Today was Redneck/Hillybilly Day, so there was a lot of plaid walking around school. Tomorrow: St. Patrick's Day.
I will try to post pictures for each day. Here is the line up:
Monday - Redneck/Hillbilly Day
Tuesday - St. Patrick's Day
Wednesday - Bible Character Day
Thursday
- Superhero Day "No superpowers required." There is also going to be a
pep rally in the evening. Should be interesting.
Friday - Look Alike Day. Dress like a friend!
I
have always liked Sundays. There is just something...restful about the
day. Even when I'm swamped with homework and have little time for
myself. Thankfully, today is not one of those days. Most of my
homework this block consists of reading, reading, reading. Today is a
rainy Sunday which always has a nice cozy feel to it (even though I
cannot actually see outside when I'm in my room. No window. *sigh*)
We have been getting quite a bit of rain the last couple days, so it
feels a lot like winter back at home. The temperature is supposed to
drop back down into the 30's for the highs later on this week, but I
don't mind. Things will be greening up before we know it.
Friday
evening I and a few other girls went over to one of my teacher's house
for supper. (Scot and April with their kiddos Jon Wiley and Madison.) I
just love the staff here. It is always a joy to be in their homes with
them and their families and see them in a more relaxed setting. We
went a little early to help April make the pizzas. Additional joy! I
forget how much I miss working in a kitchen until I have an opportunity
like Friday.
April
(not in this picture) makes her pizzas in cast iron skillets. The
crust gets a nice crunch on the bottom like it does when you use a pizza
stone.
Scot
and April are from Kentucky, and he has the greatest southern accent.
We have had him for Biblical Foundations (an overview of the Bible as a
whole), Acts, Romans, Soteriology (the doctrine of salvation), and 1
& 2 Thessalonians. He is a really good teacher, and I am going to
miss sitting under his instruction.
Carperpetuation (kär'pər-pĕch'ü-āshən)
1. (n.) The
act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece of lint at
least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then
putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.
And now you know what it's called. 
You can ignore the title of this post. It has nothing whatsoever with what I am about to write. It just sounded good. :)
This
morning one of my teachers pointed out that we are almost half way
through the semester. Crikey! This semester does not feel like it is
going fast, but when you look at it that way... Tomorrow ends our
second of five blocks. In our first block we went through Philippians,
1&2 Thessalonians, and Daniel. Daniel and Revelation are being
studied together. (My teacher says that trying to study Revelation
without first studying Daniel is like skipping to the end of a mystery
novel. The ending just won't make sense without the beginning.) This
block we are finishing Colossians/Philemon, and 1 Timothy. I am also in
the middle of Ezra/Nehemiah/Esther and Partnership Development for my
electives. Thursday we will be starting Eschatology (the study of the
end times), 2 Timothy/Titus, and Revelation. So many good things to
learn! So many good things to apply.
God
is continually and faithfully challenging and changing my thinking to
come in line with HIS thinking. And it all happens through the study of
His word. It is amazing just how much our thinking affects the way we
live. We can say
we believe the Bible, but what is our life demonstrating? What
evidences in our life show that we truly do believe what God says is
true about us, about life, about what it means to live godly in this
present age?
This being my last semester here at NTBI (gasp!) I
am spending as much time as I can with the staff here. It has been such
a blessing to have these relationships in my life. I am not looking
forward to the good-byes that will have to be said in May, but I am
thankful that these friendships are some that wil last a lifetime. They
are family.
Me
and my dorm "mom." Several of us girls are over at our dorm parent's
house every Friday or Saturday. I love it. It is like going home for
the evening.
No, I have not gotten lost in Michigan. Just lost in life.
