Code Orange, Growing Church, And Omg, What Did I Do?

First thing’s first: Mom and I finally saw Pastor Steven at the home church last Saturday (third time’s the charm, right?)  It was a great message.  I loved the chill vibe he was giving off.  Saturday service is awesome.

This month, my church’s second campus opened!  Second campus here, where I live that is.  We had a little get together, everyone who moved from the first campus.  We talked about the vision and how volunteering was going to look (like, where we were going to set up, how things were going to run, all that jazz).IMG_3155

Then, it was time for Code Orange Revival.  The last one was back in 2012 (which, fun fact, was where the people who started the campus got the idea to actually start one).  Code Orange Revival is ten days of different speakers/pastors.  This year, we had Joyce Meyer, Christine Cane, John Gray, Levi Lusco, and a few others I can’t remember.  It was a very heavy, exhausting ten days.  Ten days of hearing back to back preaching, with hardly any time to process what you heard the night before.  But it was good.  At least you can go on YouTube and listen to them, after you’ve had a nice, week long nap.IMG_3214

A lady that Mom volunteers with asked if we wanted to go to the live recording of the church’s new worship album (which happened one of the ten days).  So, the four of us (including the lady’s son), drove down to North Carolina.  I have to be honest, though, it wasn’t what we expected.  We waited in line, outside, for eight or so hours, and towards the end of waiting, people kept cutting in front of us (since we got there early, we were at the front of the line).  “My friend was holding my spot,” they would say.  No, they weren’t, but if that makes you feel better, be my guest.

We got pretty good seats, a few rows up from where the pastor sits.  We could see the stage perfectly.  But, the downside was the atmosphere.  Instead of it feeling like a worship setting, it felt like a concert.  Instead of feeling like people were worshiping, it felt like people were there just to say they were there.  I felt like the band was just going through the motions, playing the same songs, the same way they played every Sunday, the same way (you have a CD with twelve songs, and yet you only play the same three every other week, rotating in which order you play them).IMG_3314

I wasn’t the only one who felt like that.  Mom and the other lady felt it too.  Her son loved it though, and that made me happy.  I don’tregret going.  I went once, I don’t have to do it again.IMG_3362

With the new campus opening, I figured this would be a great chance to do something I had been wanting to do forever: I got my hair cut.  I met a girl at church who works in a salon, so I just decided to take the plunge.  I also did something else new: I got it cut short.  I mean, it’s short.  To be honest, I didn’t like it, mostly because it was a big change. But, it’s growing on me (ba dum chh- get it?  Hair?  Growing?  On my head?).

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So, that’s it for this month.  Gee, a lot went on!  At least I had something to talk about.

Trying Something New

So, because my life doesn’t really have anything going on in it right now, I have decided to change up my posting schedule.  I’m going to post once at the end of each month, so I have something to talk about, and the whole month in one place.  I most like will not stick to this, but I’m going to try anyway.

I wanted to wait until the new year, but then I changed my mind, because I’m indecisive and I change my mind on a whim.

So, I shall see you at the end of next month.

 

The Color War Of 2016: A Melting Crayon DIY

I did this back in February.  I’m surprised I never mentioned it.

So I saw this thing on Pinterest where you hold a hair dryer up to crayons to make them melt and you can splatter the wax all over the place, mainly on your hands, but sometimes, on paper.

Mom and I attempted it.  We used small, wood pieces.  This was my final creation.  I love it!  I’ve kept it on my dresser.

You should totally try it!  Mine didn’t come out the way the pictures show it, but it never does.  It came out my way.

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Is That A Scale On My Arm?

img_1897I never told you I got bit!  This was back in April.  Yeah, I picked this guy up to save him, and he just chomped down on my thumb.  It didn’t hurt, really.  His tiny teeth reminded me of one of those black clips that you clip on papers (the ones with the two things that you flip down…you know what I mean).  But he did tighten his grip a couple of times (that’s a skink by the way).  Mom finally got him off by gently pulling.  He didn’t want to let go at first, but he finally gave up and Mom put him in a safe place.

The cats probably got him later.

Love Week Update

On Sunday, everyone (and I pretty much mean everyone) packed food to send overseas.

On Monday, Mom and I sorted food for Feeding America.  Then, we served dinner to teen moms at Straight Street.

On Thursday, we walked on a trail and cut down branches that bikers could run into.

On Saturday, Mom and I, and group, walked around a neighborhood and handed out free smoke detectors to anyone who needed one (or three) for the Red Cross.

It was actually pretty eventful.  And a lot of fun.  I must say, Mom and I discovered more of Roanoke than we knew existed.

All’s Fair In Love And Rollercoasters

Mom, myself, and a couple of my friends went to the Salem Fair.  It was alright.  I rode some rides I wouldn’t have, had it just been Mom and I.

Next week is Love Week at church.  It’s a week of helping out with charities and non-profits.

“But Sarah, shouldn’t the church be helping charities out all the time?”

Yes, and we do, but this for a whole week.  Every day something will be going on (multiple things, really).

I’ve signed up for a few things.  I’ll see what I can do on my days off.

 

Bragging Rights

Yeah, so, we totally had bragging rights this Sunday. I know, I know, humble thyself before the Lord.

Some people were mad and complained about their teammates.  We just smiled and nodded.

Honestly, we didn’t really say much.  People congratulated us, and some wore their bandanas.

All in good fun, right?  Right.

(We still won, though).