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One year left for me at MBBC!

Tim graduated yesterday from Maranatha. His family came and celebrated the day with him. His little nephews were adorable, and they stole the show away from Tim.

He left this morning for Israel. He'll be gone for 12 days. That's 288 hours of separation. I'll be busy taking summer school, so my mind will be occupied at least.

This weekend has been relaxing; I went to Madison this afternoon with my mom and sister. We had fun shopping. My mom even bought me some pink pants! I don't know when I'll exhibit them....but rest assured, you'll notice when I do! Now stop rolling your eyes - I'm just helping the femininity (sp?) of divided garments. Plus, they were a good deal. I know Joleen and Stephanie will love them.

As we were picking something up at Culvers for our boys, my mom handed a little bible tract to the lady at the window. When our food came, a woman had the little bible in her hand and told us sternly that we couldn't hand them out there. We were suprised - they could have just thrown it away if they didn't like it. That's Madison for you.

I am now officially a SENIOR. Life goes by so quickly, doesn't it? After summer school, I'll have one semester left with 14 credits (smallest load I've ever had) before I student teach. Lord willing it will be around my home area so I can live at home. Talking about next semester, I've been asked to be an RA in Hilson. I haven't even told them offically "yes" yet, so you blog readers have breaking news. If everything works out, you're looking at the newest missionary to Hilson. (: Just kidding. I'm sure I won't find anything to complain about; I'll have my own room and bathroom on first floor. Those perks will be minimal to the great counseling and learning opportunities God will surely give me. He has definately been directing my steps lately regarding to school life. Let me tell you - you never know what to expect. I'm so glad God is my God, my Protector, my Defender, my Fortress, my Dad, my Friend, my Master, and my Redeemer.

I was reading in Ecclesiastes 9 this morning. My life is so short. There's nothing new under the sun. To think that God desires to use me and my life is amazing. My prayer is that I would be usable.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest. I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all. For man also knoweth not his time: as the fishes that are taken in an evil net, and as the birds that are caught in the snare; so are the sons of men snared in an evil time, when it falleth suddenly upon them. This wisdom have I seen also under the sun, and it seemed great unto me: There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man. Then said I, Wisdom is better than strength: nevertheless the poor man's wisdom is despised, and his words are not heard. The words of wise men are heard in quiet more than the cry of him that ruleth among fools. Wisdom is better than weapons of war: but one sinner destroyeth much good.

posted by Kutzie @ 5:55 PM