Sunday, February 26, 2012

Concerts, Visits, And Adventures

So uhm I pretty much had the best and most packed weekend ever. I spent all of it with my youth group (again) and had so much fun!

So Stephen, who was supposed to visit Friday, gave us a surprise visit on Wednesday! That was great. Then on Friday we went to a place called Sky Walk which is like an entire room full of trampolines. We had a great time and hung out after. We sang obnoxious songs, danced while in the car, yelled at people, and were just all together crazy.

Saturday the Newsboys came to my town and my friend and I went to see them. My friend is in love with the lead singer Michael Tait. It was an amazing concert. We had front row seats, we touched one of the guys from Anthem Lights, we held Abandons guitar, and we could smell Michael Tait as he walked by. It was an amazing performance and the bands were great.

Sunday we had our usual shenanigans. Went to lunch, traveled all around town, got yelled at for running while in Toys R Us, and really never knew where we were going half the time. We found some free stuff on the side of the road so we picked it up and put it on our friends porch rang the doorbell and left. It was very entertaining to us.

There is one very interesting thing that I learned today. One of my good friends actually doesn't like to be touched. Now if you know me, you would know that I am a very touchy person, overwhelmingly, and awkwardly. Now its not in like a creeper way its more of a loving way. This was a huge surprise to me, but she said something very encouraging to me. She said, "Chlels, I actually don't like to be touched, but I let you because I love you, and I know it makes you comfortable." Uhm how amazing is that?! Only a real friend would do that. Real friends accept all your strangeness because that is how much they love you. Being blessed with a friend that is willing to feel uncomfortable to make sure that I'm comfortable, that is rare.





Amazing weekend, amazing friends, I'm just so blessed.

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