Ef-CQgQXKccFCj2EFna6PUDzNFDxj3Sc8XXKRRmnRw14BYM8-UsCN-6xYekioDARLiaSR8GZzVM5ktP2lJ_wsLbs3cY/s320/PB021496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, when you expect to just do "one thing" and just when you think you are "sure" of what you are suppose to do....that's when God steps in and possibly opens another door. I went to camp thinking "I like camp, it's fun to get to know the campers. I like teaching. I want to see how this curriculum I've been working on is going to work." Harmless right?! Well, I left camp thinking, "is getting my Master's what God wants me to do? Bible school is college....is that the college I need to go to? If I finish camp this summer here in Kandern and do "clean up", that will end in about the time that Bible school starts. It's a 6 month program and ends at the beginning of April....then I could come back to Kandern and do camp and pre camp things for the next summer. HMMMMM, OH and I want to take a more intensive German language course. Hmmmm, where could I go for that...." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am soooo overwhelmed with possibilities and choices! I need some major direction. I'm glad that I have the next 3 days "off" to think about things and do some research. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536882372979102882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66n1fRASFPyQsDv5ktBgRmeeKD124kHgbICdlOPjfY8xsFNBRyq5NMXTIyKfz072EMaEJrZdzATvEuEuy1NJ1yn9kXuLe_-Y30Q2RIRiyXxTUdkc_i0rG1cIUce9Y5zJpiFw3RFv_QDHZ/s320/PB041497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQIeShMxrAzMtuHDlPYaEFT8xvk6cZS5bKU6yT1DysCsZjoTkMWfNy5mR0musXeX_g5lS_-ZyihOoLG_48TDaPqkooz0fw5yOBSYk2f-AGLjJPr_PRldUPkUC1a4gjl-b8V5HUIbpfhifw/s72-c/PB051534.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Klein Family....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2010/11/klein-family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 7 Nov 2010 04:16:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-7253962269913467309</guid><description>I had an amazing family open their home and heart to me. It was&lt;br /&gt;humbling to see a family in their setting. This family consists of&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Mom, Tobi, Sebastian, Esther, Jonathan and Opa and Oma were&lt;br /&gt;visiting for 4 weeks! Esther moved out of her room for Opa and Oma's&lt;br /&gt;visit and Tobi moved out of his room for me to stay there. There was&lt;br /&gt;still plenty of room in the house and MANY stairs. Lol. 4 floors and a&lt;br /&gt;basement means a LOT of stairs. I know the teenagers from English&lt;br /&gt;camp. Oma and Opa know very little English and I know ein bisschen of&lt;br /&gt;German. So. We didn't talk much, but I smiled at them and tried to&lt;br /&gt;understand what they were saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536782142473035538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UBqVOj80Ia3mKqmosoe2Uu5HI-bjd1mJWXxpCFwFIrJ48YboEkne6LzS4t39q2ckA9sRer1ulKWnLhat0hSovIQ6wDCcLIk7MhwHNkWB18kAz2aDkaUu1isDKjS305RRS5xGb_09jK38/s320/PA281384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived on Friday afternoon. We walked from the train station to&lt;br /&gt;their house through their town of Lottstetten. We chatted and caught&lt;br /&gt;up from the summer. It was a beautiful day so Tobi and Esther gave me&lt;br /&gt;a waking tour of thier village, which you can see the alps from. We&lt;br /&gt;got back to the house in time to help Oma with putting out supper.&lt;br /&gt;This evening was the typical German meal of "cold supper". Sliced&lt;br /&gt;fresh bread that Oma made and Esther sliced with a machine. A variety&lt;br /&gt;of meat and cheeses and spreads. Some bell pepper and other veggies.&lt;br /&gt;And your choosing of drink. It was a nice family time around the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536782155343579394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyrjAOtNvHmtf7fBxPfEeJ2CPtGtOtsb7joMHkcJqvgegs2lyAvVetqnxHBrCMFMyGlOoFa4XId3EUT0RawRLhbkU-wXdl13IGDgyRgDkZ0q08UNa2D1pgA5T4bbbioJ8JsqZufwSJEMb/s320/PA281391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper we cleaned up the dishes and then Tobi and Esther and I&lt;br /&gt;sat down and talked about the "perfect camp" and they gave me some&lt;br /&gt;really good ideas!!! After a couple of hours, or more, I lost track of&lt;br /&gt;time we were ready for schlof. So, we all went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning started with a family breakfast. Fresh bread again,&lt;br /&gt;but this time from a local bakery, meats, cheeses, and a hot drink (I&lt;br /&gt;chose tea). There were all kinds of marmalades to choose from, many of&lt;br /&gt;them fresh homemade! Sehr gut!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Mom, Jonathan and Oma went to the garden. It's not just out back&lt;br /&gt;behind the house, it's across the village. Most of it has already been&lt;br /&gt;harvested for the season but there were still some things they were&lt;br /&gt;doing. Plowing is next on the to do list. I worked on some of my&lt;br /&gt;German homework and then Esther and I walked to the local market and&lt;br /&gt;bought eggs for Sunday breakfast. We had to get the white ones because&lt;br /&gt;they were from a certain farm and when "they are from that farm it has&lt;br /&gt;to be the white ones." Esther bought me some gummy hearts (per Mom's&lt;br /&gt;instructions) and I found out they aren't just any kind of gummy.&lt;br /&gt;These gummies are made with fresh juice from local farmer's berries.&lt;br /&gt;How neat!!! We walked by the garden on our way back home with the&lt;br /&gt;eggs. The family was working hard. Esther and I got back to the house&lt;br /&gt;and she helped me with my homework, but she had already done her&lt;br /&gt;English so she didn't need any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family got back from the garden and it was time to BBQ. Dad fired&lt;br /&gt;up the grill and Mom and Oma got things together in the kitchen. Oma&lt;br /&gt;made this really neat meat thing. It was Romanian and for the life of&lt;br /&gt;me I can't remember what it's called, or how to pronounce it!! But&lt;br /&gt;it's different kinds of ground up meat and spices. Sehr gut!!! Then&lt;br /&gt;there was chicken wings, pork chops, some beef, French fries (both&lt;br /&gt;frozen and fresh made with potatoes from the garden) and salad (German&lt;br /&gt;salad). It was all so good!!! I tried most of everything!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536782160527122114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIRvx0u4MwOUgzwIMsaYoc0d2PtRAC0Z8DDxI_un0txmhxdOacyLhEk9XS6mjCic6aWfzbgrpw6nUYG_NYSWUzKYOpSOY0gfUbhc16ENe0aJzswQZFtLlmHSPKJhjZhOD8eH63LEVYvPI/s320/PA291392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun peeked out from behind the clouds and so Esther and Mom and I&lt;br /&gt;went to Rhinefall. It's a neat little village that is on the Rhine. We&lt;br /&gt;walked for a while along the Rhine and then through the village and&lt;br /&gt;over the fall then back down the other side of the Rhine to the car.&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful autumn day and the water fall is very magestic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536788048143672466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kN269J0FpWQNM8AVu-UdiZ6xYFmTvvKoa3hFe4vMYVlJHorKRFAtVmgRGfVS1zQkKGha1wanK7scKFMtKJbEX4AWbsI9DHzO9yUPHMmi_x7tk7-jKZv0-nm38-ixt3BHnAK-XiGpokbC/s320/PA291408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked the car in the very detached garage. I find it neat that&lt;br /&gt;here in Germany the garage is not always next to the house. Their&lt;br /&gt;garage is actually a couple of blocks away and across the main street.&lt;br /&gt;It's a big underground garage that holds probably 40 cars and you have&lt;br /&gt;to have a key to get in. In America we would never think that we could&lt;br /&gt;park our car so far away from our house! I love the minor differences&lt;br /&gt;in culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to the house and we enjoyed a cup of tea and sitting and&lt;br /&gt;chatting oh and some homemade raspberry yogurt with fresh&lt;br /&gt;raspberries!! Again..... Sehr gut!!! Then Tobi, Esther, Jonathan and I&lt;br /&gt;played games the rest of the evening while Oma and Opa and Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;visited and watched tv in the living room. We played Ligretto, which&lt;br /&gt;is a very fast game but they had mercy on me and played slow so I&lt;br /&gt;could catch on, not sure that really helped. My excuse was I'm from&lt;br /&gt;Texas and we do everything slower. Lol. Then we played Phase 10 and 6&lt;br /&gt;nimmit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting on the floor playing games with the family reality&lt;br /&gt;hit me. "I am sitting in Germany with a German family, they have&lt;br /&gt;welcomed me into their home. 5 years ago I would have said that this&lt;br /&gt;scenerio would have been impossible. I have a totally different life&lt;br /&gt;now than I did a few years ago, or ever thought I would have. I've&lt;br /&gt;never known anyone personally who went to a different country for more&lt;br /&gt;than a couple of weeks. I never thought I would ever go to another&lt;br /&gt;country and live." Sometimes there are moments that we live through&lt;br /&gt;that we know when they happen that we will never forget them. This is&lt;br /&gt;one of those moments when the realization of where I was physcially&lt;br /&gt;and who I am came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the time we were playing games, the family was taking turns&lt;br /&gt;taking a bath. Earlier in the day Dad brought up bath water in&lt;br /&gt;buckets. It's rain water that they have caught and they use mostly&lt;br /&gt;that and add a little hot water for a bath. Everyone has to have a&lt;br /&gt;bath, it's church tomorrow! And with that many people in the house,&lt;br /&gt;not everyone can take one in the morning!!! The drying rack is set up&lt;br /&gt;in the boy's room, where we are playing games, and so after they get&lt;br /&gt;finished their towel goes on the rack to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed because this weekend we turn the clocks back and get an&lt;br /&gt;extra hour in the morning!!! (that still wouldn't have been enough&lt;br /&gt;time for everyone to get a bath in the morning!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is church day. The first hour is about communion and Esther&lt;br /&gt;decided that we wouldn't go to that because I wouldn't understand it&lt;br /&gt;and I would go to sleep, she says it's boring. But we did go to the&lt;br /&gt;second hour of church. Everyone was very friendly and many of them&lt;br /&gt;spoke English, but the sermon was auf deutsch. Lol. Esther translated&lt;br /&gt;some for me, but I told her it was ok, I could just read the verse and&lt;br /&gt;listen. It was a very good passage that I needed to be reminded of.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it neat how although I didn't understand what was being said He&lt;br /&gt;still ministered to me. That just shows God's soveriegnity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we walked in a very Schnell manner back to the house. We&lt;br /&gt;passed the garage and so Dad got the car out and met us at the house.&lt;br /&gt;I said tschuess and we were off to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vilen danke Familie Klein! You are an amazing family. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536782164255997746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRua7lzPq84JzV_HW5JF-Ju7hJnE3sU06gbKc4opBpLyymx9D5zl16cyzAN9InrKDmGsrLGtKCgNsHa7FHMKGrNBzqUoapCyZ14yUdAEBp191JbCITNPVYsFBEi3clC1pytreVpX7bVF_/s320/PA301430.JPG" /&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UBqVOj80Ia3mKqmosoe2Uu5HI-bjd1mJWXxpCFwFIrJ48YboEkne6LzS4t39q2ckA9sRer1ulKWnLhat0hSovIQ6wDCcLIk7MhwHNkWB18kAz2aDkaUu1isDKjS305RRS5xGb_09jK38/s72-c/PA281384.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Zurich, Switzerland…</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2010/10/zurich-switzerland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2010 13:51:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-4074190638868971987</guid><description>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RA&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elanie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;debriefing&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; in Zurich, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;city&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;explore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;plans&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt;. Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;city&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;within&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kandern&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531718975538830562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmkb2Osd_5tmRVfsM439lcHJlL_aLSpFAEa2VkaqN2x2hrPA-_mTZZSzRyvKV8MWxnxnr13dWQZOkzggtxTq_HGEkes5F3924fmVVEYdqCoa7q78sBizIKuKgd4fvQE0jFk7NizXiSoY3/s320/PA211286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;'s a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;city&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;splendor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_79" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;culture&lt;/span&gt;. Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;breathtaking&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alps&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_83" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grossmuenster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531718449290087634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhjOuV5mAdpqxBMoaWBNYuTavIWDp0zymPtxGsKpneIeWst1nyI-CrwT3VYLS0oitxhLBeDhr1_f79LmzNsyyyOJzuTARQdLeCC2DuwSUEce-q-x8BCfFQ8HHwV-Pjyy0lKoodezE2lWST/s320/PA221307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_85" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fraumuenster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531718977310455026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gKAACypDiEIndDW7nluko9H4yVn-Iiy3XWn2os59bFs656s7Mn8Rip51JGFwPiJn0cKVt4URAs-SpHcPETGfBqutQmHAKjuFdU-aDlyMd4Gqm5InHioqRIbhTsI8tENoBGcqbSQZnsGc/s320/PA221299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_88" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_89" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_90" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_91" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cathedrals&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_92" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_93" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_94" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_95" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_96" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shone&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_97" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brightly&lt;/span&gt;!! Oh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_98" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_99" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; Lord &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_100" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_101" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_102" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reminder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_103" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_104" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_105" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_106" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_107" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531719995078532834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93tXIujgxinbDboXcvYoRAmYMe6AIjH5Vks1PxK_lBK6lpCe4CUJsTS_sOs-ZJXkLoCO_C6cqPUJc1FCbBDdjmWm6uTCSGf8LWMAqfxPIwzhOe2CWZWfvqoJp6acg2eE-zep895nREe_q/s320/PA231347.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_108" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_109" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_110" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_111" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_112" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_113" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_114" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_115" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_116" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_117" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_118" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_119" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_120" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_121" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_122" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_123" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_124" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_125" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_126" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_127" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_128" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_129" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lifelong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_130" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friendships&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_131" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_132" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_133" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_134" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_135" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_136" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_137" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_138" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_139" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;placed&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_140" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_141" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;path&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_142" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_143" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_144" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;season&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_145" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_146" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_147" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_148" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_149" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_150" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_151" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_152" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_153" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_154" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_155" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_156" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_157" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_158" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_159" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_160" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_161" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_162" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_163" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acustics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_164" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;. They not only had great voices, but great stage presence!!! We enjoyed just standing and listening!!! What a way to pay the rent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy_fDaG82xTEUr0CsOU42IdBoJylSlbAVWyBnVFyy6cN2UnUkzG8jtqo_6_pIfaPdzC2IadUfj1KC1Aytjfkg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmkb2Osd_5tmRVfsM439lcHJlL_aLSpFAEa2VkaqN2x2hrPA-_mTZZSzRyvKV8MWxnxnr13dWQZOkzggtxTq_HGEkes5F3924fmVVEYdqCoa7q78sBizIKuKgd4fvQE0jFk7NizXiSoY3/s72-c/PA211286.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Strasbourg, France....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2010/10/strasbourg-france.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2010 11:48:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-1460681862227891816</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;  Just a reminder of the way a "typical Europen" street looks!  I &lt;3 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529093910041795426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxGtgQeaNFVAwioz4uj-yjDD_f_WQg4lj8JZcFSx86R0c7FNXA4BKAxYtMGBQJEn0uHhRvkoSRRCCEBE7dcW6pTcQJKAAtvimTAMvDaVotAXbMrZp-fguzqDGh7n4f-6KwtJZg6sJwPZc/s320/IMG_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the weekend....what to do? what to do? Oh, I live in Europe for a year! Let's go to a different country!! Oh, Ok! Where do you want to go? Oh, I don't know...I heard that Strasbourg, France is nice. Oh, ok, then let's go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529093950889944242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPBUvLavakk0zHz2RDiLOsScSkmFBQ7X1IyHIuMI5vCE4eEALaysig3pbLQlEHaWi6FeoAa49KSHhQqIDMZeDiBn5golJnFV3GTN5x273LKZuTZLbLVbyw_w-EfqCKosph0mKjA5HsFhl/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so the conversation wasn't quite like that, but close! This weekend one of the RA's that is new this year and we got to meet at new staff orientation in Minneapolis, MN before we came wanted to go to Strasbourg. It's a quaint city that has a HUGE Muenster, the largest cathedral. The tour of the cathedral was really the highlight of the trip. We got to know a couple of girls who were visiting some of the local dorm parents. They rode with us and enjoyed the city as they explored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529093920765775042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDA76qnWJPhNASKbwox5eCJDpGyYmbV4cNBspQeq8iwFOYuGvixksCOiPyJ5BFFwzmBkZ6zAgI4taI1Y6Sj5Pfqf4yLGJdSbA-NxTZli59WTFMECz7t8O-0102OLc-HE3H6nN5RuI_2Tl/s320/DSC00802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, this is yet another time of God confirming that I'm taking the correct next step. I know that sounds strange....how can visiting a city in France confirm that I'm suppose to go back to Texas and get my Master's? Well, let me share. :) For the past 12 years I have lived in small country towns. I really have loved each place that I lived, even if the closest shopping was 45 minutes away. I enjoy the small town feel and knowing people and the small schools that I have taught in. Drastically different from the city. Visiting the cities I have realized that I enjoy seeing all the "touristy" things and things being close and just "city life". I like being able to walk around and see different things. So, in walking around and seeing this city, I thought of the next journey of my life and how great it will be to be back in a city.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529093930870072706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJYFSeW3LWJPSyJb6ag_vkB9Q2RQmixu7V3VMVyE2z_nnCdMnZPR0kZa69OnMPoPYOwuzezZ2Fl9_vNLXxmmqpK5K02f73nE-JKLfCzIqWoJAhSHfzC8lzDJeQ2enUzYY8AY96Ou_Yq-s/s320/DSC00845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love taking phone booth pictures!  I'm starting a new collection.....bags that say where I've been and phone booth pictures!!!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529093939156550562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLm9PA1Tg0jJNK2qy_xitSfW0RWEHADore3i_UUVMI7oYxBTTB954EDvHqDUJNL_V7JvoAGddgYmrv_fHCKv1paKXL21xWNSYM9m3WV5D4-95Svvk1V6URS962od3V6TWWCc95b8PuuYG/s320/DSC00907.JPG" /&gt;I was reminded of Centerville because of this sign.... Centre Ville!!!  yes, the center of the city!  LOL  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm continually remided and thankful that God is always showing me and confirming to me of His will for my life.....even in the seemingly mundane things, God knows how to talk to me!  It's different for each person, and I am so thankful that He knows me so well that when He speaks, I know it's Him.  &lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPBUvLavakk0zHz2RDiLOsScSkmFBQ7X1IyHIuMI5vCE4eEALaysig3pbLQlEHaWi6FeoAa49KSHhQqIDMZeDiBn5golJnFV3GTN5x273LKZuTZLbLVbyw_w-EfqCKosph0mKjA5HsFhl/s72-c/IMG_1239.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Monday nights.....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2010/10/monday-nights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2010 11:14:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-2188682995200573899</guid><description>On Monday nights I get to go to Sonne.  It's  the dorm that I have spent my summer English Camps at for the past two summers.  It's a beautiful drive "up the hill" and a wonderful time of ministry to the dorm parents and the guys that live there during the school year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a map and pictures representing where all the guys are from. Sonne is a guy's dorm and there are 21 guys here with now 3 RA's. There were only 2 until this past week, and a set of dorm parents. They all live together and they are a family during the school year, and even past graduation the memories are held dearly in their hearts. Meet the dorm....&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FjB_DXJ0PT6O2TtveFkoMzVO29z5T3FWPQHOPGHuomt3gNQ6YNjgHn9NMAcUDWcTRvx6tJaGlbjvyzYmev7GUjH4lR2EHa4NRTLqPS0I7rrpATwodH_52QWR83OdDFRfzbERFieRERMf/s1600/PA111239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529087261753460946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FjB_DXJ0PT6O2TtveFkoMzVO29z5T3FWPQHOPGHuomt3gNQ6YNjgHn9NMAcUDWcTRvx6tJaGlbjvyzYmev7GUjH4lR2EHa4NRTLqPS0I7rrpATwodH_52QWR83OdDFRfzbERFieRERMf/s320/PA111239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the dorm.... SONNE!!!!&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDAoEXzip5deHcSQZM5tHoBkE29efIc3StuUjt2WSQafr0Ja3PP-hcVNqeQwmuO1znK3UgEEyybdWsn3inDRl6RzwXILt3YhbR3qgSJQZ6HruotPxFVp_dmH-H9epVBRv2jwP95AUnIF6/s1600/Sonne+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529086765074171298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDAoEXzip5deHcSQZM5tHoBkE29efIc3StuUjt2WSQafr0Ja3PP-hcVNqeQwmuO1znK3UgEEyybdWsn3inDRl6RzwXILt3YhbR3qgSJQZ6HruotPxFVp_dmH-H9epVBRv2jwP95AUnIF6/s320/Sonne+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Schulbus on the way "up the hill". It was so full that 3 guys had to sit on the floor! There is a girl's dorm right across the street and there are a few elementary school home students on the bus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZ9Z9Nawl9c4kg00ONJvnOl9lUC7Hv6Rs3_Si9a3tgTEiFTavdvuNQ_sK67-qlyVN9ElORgFIBace5LdaqaTyopxwODme118-NwS5ptV5a6hbhjPS5JZjNt7yjFVl9fsiaPXrkAV1TMJa/s1600/PA101224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529086752458518578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZ9Z9Nawl9c4kg00ONJvnOl9lUC7Hv6Rs3_Si9a3tgTEiFTavdvuNQ_sK67-qlyVN9ElORgFIBace5LdaqaTyopxwODme118-NwS5ptV5a6hbhjPS5JZjNt7yjFVl9fsiaPXrkAV1TMJa/s320/PA101224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there are a few pieces of snack left (some pizza bagel things) and there aren't enough for all of them to have more. What is the best way to figure out who gets more? PAPER, ROCK, SCISSORS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMdQvUuBhm3b1_gpCZbeLOM_HqAPxXsw-vokIB883MJMxC0vlwknAHMaK8Jg_kIYs0st4esUKYhXuGBMfFtYlDOmoHLiwE1KZ2VigENvgnyhI2tlu-9v8RkffTYESqjRzPp48O6NrgrSWo/s1600/PA101225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529086727934581858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMdQvUuBhm3b1_gpCZbeLOM_HqAPxXsw-vokIB883MJMxC0vlwknAHMaK8Jg_kIYs0st4esUKYhXuGBMfFtYlDOmoHLiwE1KZ2VigENvgnyhI2tlu-9v8RkffTYESqjRzPp48O6NrgrSWo/s320/PA101225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the guys were hungry and so they are making some noodles to pass the time between snack and supper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquHJcXpvOcqN1DRnn9bp2hQ6PZXT69D8pupdj7jpWm2w6UZrSUrztJNIgH4dO3QPU1sACiyk1aM-2t5MYwd7XoqdcGO6s5x1NjF1GoMm1cIPVk10mCSUiP67-kc6BNuWS0j2BuWThx1TQ/s1600/PA101226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529086716841104690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquHJcXpvOcqN1DRnn9bp2hQ6PZXT69D8pupdj7jpWm2w6UZrSUrztJNIgH4dO3QPU1sACiyk1aM-2t5MYwd7XoqdcGO6s5x1NjF1GoMm1cIPVk10mCSUiP67-kc6BNuWS0j2BuWThx1TQ/s320/PA101226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the soup that the guys made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRDI8H2Cvl7cELhpm4z7mc3KypIeDISbpZ4KP6qsDzUlXsPeFVdCga0zxzkGozJhyphenhyphenawcoGtF2r5VV2WbKi_kQMQjrSeG5kEwUzQALNlgoSFIcZMWWn6ypf1Wv4Tk09jF7w2JdVVvOyLQu/s1600/PA101228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529086710179006898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRDI8H2Cvl7cELhpm4z7mc3KypIeDISbpZ4KP6qsDzUlXsPeFVdCga0zxzkGozJhyphenhyphenawcoGtF2r5VV2WbKi_kQMQjrSeG5kEwUzQALNlgoSFIcZMWWn6ypf1Wv4Tk09jF7w2JdVVvOyLQu/s320/PA101228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the guys...doing guy things....waiting on supper to arrive....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFynT-AXewQeiZ7y-qXqst4cLZkybuxYwHfp-6jdF-zzk3Qv_v9uIT4tZimZyX-77jHs9Ln5NAl40CCheSx71YV2lfhVm7qpHGyLX2bFWjA150ii4I8p_6AJP6-z9aJxA_OSNEIryTXDdv/s1600/PA101230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529083635968008962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFynT-AXewQeiZ7y-qXqst4cLZkybuxYwHfp-6jdF-zzk3Qv_v9uIT4tZimZyX-77jHs9Ln5NAl40CCheSx71YV2lfhVm7qpHGyLX2bFWjA150ii4I8p_6AJP6-z9aJxA_OSNEIryTXDdv/s320/PA101230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A central kitchen cooks supper Monday- Friday and the food is "brought up the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQUBabzbPy05kI5HY6njVKPNVGdgg9E7aPC8DCAgjVSmqIxmqY_eop5fXFBXk_EhchuShvKxTyLHkXTjfNyl2ZgU0ICNIPPQvGBu-C6vEBz1yUij6PJfgHD-OAAYiZhsd1fdjdp_9yZP-/s1600/PA101231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529083616622046962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQUBabzbPy05kI5HY6njVKPNVGdgg9E7aPC8DCAgjVSmqIxmqY_eop5fXFBXk_EhchuShvKxTyLHkXTjfNyl2ZgU0ICNIPPQvGBu-C6vEBz1yUij6PJfgHD-OAAYiZhsd1fdjdp_9yZP-/s320/PA101231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our yummy pan of hot food that arrived. It is chicken, rice, and lots of other goodies in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvaGpMqxbQb_ZtrRp64uJeh6nFEPCD1QcP0TMT7u1TA5GvI43b92MGtVLFo0j-eoOiDzN3vIWJcX0xB1xXKskyCQfVo5sC0YulSCCCNHxtiKuJ-s0ENIOD4uJEpI_dUOd4JMoZ3fZeMNy/s1600/PA101232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529083604320253842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvaGpMqxbQb_ZtrRp64uJeh6nFEPCD1QcP0TMT7u1TA5GvI43b92MGtVLFo0j-eoOiDzN3vIWJcX0xB1xXKskyCQfVo5sC0YulSCCCNHxtiKuJ-s0ENIOD4uJEpI_dUOd4JMoZ3fZeMNy/s320/PA101232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is hot when it arrives, so Marty does his best at getting out the big pans of hot food....these are his "built in oven mits"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYcyE_uiBqnJLb8g4dPUhwaDCimRYz4KLT_HU_Zkff7kcnSOn-ov5nLZQUr1AxSgdIBXXFqOkY0M3UPDEc-oUMUCH9fQVN3gG-B5z1KmsPMS-846rxM4Hud39P1HjpJWSgZZ6crx2XREG/s1600/PA101234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529083594294566674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYcyE_uiBqnJLb8g4dPUhwaDCimRYz4KLT_HU_Zkff7kcnSOn-ov5nLZQUr1AxSgdIBXXFqOkY0M3UPDEc-oUMUCH9fQVN3gG-B5z1KmsPMS-846rxM4Hud39P1HjpJWSgZZ6crx2XREG/s320/PA101234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg does such a great job setting the table each day! Such care and attention to detail! Good job Greg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYR__Ir7Xhyphenhyphen0dYdOiP43B4Cpu3-BinxsMUkG8F3MUk26-0runHfOAp4zQkCPjvZn071vNJ6TCj3ZwgLVvqTE2HTw5HA0f7XdmzVxYruRbrA1eQHu1yZIIy8R8Hj6SKZmFVih8eqi57Wad/s1600/PA101235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529083581951222098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYR__Ir7Xhyphenhyphen0dYdOiP43B4Cpu3-BinxsMUkG8F3MUk26-0runHfOAp4zQkCPjvZn071vNJ6TCj3ZwgLVvqTE2HTw5HA0f7XdmzVxYruRbrA1eQHu1yZIIy8R8Hj6SKZmFVih8eqi57Wad/s320/PA101235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peek at the dish pit in action! They have way too much fun doing dishes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3DUi64ZOl5UuKhnO_MYZrCAYMNYaVkJZbovb7-4r3KJ-vB89VHMZTPf7MfUaUcKwEhU-B4m_IFDp2G8jOtK4sAM_GSHLLtgb5pcHeKu4Cd462NoMxPY3DO6c06eKkFqhtXifZKoTHR7b/s1600/PA101236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529081291128373682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3DUi64ZOl5UuKhnO_MYZrCAYMNYaVkJZbovb7-4r3KJ-vB89VHMZTPf7MfUaUcKwEhU-B4m_IFDp2G8jOtK4sAM_GSHLLtgb5pcHeKu4Cd462NoMxPY3DO6c06eKkFqhtXifZKoTHR7b/s320/PA101236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pots and pans crew! What a lovely job they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuOblGTbcuC783LH9JPjvoyuNBnyZasmwZr5bM36lq-VJhhr7awM27WHpTo8gZvfn2JbpE0NALiuM3ckscg1qmpnNA8rLKtuiSYk7ikQ9LLbICAi9PFZKSHrpUO_G4so_xNhNnw00c9Gv/s1600/PA101237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529081268492664850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuOblGTbcuC783LH9JPjvoyuNBnyZasmwZr5bM36lq-VJhhr7awM27WHpTo8gZvfn2JbpE0NALiuM3ckscg1qmpnNA8rLKtuiSYk7ikQ9LLbICAi9PFZKSHrpUO_G4so_xNhNnw00c9Gv/s320/PA101237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the guys doing the supper dishes! All their hard work of dishwashing is paying off....LOOK at those piles of clean dishes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ay45pjtjzBWwQsSOnsKUsaHuzInog7sRhnNo9QDkOCobKNXVuxt2-WCirAbDFsmSR_vXMhrnEOg6KhMMoCqHnWyCvWdkrYmoQLy5NZd1ctmkcfNZjKNJMHTfTnjg6gsUzm64ksE-qnCJ/s1600/PA111238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529081262027112626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ay45pjtjzBWwQsSOnsKUsaHuzInog7sRhnNo9QDkOCobKNXVuxt2-WCirAbDFsmSR_vXMhrnEOg6KhMMoCqHnWyCvWdkrYmoQLy5NZd1ctmkcfNZjKNJMHTfTnjg6gsUzm64ksE-qnCJ/s320/PA111238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a brownie for John's "unbirthday". Sometimes for the actual birthday not all the staff is around, so they wait until a day when everyone can be there. I made the brownie on Monday night so the guys could enjoy it on Tuesday. They sent me a piece later in the week and it was YUMM-O!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDWmuLQ_zwtWYGHPaQ_-_e0Z0CjztXoOa6cFQwRy5mTHERGcvEcEAMow7ijoVwsRfj8OKeuqvukfyExLuvoc3561dY79iJa_CH8kDfX9Aw_NIcgPMH_I9kxDt5X5PEnxrGAKmMNCtdiQql/s1600/PA111242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529081253861240642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDWmuLQ_zwtWYGHPaQ_-_e0Z0CjztXoOa6cFQwRy5mTHERGcvEcEAMow7ijoVwsRfj8OKeuqvukfyExLuvoc3561dY79iJa_CH8kDfX9Aw_NIcgPMH_I9kxDt5X5PEnxrGAKmMNCtdiQql/s320/PA111242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does it suprise you that a lot of my evening revolves around food? I mean, I am at a guys' dorm! It's been such a great way for me to get to know some of the students. I'm not at the school doing activities with the students, so I enjoy hanging out and chatting with the guys. Marty and Debbie Shilling are the dorm parents and they are so inviting! They are such great parents! The guys know what is expected of them and they respect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FjB_DXJ0PT6O2TtveFkoMzVO29z5T3FWPQHOPGHuomt3gNQ6YNjgHn9NMAcUDWcTRvx6tJaGlbjvyzYmev7GUjH4lR2EHa4NRTLqPS0I7rrpATwodH_52QWR83OdDFRfzbERFieRERMf/s72-c/PA111239.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>a confirming walk....</title><link>http://jennifer-lifeisamission.blogspot.com/2010/10/confirming-walk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 10 Oct 2010 12:20:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167039980476078278.post-2037324042040453688</guid><description>I went for an evening walk.  I was walking on a new trail and just enjoying the scenery.  When I walk I listen to my ipod and sing along or talk to God.  There have been some amazing conversations here in the Black Forest.  Tonight, like many other, I was chatting with the Creator.  During the past month I have been seeking what I should do next, the step of my journey after my year here in Germany.   I feel that God is leading me back to college.  Since being a teacher I have always been intrigued by the school counseling career.  I took a couple of classes the second year I was out of school and teaching, but life changed and I haven't gotten back into the courses.  So, my first feeling was that I was to go back to school.  I didn't know where that would be.  I kept seeking and asking.  I looked at a lot of different places and kept knocking and kept seeking.  I know that I will have to take the GRE, so I ordered the study guide from Amazon and I'm having it delievered to me here in Germany so when I come home in late February I can take it.  I can even sign up to take it online!  This was one of the first steps of faith that I took in the next journey.  Just ordering the book.  ~we walk by faith and not by sight~ Then, I made a chart.....I know, I know.....of all the qualities I was looking for in a place to live and all the places I felt I had to choose from.  The places were: College Station, Hunstville, Houston, Clear Lake and The Woodlands.  All of these places had to be near a college and have public transportation (those were just two of my qualifications).  After looking at all of the places and the things I saw as important factors for life, Clear Lake was the clear "winner".  So, I applied to University of Houston, Clear Lake over the internet this weekend.  AGAIN ~we walk by faith and not by sight~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was the back story to why this walk tonight was such an amazing walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking along, talking to God and asking for a conformation that I am taking the right step.  I am a human and when I need to know that I'm doing something and following God's plan for my life I ask for something confirming to happen.  Now, I figured I would get an email or something, but no....I'm in the woods and I get to a clearing.  [let me set the stage for you]  There is this perfect meadow at the top of this hill.  An opening.  It has this perfect tree in it.  Just one tree in the middle.  And then there is a line of trees to the left, an opening and more trees on the right.  There is a level of rolling hills.  Then, behind those there is another level of rolling hills.  Then, some mountains in the back of that.  And right there in the crease of where the hills collide, is a sliver of the moon.  It's a pinkish sliver.  Just hanging there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how to speak to me.  He knows that the moon is a speaking tool for me.  He has used it so many times to confirm that He is always there and so for it to be such a distinct moon at this particular moment, I knew He had hung it in the sky to answer my prayer.  Now I didn't expect to have my prayer answered at that moment, but I was thankful that it was.  I stopped in that perfect meadow and listened to the song "God Speaking" by Mandisa.  The words are so perfect.  {Who knows how He'll get a hold of us? Get our attention and prove He is enough.  He'll do and He'll use whatever He wants to.  To tell us, I love you!}  That is definately what I felt tonight.  I was standing on a hill in the middle of the Black Forest in Germany, it was dark, and I was standing there: admiring my Creator and thanking Him for speaking to me through His creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEGtIs8tnZN9PsADrOVykH7whlkOKW32zFmou3rsJn19fHm9GN6AT6nT-EnOGvUt2-JESYD1ns5BB1_42t5K3Ad9zFnQn8X7rkynvgsMIv-NiGIaoc4SE_EtynduSxFhhhjHu_txFM81f/s1600/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526499694137208642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEGtIs8tnZN9PsADrOVykH7whlkOKW32zFmou3rsJn19fHm9GN6AT6nT-EnOGvUt2-JESYD1ns5BB1_42t5K3Ad9zFnQn8X7rkynvgsMIv-NiGIaoc4SE_EtynduSxFhhhjHu_txFM81f/s320/moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't have my camera, but I did have my ipod, so this is the best picture I could get.  The little pinkish dot is the moon.  And amazingly  enough, after I decided that it was getting really dark and I should get home, the moon disappeared.  It was only there for a short time.  Just another miracle to show me that He loves me and He was answering me.  ~we walk by faith and not by sight~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for confirmations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEGtIs8tnZN9PsADrOVykH7whlkOKW32zFmou3rsJn19fHm9GN6AT6nT-EnOGvUt2-JESYD1ns5BB1_42t5K3Ad9zFnQn8X7rkynvgsMIv-NiGIaoc4SE_EtynduSxFhhhjHu_txFM81f/s72-c/moon.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>