I caught some extra Z's on the drive up to the mountain early Monday morning, as I didn't get much shut eye the night before. Once we arrived, tickets were distributed, gear was obtained, and my first boarding lesson began shortly after I had everything strapped on. The lesson proved to be quite helpful and afterwards I felt fairly confident in my newly acquired knowledge and experience to get down the "bunny-hill". The first day up there was amazing. I loved it. My body... not so much. The next morning I felt like I had collided with a train and I found myself decorated with some oddly shaped spots of blue and purple. Despite my aches, I trooped out for what I thought would be another epic afternoon of boarding. Hah, I realize this now as I type this out that I promised in my previous post not to injure or break any part of me. Sadly, although that had been written in jest, I had an unfortunate accident that second afternoon that resulted in the fracture of my right wrist. Unlike my rebel roommate Malayne, who decided against the support of wrist guards and was also broken by the mountain, I instead sported the guards, and now have a small, shattered memento of the plastic that leaves me in this casted prison for only 6 weeks, rather than much, much longer.

Even though the rest of the week up the mountain I had to stay inside the chalet for most of the time, I had a lot of fun hanging out with the other gimps: Malayne (broke the same wrist as me) and Tom (who had broken his ankle just the week before our trip), as well as those who were taking a break from the mountain slopes. I somehow managed to go tubing one of the nights with my cast as well. I wasn't too confident in my skills of ripping down those hills-hanging on with only one hand, but surprisingly it worked, and I had a blast! Chapels during the evenings were really good. Sometimes we would all talk for hours. A lot was brought up and dealt with, and I think for most of us, those late night talks provided us with some answers and relief of sharing what's been on our hearts and minds this last while and as we looked back on the first semester.

We got back to Crofton Friday evening, but due to the heavy fog that had settled throughout our area, we were advised to not make the long drive out to Lake Cow, so no youth this week.
This weekend has been full of course work and pre reading for our upcoming Christian Theology course that we start Tuesday morning. I'm trying to remain in high spirits over my broken wrist, but I've been getting pretty frustrated with this new inability to accomplish things that I previously had no troubles with. I'm coping with the showers every other day or so, and I've begun to master the technique of eating, teeth brushing, and high-lighting with my left hand. I've just started today to be able to somewhat grip things with my right fingers, my thumb has not been so willing to cooperate since the incident. I am thankful though that the swelling has finally started to go down, and that the throbbing pains are beginning to decrease as well. Prayer that I will not let this accident get me down, and that I will continue to heal quickly so that I can get back into the swing of things, start up my training for India again and relieve my third roommate Jesse from this inconvenience and the hassles that coincide with living in a room with two needy gimps would be awesome.

Wow, I am quite impressed with the amount I have typed here, and by typed I mean finger pecked:) I have three other assignments to finish up before tomorrow so I should probably get back to work. Blessings!
Jayme

Our lovely abode

Lunch break

Signing the guest book left handed...

Here we go again..

Reunions. Depending on the person, the word can generate different feelings or sentiments that can be either positively memorable or completely terrifying. In the case of seeing my fellow "Kaleoers" again it was amazingly positive! It brought me great joy to see all of their smiling faces again and just catch up to date on their lives once more and hear their stories over the break.

We started off our week with our Theology of Mission course, with Tim Stabell as our professor. The week flew by, and I appreciated Tim's way of approaching the subject and his knowledge concerning mission, as well as hearing all about his own stories from his personal experiences of being a missionary in the Congo. Several times each class Tim would tell us about a different country in the world and provide us with little tid-bits of info concerning the tensions and hardships that they are currently going through. We would then take time as a class, or in small groups to pray for these nations and bring these concerns before God. I really enjoyed learning about these countries and it really opened my eyes to hear about what else is going on in our world.

Youth group started up in Lake Cow again this past Friday. We had a massive turn out, around 17 kids or so, which is pretty huge for our youth. The night went really really well, and I had a lot of fun seeing our kids again and hearing bits and pieces on what they had done over the break. A couple new faces as well, which was encouraging to see that some of them are already starting to bring out friends in this new year. The sugar-popcorn near the end of the night, may not have been the best idea, the kids devoured the entire bowl within minutes and were soon bouncing off the walls...

Over all though, great night. I am excited to see how God will be working through us as leaders and in the lives of our LC youth over the rest of this year!

As I write this, Malayne has finally fallen asleep-I have no idea how... considering Jesse and I are still rummaging about our room trying to pack everything for our Mt Washington trip tomorrow. Yes, I, Jayme Adams will be embracing the slopes and trying my utmost to not injure or break anything as I attempt some boarding action as well as some skiing thrown in as well over these next five days. Goodness! FIVE days...My fellow friends here found it shocking that I was not a decent skier/boarder considering the mountain is right by my hometown. I admit, I have some serious butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I think about the week ahead. But I will be joined by some other "mountain-noobs," and that is somewhat comforting to know that I will not be alone in this new endeavor...:)

Alright, I really need to throw my gear in my bag and try to get at least a couple hours of shut eye before we have to be up and away by 5:00am. Prayer for safety up the mountain would be greatly appreciated as well as for our Kaleo group as we will be partaking in some evening discussions and bonding times up the mountain. Pray that we would continue to be open with each other, and that everyone will be able to share what's been on their hearts and be honest and real with one another. Oh, and health wise as well! As some of us are still getting over colds and nasty coughs that have continued to plague us through the winter break.

Much love,

Jay