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Welcome to my blog, “Profiteor”! This will be the location where I will post updates, photos, and newsletters before, during, and after my year of service in the United Kingdom through the Young Adults in Global Mission (YAGM) of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America (ELCA), so please check in periodically to receive the most recent news.

Now, some of you may be wondering about the name of my blog (I hope you find it an intriguing title). “Profiteor” (pronounced pro-fee-tay-oar) is Latin for three different English verbs: I confess, I profess, and I praise, and these three meanings are the reason I chose “Profiteor” as the title instead of something a little more obvious. During my next year in the United Kingdom, I will be posting periodically entries and photos which will do exactly what the title suggests. I will be confessing my struggles and misconceptions; the emotions and experiences I do not yet know of. I will be professing my triumphs, learning moments, and whatever else might happen in a year. Finally I will be praising God’s glory and love experienced in the most mundane aspects of life, thousands of miles from where I grew up. These are the reasons for the unusual title, and how it will frame my future posts.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

An Unconventional Thanksgiving: November 16-19

November 16
This weekend was not what I was expecting.  Plans I made were cancelled.  New plans happened.  In the spirit of this weekend, my Sunday was exactly the same.  The youth leaders changed a bit.  One of the curates helped out at all of the youth services, and some of our youth leaders were off for the night so I ended up being in charge of the visuals for our older youth service (a new task for me).  The best part is that during lunch I had a spontaneous Skype conversation with my mom.  I have missed the sporadic calls with my mom, so this was a rare treat.

Today I am thankful for my mom and the internet that allows me to talk to her.

My mom and niece during one of our Sunday afternoon picnics in the park.  Photo credit: Amanda


November 17
This fall the house opposite of where I am staying is being renovated, which means there’s been construction going on next door for the past month.  A couple of weeks ago I was bringing pumpkin bars to work, and I ran into one of the construction workers, Ozzy, as stepped out of my house.  He made a comment about how good the bars looked, so I offered him a bar.  It started this odd friendship where we would pass each other in the morning or afternoon and have a little conversation each day.  Slowly the strangers who I saw every day became familiar faces.  Today was my friend’s last day working on the house, and I will miss our little talks.

Today I am thankful for Ozzy and our little conversations in the mornings.

I had extra pumpkin bars left, so I curled up in front of the TV with a nice cup of tea and knitting.


November 18
This morning I was eating my breakfast when I was startled by the mail dropping through the door.  (It scared me enough to make me jump in my chair.)  I went to the door to pick up the mail and started to look through the mail to see what was junk and what was for the owners of the house.  As I neared the end of the pile I noticed two card sized letters from Rwanda and the US.  I took a closer look and saw that they were, in fact, cards from Our Savior’s, my home church, and Luke, a fellow YAGM from my orientation small group.  I was touched at the time these people took out of their day to brighten mine. 

Today I am thankful for surprises and good ole snail mail from global friends.

The two cards I received.  Thanks Our Savior's and Luke for brightening my day!


November 19
This Saturday I will be spending the day in London with some co-workers (and a YAGM!) to have some training about our midweek youth groups for next term.  One of my co-workers, Caz, came into the office to talk about the logistics for the day.  Our other co-worker, Perry, and the Worship Team moved into another office in the church, and he left his Jelly Baby (a candy) container behind.  Caz and I realized how hurt Mrs. Jelly Baby must have felt about being abandoned, so we sent Perry a photo at how abandoned Mrs. Jelly Baby was feeling.


Today I am thankful for my co-workers and the adventures we have.

If you look really hard, you can see Mrs. Jelly Baby looking for the Worship and Media Team. in the office.  Photo credit: Caz

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