More on that in a minute. Today was crazy. I got back to Columbia and I had to run to sound check as soon as I got here. I still have yet to unpack. I've been listening to the Afters all night. And dancing around. I just could not stay still between sound check and Reunion. It's so weird because I had been exhausted all morning, but I was suddenly jumping off the walls and feeling all giddy.
About Reunion...Ben led worship tonight. He did rather well. I thought I had been freaking out last week, but this week I was just gong nuts. I had to stop and pray in the middle of worship to let myself go so God could work, and I don't know why. Garrett had an interesting message about finding God among Christians. The part I remember the best was about how dead ends are just paths you have to fight to get to again. I wonder if there's an unbeaten path waiting for me out there. Honestly, the thought is exciting. I want to see what God will do with me.
Now, the shirt in question. Callis started it this time, seriously. He threw it at me during sound check, telling me I had a free shirt when I caught it. It was a shirt for one of those off-campus apartment complexes. I put it down by my feet...and when I left the auditorium, I nonchalantly tossed it on his head.
Now, it could've ended at that. But nooo. He hides the thing in the music equipment, so while I'm sitting outside the Shack apartment after Reunion, he passes by and suddenly I've got a face full of 100% cotton. To which I say, "Oh, it's on now..." It just went downill from there. It included wrestling, underhanded tactics, and of course, flying shirtness.
And that stupid shirt is sitting on my bed right now. But only because Lou made me take it with me.
I will end on this note: Thank God for ice cream and screaming out of windows and all the words that end in "oda".
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