Define Spring Fever.... and Spring Cleaning

Hello, my dear friends and family,

 

When was the last time I emailed you? Was it only a week ago? Hmm. Somehow, I think time has slowed down: it's been at least three weeks---or, rather, it feels like it's been at least three weeks---since I've been able to update you on my adventures. I suppose that is what happens with distance, eh? This once-a-week email may become a whenever-I-can email: I now share the access to the internet with four other people, and they seem disinclined to share. Or maybe it's that they are so jealous of my company that they'd rather not I share it with yahoo? ;) Oh well, I shall do my best, and you must forgive me if it really does become three weeks between emails.

 

The first week I am home, and my vacation is already pushed aside for a cleaning spree. We had a terminex guy come to kill all our bugs, but we had to clean every square inch of our house first. Yay. At least it's clean and bugfree now!

 

It has been brought to my attention that I have rather secretive and stingy with information as of late, concerning my *ahem* (as my Great Grandmother and some of my dearest older friends calls it,) my "love life." I am sorry. Last December, Brian (aka Maestro) and I decided that our relationship was no longer God-honoring, and that it was time we move on to seek His face alone. I have not made this public knowledge until now because I was afraid of the power of the rumor mill. So now you know. This past semester has been the best semester ever, and I have grown and struggled more than I can remember doing before. Please pray that I will not lose that momentum.

 

On Thursday, Mom, my sisters and I traveled the four hours to Knoxville--the city I will be ministering in for the summer--to meet the people and learn the roads. I felt it before, but now there's no use hiding it: I feel like two people when it comes to my emotions about it all. I feel like a shy little girl, absolutely terrified of all the new people, streets, and responsibilities. I know deep down that God will take care of me, but I'm not so confident that I will be up to the challenge, and I'd like nothing more than to run back to my little bubble at PCC. I also feel like a Tigress of a pioneer, delighted with the challenge of coralling, teaching, and loving the children of Montgomery Village. I am ready to be Wendy to all those poor little Lost Boys, I am ready to be an encouraging Sunflower in the garden of missionaries, I am ready to meet my God and walk hand in hand with Him through this new world. And I am ashamed that the little girl in me is so scared of it all. In short, I am very confused. Please pray for boldness.

 

To those of you who have emailed me personally-- Amanda, Holly, Becca-- I will eventually sit down and write a reply, but I must close this email and get going. Mom, my sisters and I will be going to a mother-daughter thing at our new church. More new people for me to meet. (AHH!!) Until then, will everyone who reads this please send me even the briefest of emails so that I know you'd like to keep receiving these? I need to clean up my address book.

 

Until I can sneak in some more computer time,

 

Amanda

Living like everyone's watching
Dancing like no one's watching
Living the dance
Dancing to life

Writing like everyone's reading
Reading like everyone's writing
Writing of life
Living to write

Writing...
Reading...
Dancing...
Living...
Being...

Me.

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