Heart of Worship

Is it weird/abnormal that I figured out what to blog about while picking up dog-poop? I was going to blog about swimming and how it's taken away my social life, but then remembered I was having a positive attitude about that for the next month. And then Daddy told me to go pick up dog poop and it all came to me.. WALLAH! Exactly what to blog about :)

So yesterday was Sunday, right, yeah, okay. Glad we got that established :), and so I woke up as normal to go to Sunday School and Church. I actually had to get there a little bit early and sell tickets for the "Sooper Boll" (did you know NFL sues people for saying a "Super Bowl" party since they have a copyright on it?? I didn't) party that my youth group puts on as a fundraiser. Then I went upstairs to Sunday School and blah blah blah. I wasn't going to stay for 11:00 church, I kinda wanted to go home and chill, but I decided to stay. And boy, am I glad I did.

First of all, they played like 3 of my favorite songs! I was like "oh my goodness I love this one too"! And the sermon was about over-coming upsetting circumstances. Which I'm pretty sure anybody and everybody coulda related too. Our youth-row (second row on the left!) really seemed to get into it, and it was really amazing. I don't think there was anything exceptionally different about that Sunday morning, but it was really cool regardless.

God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day. (Psalm 46:5)

And then when I went to drive home the song "Heart of Worship" was playing on KSBJ. Totally fit.

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You
All about You, Jesus

That night at MYF we had an "Olympic" theme. It consisted of relay races, and team-effort games. Renee, Cody and I were on a team (called the 'territories of the purple cool kids') along with some junior high kids. One of the girls in our group was kinda different (not sure exactly what she has), so it was kind of challenging to work with her and make sure she felt included. But at the end of the night when she was smiling because our group won the silver medal (aka a red ribbon with a silver wrapped piece of chocolate), it made all the patience it took and re-explaining worth it. I left feeling really good about myself (except for the part of me that was worried about Alexei who got hurt).