Therefore, in the spirit of obedience, I am pleased to bring you the following announcements:
1. I am pleased to announce that my head has not fallen off and been kicked into the mud by a horse.
Although, several times in the last few weeks, I have had to use super glue and duct tape to keep it in place.
2. I am pleased to announce that exactly 33% of each program is printed for my Studio Recital this Friday.
So much for getting it done early. I went to the print shop Tuesday to print off all the programs and returned with a lovely, thick stack of colored program exteriors (at a mere 4 times the cost of black-and-white). Apparently, the black-and-white printer (and, coincidentally, price) was out of commission. Not to worry. I shall return with my own black-and-white interiors to use the black-and-white printer, at the black-and-white price to copy onto the inside of my colorful programs. Who could really complain about bright & cheery covers, anyway?
3. I am pleased to announce that Rachel's dress did not come apart at the seams while in concert
This naturally made her performance more enjoyable.
4. I am pleased to announce that I am leaving in 13 days for Paris!!!!!!!!!!
What more is there to say?
5. I am pleased to announce that Kaytra and I were not the ones who accidentally licked the gum wall in the wonderful, memory-making jaunt to Seattle.
I promise, the laughter in this picture is in no way related to the shrieks of the unfortunate girl who did lick it. That came later.
The days are slipping by far too quickly. Everywhere I look, I am reminded of the brevity of life ~ how short a time we truly have here on earth to fulfill the mission our King has for us. When we received our first hive of bees the other day, I learned that worker honeybees only live 28 days. What a minute, seemingly meaningless existence! Yet, without the 28-day lives, there would be no honey. After weeks of watching the mother robin build, guard, and sit on her nest in the camellia bush outside our front window, the babies had flown away a mere 18 days after hatching. What a small sliver of time from helplessness to maturity!
"When you hit 40," our Pastor said, in a sermon I listened to the other day, "things start slowing down. You just can't do the things you used to be able to do." I was shocked ~ almost frightened at the thought. Two weeks ago, I turned 22. I am half-way to the place when my body will start trying to slow down, will begin to really die. What have I done, to this point, with the energy I have been granted, that will make a difference in the eternal life or death of those around me? Right now, right now, is the time I have been given to work. Am I?
These are my "doings," and my "thinkings," of late. Perhaps, before I leave, there will be more on both. I certainly hope so. Until then (Rachel, don't read this part), there are always Five Minute Fridays. ;)