Wednesday, August 30, 2006
I'm a missionaries helper.....
This song was a long time joke between my parents and the Frakes. Don't ask why, because I will embarass myself by not knowing the answer. Here's why I titled my post as such. While in DC a few weeks ago, I felt a HUGE calling there. It is my favorite city in the world, so it can't be a coincidence that I got the oppurtunity to go and do missions there can it? So, maybe that's the reason. So, I was talking to my dad about this and he told me that at 17, I can apply to get my ministerial license. I have taken great thought to this and I think I am going to go for it. Not only will I have a good head start on the whole missions thing, I get a bunch of good perks, like the right to perform funerals. So, I am going to pray about it some more and see what I can find in the reading department of the requirements. Leave me some comments to let me know what you think.
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7 comments:
haha, liz. Can you imagine? "Ma'am in the likely event that this appendectomy will kill you, here's my card...."
"...And if you can prove if you were my patient and act now, you can get a 10% discount!"
You all are sick, Sick, SICK!!!
You mean, bright as me telling my patients to "walk towards the light"?
Well, Liz, if it turns out being something serious (the wheezing) you know where to go for your one stop shopping needs.
Call 1-800-Rebecca
roflpmplol
does "roflpmplol" translate to what I think it does?
"rolling on floor laughing, peeing my pants, laughing out loud"
You are too much!!
yes, liz, indeed it does. lol
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