The feast post
You'll notice I did not post an "I am feasting do not disturb" post. That's because I wanted to RESERVE my special "feast post" for after the feast, when I could post pictures and actually tell you about my feast.
And also because I figured no one would suspect any abnormally prolonged absence, since I'm usually absent anyway.
But here is your feast post:
Feast was, as it always is, wonderful and refreshing. Wish it had been sooner, wish it could be always, etc.
The especially notable and fun fun things would have to be topped by our LJ night. Joanie got the tremendous idea to "make a big tent!!!" in our dining room. I, cynical and realistic, took some persuasion, but finally relented and began hanging up (with tacks and safety pins, cleverly utilized) sheets all around the living room and on the ceiling. Joanie faithfully stood by me and indulged me during those "hold that for me will you" times.
All that to say, it was a wonderfully inspired idea, because it entirely eliminated our living room and created a much more exotic and special hideaway, which actually ended up staying put for the rest of the feast.
On the first day, in the afternoon, Joanie had another of her inspired ideas and managed to get all of us young people out to Saizeriya for a united reading of Foundations of Faith. I tried (in vain) to get everyone to really break their bottles by singing out loud along with Mama, lifting their hands and praising in tongues, and playing a praise time game in the aisle. Dento spirits, man.
I have been glutted with Word. On the last night of the feast our AIP dvds managed to finally arrive with a note apologizing for how late they were. So we got to see some embarrassing footage of Mike and Florence running around. PTL.
Here are some random photos to fill you with wonder: (I have not yet been able to coerce my home members into giving me permission to post pictures of them on my blog. In time, in time.)
And also because I figured no one would suspect any abnormally prolonged absence, since I'm usually absent anyway.
But here is your feast post:
Feast was, as it always is, wonderful and refreshing. Wish it had been sooner, wish it could be always, etc.
The especially notable and fun fun things would have to be topped by our LJ night. Joanie got the tremendous idea to "make a big tent!!!" in our dining room. I, cynical and realistic, took some persuasion, but finally relented and began hanging up (with tacks and safety pins, cleverly utilized) sheets all around the living room and on the ceiling. Joanie faithfully stood by me and indulged me during those "hold that for me will you" times.
All that to say, it was a wonderfully inspired idea, because it entirely eliminated our living room and created a much more exotic and special hideaway, which actually ended up staying put for the rest of the feast.
On the first day, in the afternoon, Joanie had another of her inspired ideas and managed to get all of us young people out to Saizeriya for a united reading of Foundations of Faith. I tried (in vain) to get everyone to really break their bottles by singing out loud along with Mama, lifting their hands and praising in tongues, and playing a praise time game in the aisle. Dento spirits, man.
I have been glutted with Word. On the last night of the feast our AIP dvds managed to finally arrive with a note apologizing for how late they were. So we got to see some embarrassing footage of Mike and Florence running around. PTL.
Here are some random photos to fill you with wonder: (I have not yet been able to coerce my home members into giving me permission to post pictures of them on my blog. In time, in time.)
8 comments:
Whooooaaaa!...Now that is some cooking going on Flor...that egg...GUGABA! looks like its been tormented by a Flor thats for sure!
and kazaaa to the Feats...it rocked!@
I agree the feast was everything it promised to be, very enjoyable.
I like the last picture HA!
Ah, the slim belongings of the single missionary girl. Those were the good old days of rolled up clothes in the one suitcase, five pieces of hang up clothes, borrowing, and weekend organizing of recycled cards, stickers, and DB's in that oh so prized briefcase. There was the simple genius of sleeping in a closet, the universal joy of waking up to Mother's, "Rise and shiiine", and the thrill of scrambled eggs with left over liver in them. Yes, those were the days.
I see that you proudly display that Thesaurus so generously bequethed unto you by yours truly upon my departure. I find I rarely refer to books these days, provided for instead by the endless resources on the internet, of which Google is the most favored. Also in my reference arsenal: Answers.com and that handy dandy little desktop slide out typie thingie that comes with it. Love it. Sometimes I just gotta know.
Ok, I'm off to paint.
We made a "dome" in our living room with blue Christmas lights and candles everywhere. We actually wanted to make a tent but our ceiling is too high and we didn't have enough material.
Woo...like the sound of that dome!
Flo:
WHat kind of mangled piece of food is that? I gotta know.
egg courtesy of mike
wish i could take credit for it
haha, that is sucha joanie idea. she still has those red heart lamps...sweeet!
Must've been a trip to put all those sheets up. I like the result, though. And I'm sorry, but that egg is NOT something one should hv to see (much less eat) during a Feast of any sort! :P
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