I've been hauling scrap metal. That makes me sound tough! My parents rented a moving van to move my sister's stuff (she's moving home at the end of the month, for now we're just bringing some things up). So while we had the capacity, we got rid of some scrap metal we had around. We don't have a pick-up or anything useful for hauling normally. And we got more money than we thought we would, so that was fun, though some hard work.
I did get to go to church yesterday, and I'm hoping to be able to get a ride so I can go regularly. Because I don't have a car, I don't get to go to my home church often and I miss it. It was to nice to see people, though I felt embarassed because a few people thought I was new or a visitor. Ah, well.
Erika was kind enough to give me a ride, and she also enjoyed it. It was extremely different from what she was used to, and I appreciated her ability to see the beauty in it anyway. We Christians often prefer the familiar. I know, because in college I made a point to visit many different types of churches, to connect with more aspects of the Body, and sometimes I felt uncomfortable, but it stretched me so now I feel comfortable (and enjoy) worshipping whether it be with quiet solemnity or people screaming and crying, rock music or organ fare (or not at all), etc. So long as it's a genuine expression of Christ's church, it is good. (Though I admit to having preferences!)
I shall not be able to get online until late tomorrow night, which makes me sad. It makes me realize how much I love and adore the internet. Gosh, I wish I had something profound and amazing to share with you... but I don't. Sorry. I love you all, and will miss you. (I know, I know it's just 36 hours. But it sounds awful!)
I miss comments. A few weeks ago I got like comments on every other post. I haven't had a comment in almost a week. So if you want to comment, you will make me smile!