Part 1:
I’ve been itching to write a blog post for at least five
days now. I’m happy to finally have a moment to breathe. And oh, how breathing
feels so good right now, as I’m sitting again a big tree in a park, with the
clear blue sky above me and the Spring breeze whistling through the trees.
I think this might be long, so prepare yourself for a rambly
narrative with far too much detail.
It all started on Wednesday night (I guess early Thursday)
at 3am. I got picked up at 3:30 to drive a family to the airport and then drive
their car back. I went back to their house and was able to squeeze in an hour
or so of sleep before I had to wake up, feed the dogs, and head to work. By the
time I got off work, 5 hours of babies screaming at me (they were having a
Monday, on a Thursday), all I wanted to do sleep off an ever-growing headache.
But atlas, I went back to the house and let the dogs out, then headed down to
the school to see if anyone had survived the last of their finals. I wasn’t
surprised to find few survivors, just Hannah and Charli. It seemed that there
were no plans for the day, bummer. I went to the apartment and loaded the car
with enough clothes and food to last me the two weeks I’d be gone.
As I carried heavy bag after heavy bag, my headache grew and
grew. I finally sat down for a couple minutes and contemplated sleeping instead
of hanging out with anyone. Then I saw Charli post on the class page about
taking part in the 40 Days of Life prayer vigil. This was something I had
really wanted to be a part of, so I grabbed my stuff and headed back to the
apartments. We were hoping to recruit other people, yet sadly no one responded
so we headed out. It was a nice drive to Pullman, the perfect gloomy rainy day.
We met Nate in front of Planned Parenthood and began to pray together. I had
never done anything like this, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. But we just
stood together and took turns praying for an hour. It was beautiful. Halfway
through, a group of people (I think they were Catholic, as they sounded like they
were praying rosary) began praying on the other side of the parking lot
entrance. It got really cold and rained on us, but I didn’t care. I’m so thankful
I was able to be a part of such an amazing movement.
As we were driving home, I noticed my headache was gone and
I felt completely rejuvenated. Somehow, I always manage to be amazed by the
Lord’s work, even though I should never doubt His capabilities anyway. On the
way home, Charli’s apartment decided to host a Juno movie night for their
screenwriting class. When we were setting up, we realized Rachel had taken her
DVD drive with her. But aha, not all was lost. We decided to watch Tallulah, a
very similar movie, in style and characters, to Juno. It ended up only being
our two apartments watching, but Leaf showed up not long after it started. We all
chatted for a bit after the movie, but that’s another thing. I had to head to
the house to prepare for Friday’s adventures. Charli and Hannah decided to come
with me and keep me company as I made cookies for the long drive. Thank
goodness they came too, as I was so tired that I started crying when I couldn’t
find a hand mixer or parchment paper. Charli just about saved me from having a
full-on cookie meltdown. We finally went to bed, snugged into a big king size
together. I never appreciated how comforting it is to sleep with other people,
especially when you’ve been sleeping in a big house alone.
To be continued...
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