Day 1

Today I left for General Mills at 7:30 am, thinking that it would take me close to an hour to get there with the traffic, but because it is the day after a holiday many people took today off to get an extra extra long weekend, so there wasn't that much traffic. I got to work almost 45 minutes early, so I walked around the GM campus and checked out some of their sculptures.

Today only 2 of the 6 interns were scheduled to come in. We ate lunch outside on the patio behind the building, it was beautiful. The morning had started gray and with the threat of rain, but by lunch time they sky was blue and there was a nice breeze.

I made it home safely, with no issue. I just find it funny that on highway 55 the speed limit is 55 mph, but there is a stop light every quarter mile, so it is almost impossible (and if possible; dangerous) to get up to 55 mph before the next time you have to stop!!

Anyway, I guess I am on my way to being a city driver...

Settling in

This morning my parents and I drove up to Plymouth, moved all my essentials (lap top, yarn, books, purses, etc.) into the house where I'm staying for the summer. We had to stop at a Cub Foods because the Cub in Ames closed and my dad misses their fine beer selection. :)

I'm staying with a wonderful couple who hosted one of my friends from the Culinary Science Club 2 summers ago when she had an internship at General Mills. This couple is super sweet. They're calling me their "summer daughter." I'm so greatful for my friend who connected me with them and for this couple who've opened their home to me for the summer.

My parents and I drove to General Mills and back to the house so I know where I'm going tomorrow when I start my internship. It only took 15 minutes, but I'm told that in city traffic it will take double to triple that amount of time to get to work and back...guess who gets to work on her patience this summer?!?! ME! :)

Last week I got to cook for the lifegaurds and some of the support staff at Riverside, it was wonderful. I am going to miss that kitchen and the people in it. I've worked there for the last 5 summers so it is hard to let go, but I will still get to help at retreats, so that is reasurring.

A speech to entertain, my final spcm 212 assignment

“Are we there yet?” “Are we there yet?” “Are we there yet?” That is a common and repeated phrase heard on many family trips. My family’s vacations were no exception. From the time I was 3 and my brother, John, was 1 my family has gone on vacation each summer. These trips have ranged from short jaunts, from my home town of Story City, into Michigan or South Dakota but also long journeys to Canada and California. When you think of a vacation what comes to your mind might be hopping on a plane to the warm sunny coast to spend a week on a beach. That is not how my family rolls. We don’t fly; we pack up our minivan with our tent, camp kitchen, oodles of maps and brochures and head out to explore National Parks and museums. Sounds real exciting right? Well our vacations may not have sounded very exciting on paper, but somehow they always turned into an unexpected adventure. Many of you may know what I’m talking about; you’ve traveled with your siblings and parents and found out that some pretty interesting things happen when you put a family together in a confined space for more than a small length of time. For those of you who have not had the pleasure vacationing with your family, I hope this speech doesn’t discourage you from trying it in the future. My family’s summer vacations have had their fill of adventure, mishaps, and laughter.

My family’s greatest adventure started out with a desire to see the great redwoods of Northern California, at Sequoia National Park. Upon entering the park, rangers hand every car a pamphlet, outlining ways to keep the visitors and the visitor’s things safe from the bears that roam freely through the park. Neither John nor my parents seemed concerned about the bear claws ripping through our car or through the flimsy walls of our tent. So long after my family had said “good enough” with the bear proofing I could still be found in the second row of seats in the van down on the floor scouring the floor mats for crumbs, crackers, or spills of kool-aid that might alert a bear to the presence of food. After I was satisfied with the bear proofing my mom and I made an elegant supper of spaghetti with sauce, canned peas, and pudding cups for dessert. A meal fit for a king if, I do say so myself. When supper was over we sat around a campfire reading brochures about Sequoia National Park, spouting interesting facts to each other once in a while. Eventually we went to bed. Around 4 am I woke to the loud clinking of metal resounding in the campground. I couldn’t believe it, according to the pamphlet the ranger had given us this sound meant that people were trying to scare a bear away. Sure enough through the flimsy tent walls I could see the faint outline of a huge bear, illuminated by a lantern coming from inside another tent on the other side of the bear . For a moment I was so shocked I couldn’t move. In all my 15 years of life leading up to this event I had only seen bears in the zoo. Even when I was at the zoo I was one of those easily terrified people who stood 5 feet back from the reinforced viewing windows, just in case the animal breaks out. And now THERE WAS A WILD BLACK BEAR WAS OUTSIDE MY FAMILY’S TENT. After a deep breath I quickly recovered and reached for the 2 small tin dinner plates I had stored next to my sleeping bag for such a time as this and started clanging them with the rest of the campground. Not long after the bear lumbered off back into the woods too bothered by the sounds of the humans making a ruckus to stay and search for food. My family tentatively nestled back in our sleeping bags, making sure the metal plates were within reaching distance if the bear decided to come back. A few hours later when my family exited the tent ready to start our day we were greeted by our pots and pans spread out on the ground all around our campsite, and a clear muddy paw print on our camp kitchen. The bear had come through, in the middle of the night and pulled all the pots and pans out of our camp kitchen, following the scent of our supper the clung to dishes inside it. Somehow this sight was a surprise to my family; we hadn’t even heard the bear do this over the din of clanging metal going on throughout the campground. Thankfully all our food was safely locked away in thick metal box only capable of being opened by people with opposable thumbs.

As we surveyed the mess the bear had left behind we couldn’t help but laugh. We had been less than 10 feet away from a wild black bear, separated only by the walls of our tent, as it dug through our camp kitchen. Now that is a once in a lifetime adventure. We were able to wash the muddy print off the camp kitchen and use a hammer to reshape our pots and pans, but the memory of that bear in still sticks with us. When we went to sleep that first night in Sequoia National Park thinking we were not there yet and our vacation adventure wouldn’t start until the next afternoon when we would tour the Sequoia museum and go on a hike with a knowledgeable park ranger but little did we know that our adventure had already begun. My family vacations don’t always involve bear sightings at 4 am but no matter where we go or what we do, once we get in the minivan and drive; it is sure to be an adventure.

Light of the World

This is the talk I gave at the Women's Riverside Conference Cluster Gathering at St. Petri yesterday:

During the summer of 2010 my family took a vacation to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. We had been there a just a few days enjoying the gorgeous scenery of the area, touring lighthouses and old copper mines. One night my parents, brother and I went to sleep in our camping cabin all seemed quiet and serene. Once the coolness of the night seeped through the windows were able to drift off to sleep, that wonderful blissful sleep that comes only during a carefree vacation. Around 4 in the morning I turned, tangled in my sleeping bag to check my phone and see what time it was. My phone displayed a message that I had missed a call from the Stovers. The Stovers were watching our cat while we were gone. In the stupor of my half sleep I thought “huh, that’s odd” but didn’t think much of it. The next morning we got up and my mom made pancakes on the camp stove and we were sipping our orange juice when the phone rang. Of course since we were in a campground on the edge of a town we had little reception so while my dad was talking to Rick Stover he had to walk around trying to pick up some phone reception.

Rick said that our basement had flooded. Yes we were affected by the great flood of 2010. As many of you know Story City got a huge amount of rain in a very short time. In the middle of the night the Stovers had checked our basement and it was fine. When they came back in about a half an hour our basement had about 10 inches of water. Rick and Nick had to wade through the water to find our cat, Becky. She was huddled up on a shelf in the corner of the basement and the water had just started to reach her. They rescued her and brought her upstairs. And then called us, which was the call I missed at 4am.

Needless to say we packed up all our stuff and headed home. We drove for over 8 hours, leaving behind all the things we had hoped to explore over the next five days. Once we got home we surveyed the damage to our basement. By the time we got home most of the water had drained out, but the walls and floor were still covered in a muddy residue. Our basement is mostly for storage and sewing so we didn’t lose furniture or carpet, but we did find that the force of the water coming up through the drains had knocked over everything that we had stacked down there. I lost my printer, tv, and microwave as well as my current roommates mini fridge that was being stored in our basement for the summer. For a few hours we hauled a lot our belongings up the stairs and into our garage or back yard. Finally we decided to call it a night. All we wanted was a hot shower to wash away the stench and disappointment of the day. But we did not get even warm showers. When the water rushed into our basement it flooded over the pilot light of our water heater. We took cold showers that night and the next day had our plumber Tim Faas come over and check out our water heater. He was able to light the pilot light, but it wouldn’t stay lit for more than a few hours. So even after we had taken all our belongings out of the basement mopped the floor with bleach, washed all the fabric we could save, dried photographs, talked with our insurance rep, sorted through soaking wet tax files, and had the garbage truck stop by and pick up the huge amount of things we had to throw away the affects of the flood was still obvious to us. For the next few weeks every few hours throughout the house you could hear clicking. That would be the sound of my mom down in the basement manually starting the pilot light. It was pretty ridiculous. If you wanted a shower you had to check and see if there was hot water before you got in, if it wasn’t hot the pilot light would have to be relit and we’d have to wait for the water to heat up. Doing dishes or laundry became even more annoying tasks because we were never sure if we had hot water. Weekend my parents were away so my mom explained to me the process of lighting the pilot light, it involved turning a knob waiting, clicking a button until the pilot light lit then still holding the button for a while longer to make sure enough gas was getting to the flame. All this being done down on all fours forehead against the floor peering into the water heater to see the flame. Well what do you know, after my parents were gone for a few hours I need to do some laundry, but after 15 minutes of trying to light the pilot light I called my mom, she talked me through it again and I tried for 15 more minutes then I gave up and called Tim. He came over and got it lit, and ordered us a new part for out water heater so we wouldn’t have to deal with relighting it so often.

It is uncomfortable to shower in water that isn’t warm, it’s hard to get dishes, laundry and hands clean without hot water. It still amazes me that that little tiny pilot light was responsible for so many things that go on in my house. That little light helped heat the water that supplied cleansing water to my family. Just as my family’s water heater pilot light was responsible for heating the water that went to the sinks and shower in my house Christ has given us his light to share with the world. I’m sure we can all remember that song “This little light of mine.” Many of us probably learned it in Sunday School along with the actions. One of the lines of the song says “hide it under a bushel? No!! I’m gonna let it shine.” Growing up I thought that was such a silly line. Why in heaven’s name would I put a light under a bushel? It doesn’t make sense to cover up the light. The line from this song may have come from Luke 11:33 which says “No one after lighting a lamp puts it in a cellar or under a basket, but on a stand, so that those who enter may see the light.” My seven year old self only seeing the completely literal meaning of this song didn’t find it difficult. But now that I’m a 20 year old college student it is not as easy to do what Jesus said. But Jesus never said that being a Christian would be easy. In Matthew 24:9 Jesus says “Then you will be handed over to be persecuted and put to death, and you will be hated by all nations because of me.” I do not live in fear of being put to death for my faith, although many Christians around the world do, I mostly just worry about losing face. I wonder if I reveal my faith to the people in my classes or at work that someone will think I’m silly for believing in Jesus Christ as my savior. I sometimes find it easier to hide my light under a basket than let it shine on a stand so that all may see it.

In Matthew 5:13 Jesus has this to say: “You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot. I just love that metaphor in this verse. I am a food science major so I geek out about this stuff. Salt is so important in cooking. Salt enhances the flavor of whatever you put it in, that’s why food tastes bland without it. Salt is even important in chocolate chip cookies, it rounds the flavors and make the cookie taste even better. In our bodies salt is broken up into Sodium and Chloride which are electrolytes which are important for maintaining fluid balance, blood pH, and nerve and muscle functions. Salt is also used in the food world as a preservative. Before there were ways of preserving meat by refrigeration people would put tons of salt on meat that no microorganisms could grow, therefore preserving it. Salt is in a lot of our foods today both for flavor and preservation. Jesus calls us to be salt for the earth, to season it with his love. That people would come to know Christ through how we live. Even though Christ ascended into heaven we can preserve his presence on earth though our actions by following the lead of the holy spirit and living as Christ did.

In continuation of the salt verse Jesus has more to say about how we should live on earth in Matthew 5:14-16 : “You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven. “ One of the original Greek words that is translated to light in English means “to shine or manifest, especially by rays. So in verse 14 Jesus is saying we are rays of light to the world. Just as we wouldn’t enjoy the rays of light on earth without the sun, people can’t see our faith without God who is the creator and perfecter of our faith. It also shows community, we are one ray among many rays of light, God has given us our Christian brothers and sisters as partners in the mission of Christ.

Luke 17:5-6 reads: The apostles said to the Lord, "Increase our faith!" The Lord replied, "If you had faith the size of a mustard seed, you could say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it would obey you." Our faith is more powerful than we can imagine. Not by our power but by the power of Christ whose light lives within us. Through Christ’s assurance I am reminded that my light is his light. We have no reason to be ashamed of Jesus Christ who raised us from death into life and has given us hope beyond hope. Like the tiny pilot light has the power to fill a house with hot water we have the power to shine for Jesus living and loving others as he did.

This evening I went to ISU Theater's production of The Miracle Worker. It was fabulous, like seriously awesome. The stage was amazing. It was the Keller's house (two floors) plus trees. These trees were painted on canvas and framed the stage like a curtain, they were very detailed and softened the hard lines of the house.

One of my friends from St. Thomas Aquinas is in the show as Kate Keller. She seriously rocked the Southern accent. The gal playing Anne Sullivan did a great job too, adding an Irish touch to everything she said.

The best part of the performance is the 10 minute scene with no dialogue. Anne is trying to teach Helen some manners at the breakfast table. Anne locks herself and Helen alone in the dining room and begins the slow process of teaching Helen to obey the rules, not just follow her whimsy. Helen generally just ate off the plates of the people around her, but Anne made her eat off her own plate with a spoon and a napkin in her lap. Anne wrestles Helen back into her chair when she lays on the floor throwing her legs and arms in a tantrum. Helen runs around the room trying to get away from Anne. Anne makes Helen pick up the spoon off the floor every time she throws it against the wall in exasperation. Anne's persistence is just incredible. She knows that somewhere inside Helen there is an intelligent person ready to bloom, Anne never gives up on Helen.

I can make a Bible reference out of anything, but I think The Miracle Work parallels faith really obviously. God pursues us and his love sets us free. We are a new creation in him (2 Corinthians 5:17) we are unblinded, and given new ears, to see the work of God and hear his voice. I am so thankful to have a God who gave everything for me while I was still undeserving (Romans 5:8). He's the real Miracle Worker.

On Saturday I went to The King's Speech with Grandma, Mom, and John. It was a fabulous movie of triumph, friendship, and history. My grandma lived during the time King George VI reigned so after the movie she was talking about how none of the actors looked like the real people, it was pretty hilarious.

Saturday was also the St. Thomas Aquinas auction and benefit for spring break immersion and mission trips. My roommate is leading a trip to Kansas City, so I went to support her. It was pretty fun and the food was great. I bought a painting in the silent auction, it is a winter scene of birch trees.

Sunday was the Bethesda Chili Cook-off. Groups signed up to make chili and decorate a themed table. The congregation voted for their favorite by putting money in a basket on each table. There were also judges who picked the best flavored chili. The money raised when to the Pastor's Discretionary fund which helps people in need pay for their rent, groceries, or a bus/train ticket.

The adult choir had a duet of chilis: my white bean and chicken chili and Mark's Hawaiian chili ( it was normal chili with chunks of fresh pineapple in it) We decorated our table with Christmas themed items because our anthem for the day was called Noel We Sing. One member of the choir wrote lyrics to the tune of O Christmas Tree and called it Oh Chili Fair. The choir sang it as a postlude at the 10:45 service to get people psyched up for chili.

The choir's chilis won 3rd prize for flavor from the judges. Mark and I each got a bag of meatballs donated from Burke. The Chili Cook-Off raised over $3000 to help needy people in Ames!!