Saturday, June 23, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
jumble.
Thanks to my sista friend, Sarah, I have been introduced to a magically eargasmic band called Imagine Dragons. CHECK IT.
Holy cow...I'm speechless, how 'bout yourself? Did you just have an out-of-body experience? I sure as heck did.
On a complete tangent, there is this thing called Summer Staff. At Young Life camps, they take volunteers for about 3-4 weeks to do specific activities such as a horse wranger. I WANT TO BE A HORSE WRANGER. I visited Lost Canyon in Williams about a month ago and could feel God tugging at my heart strings to apply for summer staff.
I had a chit chat with the horse wranger intern and they were looking for a horse wranger 3rd session....helloooooo that'd be me. However, the hanger is that it is for a male position, so I proposed that we just keep my sex a little secret and they will think I'm a dude anyway. Yeah, did not work people.
This is me as a horse wrangler and a brunette, yep.
I have been praying it up to Jesus every single day and just asking that His will be done. It's crazy the strength I felt that He was pointing me towards Lost Canyon, but I was put on the waiting list. I'm trying hard to not get antsy, because it is possible that someone could drop out. I know that if the Lord wants me at LC, He will make it happen, so I need to continue to put my trust in Him.
"And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him." Hebrews 11:6
Holy cow...I'm speechless, how 'bout yourself? Did you just have an out-of-body experience? I sure as heck did.
On a complete tangent, there is this thing called Summer Staff. At Young Life camps, they take volunteers for about 3-4 weeks to do specific activities such as a horse wranger. I WANT TO BE A HORSE WRANGER. I visited Lost Canyon in Williams about a month ago and could feel God tugging at my heart strings to apply for summer staff.
I had a chit chat with the horse wranger intern and they were looking for a horse wranger 3rd session....helloooooo that'd be me. However, the hanger is that it is for a male position, so I proposed that we just keep my sex a little secret and they will think I'm a dude anyway. Yeah, did not work people.
This is me as a horse wrangler and a brunette, yep.
I have been praying it up to Jesus every single day and just asking that His will be done. It's crazy the strength I felt that He was pointing me towards Lost Canyon, but I was put on the waiting list. I'm trying hard to not get antsy, because it is possible that someone could drop out. I know that if the Lord wants me at LC, He will make it happen, so I need to continue to put my trust in Him.
"And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him." Hebrews 11:6
Thursday, June 21, 2012
just one of those days.
God showed me a lot today. Above all else, He asks us to love Him with all our heart and soul but to also love our neighbors. I work at an insurance agency (two things I'm disabled at: computers and insurance...saweet) and when I came to work today, one of the receptionist was crying because she was just told she was going to be a grandmother. Overcome with joy for her, I screamed with excitement, and gave her a bear hug. By the way...hugs are the best. they make everything better. I freaking love giving and receiving hugs. Day and night, hugs. Rain or shine, hugs.
Later on in the day I was in the back writing addresses on envelopes and producing massive amounts of blisters, the receptionist came back and snuck her head around the door. "Thank you so much for being so nice to me and giving me a hug. No one is ever that nice to me, that meant a lot. Thanks again." My heart stopped. Just a simple hug and excitement for this beautiful woman completely made her day. I chose to love on her and show her Christ's love and look how it made her feel: special.
The Lord has just shown me and challenged me to love others like a crazy lady. Challenge accepted.
The Big Man was on a role today in my life. He constantly reminded me today that He knows me better than I know myself and with that I need to trust Him. Not trust in Him with my job or my family, but with EVERYTHING. He sees the bigger picture and knows not what is good for me, but what is the very best for me. Jesus has been whispering in my ear, "Spence...I've got you. Let go and let me take control. I appreciate the effort but I don't need your help. Continue to run after me full throttle and I will show you what to do." Jesus is seriously the coolest.
Later on in the day I was in the back writing addresses on envelopes and producing massive amounts of blisters, the receptionist came back and snuck her head around the door. "Thank you so much for being so nice to me and giving me a hug. No one is ever that nice to me, that meant a lot. Thanks again." My heart stopped. Just a simple hug and excitement for this beautiful woman completely made her day. I chose to love on her and show her Christ's love and look how it made her feel: special.
The Lord has just shown me and challenged me to love others like a crazy lady. Challenge accepted.
The Big Man was on a role today in my life. He constantly reminded me today that He knows me better than I know myself and with that I need to trust Him. Not trust in Him with my job or my family, but with EVERYTHING. He sees the bigger picture and knows not what is good for me, but what is the very best for me. Jesus has been whispering in my ear, "Spence...I've got you. Let go and let me take control. I appreciate the effort but I don't need your help. Continue to run after me full throttle and I will show you what to do." Jesus is seriously the coolest.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
The mother of all mothers.
So there's this little, I'm sorry, big thing called the AEPA (Arizona Educators Proficiency Assessments) that all awesome people must take in order to become even more awesome or what other people like to know as teachers. Studying for this mother...no bueno. Sammie and I got high off caffeine from the countless Starbucks we chugged. Then we would get uber duber depressed and not feel too great about this life or death examination we were about to take.
After hours and hours and hours of testing and waiting in anticipation, I am pleased to inform you that I PASSED THE AEPA PEOPLE!! PRAISE THE LORD!!
When I grow up, I want to be a teacher like Miss Day. Numero uno: I LOVE NEW GIRL aka guilty pleasure and freaking hysterical. Numero dos: She always dresses too stinking cute. So when I become a teacher (thank you, AEPA, you have now given me that ability) I can be the teacher I have always dreamed about that will bring laughter and goofy songs on guitar to my students.
On a more serious note, I'm stoked to be a teacher. I have known it was what I wanted to do with my life ever since the 6th grade when Miss Cindy Harrison was my teacher. If I can even be half the teacher she was for me, then I've done my job well. I cannot wait for the class clowns, the little boy crushes on "the teacher" (oh my gosh that will be me!), and endless and priceless memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life. Many people keep telling me how teachers make squat. Well let me tell those people something...I don't care. I don't care how much money I make, I care about loving the students and providing them with opportunities to grow into the person God has created them to be.
I'm only going to be 21 when I begin teaching...oh dear. Parents are gonna be a little apprehensive and they should be because I'm young and frankly have no idea for sure yet what I'm doing :)
I cannot believe how close I am to graduating college and living the dream. What!?! This is not my life. Okay, it is.
After hours and hours and hours of testing and waiting in anticipation, I am pleased to inform you that I PASSED THE AEPA PEOPLE!! PRAISE THE LORD!!
When I grow up, I want to be a teacher like Miss Day. Numero uno: I LOVE NEW GIRL aka guilty pleasure and freaking hysterical. Numero dos: She always dresses too stinking cute. So when I become a teacher (thank you, AEPA, you have now given me that ability) I can be the teacher I have always dreamed about that will bring laughter and goofy songs on guitar to my students.
On a more serious note, I'm stoked to be a teacher. I have known it was what I wanted to do with my life ever since the 6th grade when Miss Cindy Harrison was my teacher. If I can even be half the teacher she was for me, then I've done my job well. I cannot wait for the class clowns, the little boy crushes on "the teacher" (oh my gosh that will be me!), and endless and priceless memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life. Many people keep telling me how teachers make squat. Well let me tell those people something...I don't care. I don't care how much money I make, I care about loving the students and providing them with opportunities to grow into the person God has created them to be.
I'm only going to be 21 when I begin teaching...oh dear. Parents are gonna be a little apprehensive and they should be because I'm young and frankly have no idea for sure yet what I'm doing :)
I cannot believe how close I am to graduating college and living the dream. What!?! This is not my life. Okay, it is.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
hang loose. maloha.
because this is my LAST, I'm sorry did you get that, LAST summer before I enter complete adulthood and leave the life of a matriculate of the endearing and free-spirited Northern Arizona University, I want to tell the tales of SUMMA '12 thus far. Buckle your seat belt, kids, this is gonna be a crazy ride.
On May 21, the Schmidgall Family and I ventured off to the tropical islands of MAUI. Holy cow, can you say paradise? The ocean looked like a photograph and the water was ridiculously warm.
The first night, Sarah and I went to the beach to watch the sunset and let me tell ya....Arizona has got NOTHIN' on Hawaii when it comes to sunsets. Hawaii is officially the bawse of sunsets. enough said. Sarah goes to school in Boston, so no words could even begin to describe how special it was to be able to spend 8 whole days with her and her family.
A must-do in Maui is to go to a Luau, I mean come on...hot Hawaiian guys covered in palm branches. fresh flowers in your hair and around your neck. fruity drinks. beach. a pig cooked in the ground. nothing gets better, lezzzz be honest. I'm always up for adventure and it was exciting to be able to try all the different types of foods that Hawaiians eat. Most of it was delightful but stay far far FAR away from poi. Just take my word for it.
We were all standing around the pig pit, when a British man leans over to me and asks in his irresistible accent, "Excuse me, miss, but what exactly is going on here? What is everyone staring at?" It took every ounce of my self-control to not sigh at his adorableness or to bust out laughing. I replied with a simple, "That's our dinner. A pig has been cooking all day underground." Although I knew he was completely mortified and trying to stay as cool as possible, he leaned over to his wife and told her and gave me a simple, "Oh, thank you so much."
While we were in the town of Lahiana, Sarah and I got ourselves some legit tattoos. You think I'm joking? check it for yourself.
After two weeks, they sadly disappeared without our knowledge until one day we both looked down and exclaimed, "Shoot. Where did my tattoo go!?" Unfortunately they were just hennas and couldn't last forever. In the same town, they have this mind-boggling tree called the Banyon Tree, which is a tree that grows EVERYWHERE. One tree. Can't make up his mind where he wants to be.
Some other fun and completely random things that happened to us on this tropical adventure were upside down flowers.
zip-lining. (the pictures are just plain embarrassing so those won't be posted)
our attraction for tiki torches. The second one is a "fertility tiki"... I stayed far away from that thing... don't feel like being a mama at 20 years old, thank you very much.
Our inability to apply sunscreen...even though our complete existence has been in Arizona.
Drinking water from a coconut...not exactly my cup of tea.
Eating the dark pearl for dessert at Mama's Fish House (absolutely delectable).
SWAG in Hawaiian Shirts.
Going to the beach at nighttime with some Local Boy hawaiian shaved ice.
This was our lovely getaway condo.
Basking in the tranquility and beauty of the island of Maui.
On May 21, the Schmidgall Family and I ventured off to the tropical islands of MAUI. Holy cow, can you say paradise? The ocean looked like a photograph and the water was ridiculously warm.
The first night, Sarah and I went to the beach to watch the sunset and let me tell ya....Arizona has got NOTHIN' on Hawaii when it comes to sunsets. Hawaii is officially the bawse of sunsets. enough said. Sarah goes to school in Boston, so no words could even begin to describe how special it was to be able to spend 8 whole days with her and her family.
A must-do in Maui is to go to a Luau, I mean come on...hot Hawaiian guys covered in palm branches. fresh flowers in your hair and around your neck. fruity drinks. beach. a pig cooked in the ground. nothing gets better, lezzzz be honest. I'm always up for adventure and it was exciting to be able to try all the different types of foods that Hawaiians eat. Most of it was delightful but stay far far FAR away from poi. Just take my word for it.
We were all standing around the pig pit, when a British man leans over to me and asks in his irresistible accent, "Excuse me, miss, but what exactly is going on here? What is everyone staring at?" It took every ounce of my self-control to not sigh at his adorableness or to bust out laughing. I replied with a simple, "That's our dinner. A pig has been cooking all day underground." Although I knew he was completely mortified and trying to stay as cool as possible, he leaned over to his wife and told her and gave me a simple, "Oh, thank you so much."
While we were in the town of Lahiana, Sarah and I got ourselves some legit tattoos. You think I'm joking? check it for yourself.
After two weeks, they sadly disappeared without our knowledge until one day we both looked down and exclaimed, "Shoot. Where did my tattoo go!?" Unfortunately they were just hennas and couldn't last forever. In the same town, they have this mind-boggling tree called the Banyon Tree, which is a tree that grows EVERYWHERE. One tree. Can't make up his mind where he wants to be.
Some other fun and completely random things that happened to us on this tropical adventure were upside down flowers.
zip-lining. (the pictures are just plain embarrassing so those won't be posted)
our attraction for tiki torches. The second one is a "fertility tiki"... I stayed far away from that thing... don't feel like being a mama at 20 years old, thank you very much.
Our inability to apply sunscreen...even though our complete existence has been in Arizona.
Drinking water from a coconut...not exactly my cup of tea.
Eating the dark pearl for dessert at Mama's Fish House (absolutely delectable).
SWAG in Hawaiian Shirts.
Going to the beach at nighttime with some Local Boy hawaiian shaved ice.
This was our lovely getaway condo.
Basking in the tranquility and beauty of the island of Maui.
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