29 July 2014

Happy Tuesday!

I opened my eyes this morning expecting the drapes to be struggling to hold back the bright morning sun. Instead, I opened my eyes this morning and found a gray sky filled with clouds and fog. The moisture-laden early morning turned into a blue sky late morning as I sat on the observation deck at the Jordan Pond house talking with Amy about the recruiter position and winter placements for ACMNP. She is the recruitment and placement coordinator for A Christian Ministry in the National Parks so her answers to my questions were the best I was going to get. I’m planning on applying to both job openings but would take the recruiter position over a placement on the Death Valley, US Virgin Islands, or Big Bend ministry teams. The applications are due on Friday and the national staff will extend offers at the end of August.

I feel the Holy Spirit’s push to apply; however, I know sensing a call doesn't mean that my expectations will be met. Rather, it means that for whatever reason, God wants me to pursue this opportunity. What fruitful outcomes result from the application and possible process are up to God. For instance, even just talking with Amy this morning and hearing her stories, thoughts, and advice yielded some good stuff for keeping my ministry this summer in Acadia in perspective.

The big highlight post-Amy conversation was parking lot duty today. The lot became quite crowded between noon and 2:00. In fact, I’d say it was in the top five busiest days. It was a handful. On the one hand, I had a few people provided exceptionally useless feedback. On the other hand a gentleman gave me a $5 tip. I asked my manager and she told me I get to keep it. Woo who!

Edie and I closed up shop right at 6:00 and then hightailed it down to the dock at Bar Harbor. There I met up with the rest of the team and Amy for a sunset cruise on the Margret Todd—a four-masted schooner which embarks on cruises out on Frenchman Bay. Luke and I helped raise the front sail. The five of us had a jolly old time enjoying the sunset and listening to the guitarist on board play all-time favorites like “Margaritaville” and “Can't Help Falling in Love with You.” All of us put on our dancing shoes. None of the other passengers joined in on the jovial jiving, so we subdued our boogieing after making a few videos.

After the boat ride Sabrina led us back to her apartment to eat leftover ice cream from the shop she works at. I had a cone of cinnamon peach. It tasted like Christmas in Georgia.

Camera is still broken...mainly because I haven't tried to fix it. Still no picture of the day. Sorry.