MANGER BABIIIEEES
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so boone ohsix was AMAZING. Perfect. So happy I went.
The weather was perfect.. we had a fantastic group and it was so blessed in general. I liked staying 3 days as well. 2 was too short last year. But yea.. I read Lamentations.. (yesss... SO good) and we had some intense worship time last night after a crazy phonecall from my mother that had enormous potential ruined my trip. and my life... no exaggeration in that statement. Let me explain: I called my mom last night after seeing Glory Road because Jason encouraged me to just call her to say hello. So I went on the stairs away from everybody and she answered the phone and sounded extremely distressed. I was like "How are you?" and I knew she wasnt listening because she'd respond with "o...cleaning the kitchen.." and finally she was like "I need to talk to you." and I was like "what?" and she told me that while Tradd was on his sb beach trip.. he and some friends got involved with some 20-somthing year old dude who ended up being a con-artist.. stole Tradd's car.. and was pulled over and in the car were loads of drugs and alcohol apparently... and Tradd called my mom to come pick him up, so this morning at 4 my mom left and its 4:40 now and they still arent home. But when I got the news I was just speechless to the point where I couldn't breathe and I ran upstairs and start bawling because of ALL of the possibilities of my brother getting hurt. I was overwhelmed by fear, thankfulness, guilt, relief etc all at once and I just cried. So liz came upstairs and luckily wasnt like "WHATS WRONG?!?!? WHATS GOING ON!??" but instead was really calm and just brushed my hair and was really gentle with me. I don't think anyone else could have comforted me at that moment... I was 100% terrified by the entire situation. I'm really just thankful that Tradd is ok and he's coming home and God's protected him... gahhh... what ifs are still drowning me.
Anyways. The trip alone was so great.. I enjoyed every second.. I enjoyed the unity.. I am so overjoyed that God's presence was so evidently there... o.. what a great 4 days.
Just got a phonecall from the madre.. they are in simpsonville. *sighh..*
O and Kim is my hero.
((Oh and Evan, since you secretly read these things but you pretend that you dont... the sprinting run hug thing was like a movie. and you and morgan are the coolest people ever for greeting us today.. not that you weren't already. pshh.))
The weather was perfect.. we had a fantastic group and it was so blessed in general. I liked staying 3 days as well. 2 was too short last year. But yea.. I read Lamentations.. (yesss... SO good) and we had some intense worship time last night after a crazy phonecall from my mother that had enormous potential ruined my trip. and my life... no exaggeration in that statement. Let me explain: I called my mom last night after seeing Glory Road because Jason encouraged me to just call her to say hello. So I went on the stairs away from everybody and she answered the phone and sounded extremely distressed. I was like "How are you?" and I knew she wasnt listening because she'd respond with "o...cleaning the kitchen.." and finally she was like "I need to talk to you." and I was like "what?" and she told me that while Tradd was on his sb beach trip.. he and some friends got involved with some 20-somthing year old dude who ended up being a con-artist.. stole Tradd's car.. and was pulled over and in the car were loads of drugs and alcohol apparently... and Tradd called my mom to come pick him up, so this morning at 4 my mom left and its 4:40 now and they still arent home. But when I got the news I was just speechless to the point where I couldn't breathe and I ran upstairs and start bawling because of ALL of the possibilities of my brother getting hurt. I was overwhelmed by fear, thankfulness, guilt, relief etc all at once and I just cried. So liz came upstairs and luckily wasnt like "WHATS WRONG?!?!? WHATS GOING ON!??" but instead was really calm and just brushed my hair and was really gentle with me. I don't think anyone else could have comforted me at that moment... I was 100% terrified by the entire situation. I'm really just thankful that Tradd is ok and he's coming home and God's protected him... gahhh... what ifs are still drowning me.
Anyways. The trip alone was so great.. I enjoyed every second.. I enjoyed the unity.. I am so overjoyed that God's presence was so evidently there... o.. what a great 4 days.
Just got a phonecall from the madre.. they are in simpsonville. *sighh..*
O and Kim is my hero.
((Oh and Evan, since you secretly read these things but you pretend that you dont... the sprinting run hug thing was like a movie. and you and morgan are the coolest people ever for greeting us today.. not that you weren't already. pshh.))