hier matin

Je me suis levée et j’ai bu
Un café au lait et j’ai lu
Le journal, parce que j’ai voulu
Suivre les actualités, parce que j’ai dû.



This is a poem for chapter five (we had our chapter test this morning). The poem makes me think of Global Trends class, actually. Here's my translation (ie, what I think I'm saying...)

Yesterday morning

I got up and I drank
coffee with milk and I read
the paper, because I wanted
to know the news, because I should.

Yeah, there's a reason it's in French... ;)

when one has a small vocabulary, one must work with it!

I'm taking a French class this semester - French II in fact. I wrote a little rhyme from Chapter 4 vocabulary. TX from class was asking if I ever blogged my "poems," so here you go!

Dans une maison ou un chateau,
Il y a des fenetres et des rideaux
Peut-etre il y a un lavabo
Et aussi un grand tableau.



I'm looking forward to expanding my vocabulary. :) Coming soon - Chapter 5 poem with past tense and negative expressions!!

journal entries

I pulled out my box o' old journals this morning to remember some details about something, then started browsing my entries. The transcribed conversations are hilarious, as are anecdotes of college antics, whether or not I was involved. ;) Reading old journals also reminds me that though God isn't finished with me yet, He will bring to completion the work He has begun in me. I give thanks and take hope.

Shepherd's prayer

I cried in church this morning. Not in a bad or unprecedented sense - my heart was moved by our elder's prayer for the congregation. Mr. BH put into words what I could not; lifting up the concerns of our hearts before the throne. He prayed as I wanted to pray but rarely do, but by praying along with his words today, I was blessed. Through prayer, we entered the throne room of God Almighty, known by Him in all our worried, broken, selfish smallness, known and forgiven through Christ's blood and righteousness. I am His, His, His.

boxing the gnat

I learned something new today: a contra dancing step called "boxing the gnat." It works like a balance and a California twirl combined, but it has its own intriguing name.

It's been months since I last went contra dancing. What rhythmic, graceful, foot-stomping, joyful fun! This is certainly my favorite type of social dance, and since I'm single, social dancing is the dancing I do. :) In the last year, I've started sitting out the waltzes that come at the end of the two sections of contra dances. I love waltzing, but I personally don't care much for waltzing as a social "dance it with anyone" sort of dance. Waltzing is special to me, I want to keep it special, and I can wait to dance it with someone special. Until then, my feet are tapping to the contra beat!