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I’m writing this post alone in a cafe at the airport in Denver, CO before I call the shuttle service to take me to my hotel so I can go to a business casual conference for Jesus. I feel afraid. This was after aggressively sweating on the flight over. But like I wasn't hot. Very temperate climate in that plane. Just unexplained excessive underarm sweat. Also I think there's fingernails in my turkey wrap. On the plus side the fingernail wrap came with a surprise cookie. 

Remember the senior project I spent 50% of my last post complaining about? GUESS WHAT I COMPLETED IT YESTERDAY. After weeks of being in the self-imposed senior project prison, I turned in the final copy and I felt like an elephant got up from sitting on my face. AND I think I may have even tricked my advisor into thinking it’s good. So if anyone is looking for a free woman hmu.

OK SERIOUSLY WHAT IS SO CRUNCHY IN THIS TURKEY WRAP. THERE SHOULD NOT BE CRUNCHIES IN HERE. Lord, hear my cry. 

My worst fear is starting to come true. I got my first taste of feeling like I'm losing my Spanish. This is actually my worst fear and I cannot let this go on. BECAUSE IF I LOSE IT I CAN'T SPEAK TO MY CHILEANS ANYMORE WHICH IS ACTUALLY THE WORST THING I CAN IMAGINE. help help help. But don't worry because classic God saw my sadness and 3 days later sent an Argentinian man to the rescue. I went camping with my family in Yosemite and God dropped a solo traveling man named Roberto on a motorcycle with nowhere to sleep at our campsite. I got to speak Spanish with him all night and regained a small amount of my confidence back and weep over how beautiful his accent was. Moments like those is when I realize that sometimes God does stuff just because he knows we would love it. Like what are the chances of that. Seriously. And now that I have a life again (post senior project) I'll be able to start putting my Spanish to use again. YO CHUY EXPECT A PHONE CALL SOON.

A couple weekends ago Johnny May took all the current Young Life team leaders and future team leaders to an overnight at a pal's winery down south. We ate together and laughed and affirmed each other and cried a lot. Like if anyone is in the search for ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL PEOPLE INSIDE AND OUT there's a hot market in San Luis Obispo.

This past weekend was my everything. My Chilean homestay mom, Marjo, was in San Diego for work so after SHE GOT TO COME STAY WITH MY FAMILY AND SEE MY WORLD. And I brought one of my best pals Julia to come see it too. I took them to all the classic San Clemente spots and then I strapped backpack chairs on them and we had a *~beach day~* until 2 drunk guys started hitting on Marjo and invited us to a naked rave where we paint our bodies like dinosaurs. Tempting. Next time. Sunday morning I got to bring Marjo and Julia to my best pal Laura's house in San Diego and I got to have breakfast with my best friend since age 3, one of my best pals from college, and my Chilean mom. LIKE COULD THAT BE ANY MORE SPECIAL. NO. And then I dropped Marjo off at the airport and came home and on Monday we had a bbq at my house. I LOVE COOKING MEATS WITH MY FRIENDS YOU GUYS. Also I have extremely musically talented friends who played music for us all night. Yes there was a cello in my home. Wanna know how many things I love more than watching friends play music for friends? NOT MANY THINGS. And oh I could actually start weeping at this part. Our neighbors behind us that we don't know heard what was going on and popped their heads over the fence and asked if they could come over. IN JESS JANSENS OPINION THIS IS WHAT BRINGING HEAVEN ON EARTH IS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE. Being with people and doing things that create something that people are attracted to and want to be a part of and then welcoming them in with open arms when they come regardless of who they are. Ugh. Speciaw fwiends.

***another V special God moment*** I helped out at the Young Life fundraising banquet and started chatting with one of the sweet, sweet elderly couples there. The sweet, sweet woman asked me if I worked at Tahoe Joe's and I said YES. This couple had come in over a year ago to Tahoe Joe's where I was their waitress and I guess somehow I had talked about my Young Life kids with them and she said she's been praying for me and my girls as "the waitress at Tahoe Joe's" because she couldn't remember my name. I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER HAVING THAT CONVERSATION WITH HER. Now all I can think of is how there could be people praying for us that we have no idea about. I told her she can go right on ahead and start cc'ing those prayers to God's office in Santa Barbara in just a few months. Ugh, sweet Evelyn.

Just blown away by how wonderful humans are this month. I don't know how I could ever say enough thank you's to Jesus for that. So sorry for the excessive caps lock in this one.

Gonna go slip into some business casual now. Bye everyone.