Whirl of a weekend

So it’s been a wild and crazy few days. I’m back at work and really left wondering where in the crap the weekend went. Let’s see. Where do I even start?

• Suzanne and Michelle came into town on Thursday for the festival I still call Fan Fair. (What is the actual name these days, anyway?) So my house became home base. This means that they were coming home when I was asleep or at work and going out about the time I got home. So we saw each other off and on for a few hours every day. And then there was that excitement at 3 a.m. on Sunday morning when they got locked out of my house AND had to leave their car in downtown Nashville because of some missing keys and a cell phone locked inside Suzanne’s car. Fun times!

• ec redesign is in full swing, meaning I’m BUSY at work. And behind. And I had to work on stuff for the November 2008 issue at home over the weekend. Craziness. One day I hope that I will regain my life and my sanity, but I’m not planning on it.

• I got to hear some of my favorite people sing in a mini-concert at church last night. I love to see people who truly love God worship Him with their talents. And while I didn’t know some of the songs, it’s great when you hear a lyric that just hits you upside the head. Like that song Amy sang about God making a way for the Israelites through the sea, for goodness’ sake! And that He’ll do it for me. And that sometimes spending all your time asking why you have to go through something gets you nowhere. You have to go through it to get to the place He wants you to be. You have to go through it for His glory. And when Evidence sang “Streets of Gold,” I cried. (I know, who’s surprised?) But knowing this song is about Kirk’s grandma and having lost mine in the last year and knowing how important her faith was to her, this song hit the soft spot in my heart. Some days more than others, I look forward to heaven—because there won’t be anymore of this endless stumbling, hardship, and not being able to understand or see the whole picture. There won’t be pain and suffering or tears. And my faith shall be sight. So why do I spend so much time worrying about a world that’s not my home?

• I ended the weekend the way I love most: a homemade white chocolate mocha (that was actually good); lounging on the couch, petting Muffin, and nachos. Not all together, of course. Though I sometimes do have coffee with completely incongruent meals. If I could work a cute guy in there, it would have been almost perfect.

Almost. (I’m joking! Come on, guys!)