The klutz queen

So today I had my first meeting with the pastor. After our extensive tour - in which I got very turned around - she said, (YES... it's a she!) "What do you want for your internship? And I was like... "I thought you were going to tell me what to do" It's kind of crazy working with two separate mediums - nursing and ministry. Yet they are intertwined for me. I'm not really sure what I'm trying to get out of it. (specifically from the church I mean). I simply expected to be connected with it in whatever JoVeta was doing. I love people... I love kids. I don't want to spend all the time with kids. I want to learn how to write a good sermon... because I love writing and teaching. I don't really want to shadow a pastor in all regard though since I'm pretty sure I'm not a pastor - I'm a prophet. There's a big difference. I've written a Thursday email consistently for about 3 years now. My mom thinks I should try to turn it into a devotional for teens. I don't want to write another trite, self-help, mundane little thing that will clog up the arteries of the bookstore. I do think my mom's idea has potential. I'm just not sure how that gets into the picture. My biggest interest is in people themselves. I'd like to be involved in the grief support groups, the children's ministry, and the homeless outreach. I'm innovative - so maybe I'll dream up some things to add to the ministry (like that Farmer's Market of Jonathan's church... that is a really cool idea). Perhaps though... what I suspect is the most important... is for me to be me and to bring God's new life to everyone I meet in specific ways. I already have a lot of things on my mind that I'm not exactly sure belong in a public blog. I am praying hard for JoVeta, my neighborhood, the little ones under this post who don't know the love of Christ, and for so many other things that are breaking my heart. And of course, as always... I'm praying for you with lots of thought and love.

After the meeting, I got back to the car and promptly found I had locked myself out! (Now I do have one excuse for being such a klutz). I have two pairs of key chains... one for the house/car and one for the church.) I called triple A and waited for an hour... which gave me time to browse the Economy corner... which is a really neat thrift store that the church runs (speaking of neat ministries). I bought a copy of the Scarlet Pimpernel for 35 cents... and promptly read it in two hours. (Course I did skim through because I've read it so many times).

But that act is NOTHING compared to my flight klutz. Upon receiving the customary glass of water given to passengers on a flight, I promptly dumped the entire glass into my seat. And furthermore, I sat in it for the remainder of the flight. I honestly didn't think there was anything anyone could do. Only later, when I asked the flight attendant for a new glass of water explaining my predicament did I realize rescue was possible... when the attendant said I could have a new cushion. However, by then the damage was irrevocable. My jeans were soaked through to the bone. :).

And of course (mom you're going to be sad - I keep forgetting to tell you). I lost the bathrobe my mother bought just for propriety's sake... but I had used CONSTANTLY (since being sick makes one very cold) Sorry mom. You're right that I needed it! I miss it.

And before that I left my boarding pass on the plane....

And... well you get the idea. I tend to be rather scatterbrained. I don't think it's getting any better considering today. But all's well that ends well. Thank you Jesus! :)

Much love,
Katie