Wednesday, March 24, 2010

A St. Patrick's day miracle.

So, I've been drinking coffee from the rooster (gas station) lately when the cafe is closed. I do a 3/4 west coast and 1/4 french vanilla mix with 3 creamers. It's a nasty little concoction but it must be done. So on S.t Patrick's day I waltz into the rooster, fill 3/4's with west coast pretending to be deep in thought and move my dainty paper cup under the french vanilla urn. I push the button only to find it empty. dry. not...pouring. What to do, what to do. I like my mix. It's what I do. It's who I am...sorry, i got carried away there. *sigh* I do what only what any sensible girl would do. Look at the options. regular coffee: nope. dark roast: nope. English toffee: nope. Irish cream: well it is St. Patrick's day... I'm disappointed at the thought of anything but the norm. I pay and leave after telling the cashier they are out of french vanilla as if she would care. I jump into the truck and take a mindless sip. Do my taste buds deceive me? This is amazing! It's tasty and makes me want to yell TOP OF THE MORNIN' TO YA. I'm very pleased with my new discovery but take a moment to reflect on the situation. What if the rooster had never ran out of french vanilla? What if had never tried Irish Cream? Would I be happy never knowing and living my whole life vanilla style? Up until then it was all I knew and wanted. Was this a divine appointment and what if there is something better than Irish Cream? Most importantly what if this applies to more than just coffee? These are the days of my life.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

This update is brought to you by the letter "K"

Hello dears,

It was just beggining to look like spring and it snowed today. My dreams were dashed.

Lent has been going well. It's spurred me onto being more deliberate about discipline and sacrifice in my life. I'm glad I participated in lent this year. A friend of mine's new year resolution was to try a challenge each month. I am thinking of trying to give something different up each month for a year. I will keep you posted on my progress.

Work has been going well. The playschool has been very entertaining. New names given to me have been: Miss Meaghan, Mrs Meaghan and Mr Meaghan. I have been enjoying the antics of the little boys and reminicing my princess days with the girls. One of my favorite children (not that I have favorites, right?) looked me in the eye and said "Miss Meaghan? You're funny". It made my week. I also witnessed a three year old understand puns for the first time. It went like this: boy: "Miss Meaghan this is the letter K" me: "k (said as in short for o.k)" boy: "....(eyes open wide) *gasp* K!!!". As most of you know, puns are the fuel to most of my jokes and though corny, I delight in them.

The cafe is sadly closing next month and so I will have to look for another part time job soon. It's been such an experience working at Emmanuels and with the ladies there. We've had a lot of fun times and deep, honest conversations. It's truly shaped my time here and I am going to miss it. It has been one of my all time favortite jobs. So fun!

Ministry has been very fruitful lately as the youth group contines to grow and thrive. My realtionships with the youth are deepening and are just as fun as always. Today I introduced some of the girls to Bollywood music. They weren't sure if I was being serious or not. I was of course VERY serious as I danced East Indian style down the highway in my truck.

We started a kids club a few weeks ago which has been well received. It's nice for me to use some of the tools I've learned over the last 6 years. I was getting a bit rusty with the lack of children's ministry during my time here. No need to worry, my silly game skills and tom foolery are up to par.

Next week I am off to Newfoundland to visit Tiffanie. I am so excited to spend time there with her and Ian. When I fly back to Edmonton my mom will be driving back to Hay River with me for a short stay. I can't wait to show her how life is done in the North. Hey mom, you're okay with sleeping on the right side of the igloo right? ...I joke...

xoxox

Meaghan