God has given me a passion for business and this weekend I was given the awesome opportunity to travel with the Fichtners and Sinclairs to the Giant Center to set up a Servant's Heart booth for youth convention. We sold t-shirts, jewelry, wallets, belts and other product that the teenagers loved. It was such a learning experience to be working and observing outside of my normal work environment. Interacting with my peers and younger students was also a blast. The Fichtners are godly in running their business and I can learn so much from them. God's presence and blessing are so heavy on my life right now--I praise Him to be here for such a time as this.
I know God has great things in store for my experiences in business and these are just the beginnings.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tastes like pumpkin pie!
JJam is Frequency Youth's after school program for junior highers to get involved at CLA and build relationships with other students, while having an awesome time with friends. One special event is so aptly named "The Gross Out Game", in which students are indeed grossed out. This week it was simple. "Who can be the first team to finish all three containers of baby food?" One spoonful at a time: don't forget the napkin bib. When all was said and done, the Djibouti Jaguars took the win.
As Cherith, Troy, and I cleaned the kitchen and rinsed out the small glass containers, one of us was tempted to eat some turkey puree. Cherith (bless her heart) quite enjoyed the liquid entree, saying it tasted like pumpkin pie. Upon hearing this observation, I couldn't refuse to get in on the action. Pumpkin pie is my favorite dessert. Not only was it exactly what baby food is expected to be, but the roasted orange goo tasted nothing like pumpkin pie.
As I scraped my tongue, I came to a sad conclusion: I no longer have the taste buds of a JJamer. My fondness for mushrooms, ketchup, taco sauce, and various jams in a pie and french fries blended with orange drink and chicken nuggets (also called the Unhappy Meal) is nowhere to be found. Instead, enjoyment (and mild disturbance) is the result of watching 30 eleven to fourteen-year-olds lick oreos off each other's feet.
Kyle eating a (second) goldfish.
Isaiah is the next Rocky Balboa.
As Cherith, Troy, and I cleaned the kitchen and rinsed out the small glass containers, one of us was tempted to eat some turkey puree. Cherith (bless her heart) quite enjoyed the liquid entree, saying it tasted like pumpkin pie. Upon hearing this observation, I couldn't refuse to get in on the action. Pumpkin pie is my favorite dessert. Not only was it exactly what baby food is expected to be, but the roasted orange goo tasted nothing like pumpkin pie.
As I scraped my tongue, I came to a sad conclusion: I no longer have the taste buds of a JJamer. My fondness for mushrooms, ketchup, taco sauce, and various jams in a pie and french fries blended with orange drink and chicken nuggets (also called the Unhappy Meal) is nowhere to be found. Instead, enjoyment (and mild disturbance) is the result of watching 30 eleven to fourteen-year-olds lick oreos off each other's feet.
Kyle eating a (second) goldfish.
Isaiah is the next Rocky Balboa.
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