Fridays

I think the first few nights we do this it's gonna be hard. We all arrive before time to start, probably feeling on edge, a few of us handling the last of the sound/decorative details. As the clock rounds 8:00pm, a couple of people walk in, and then a couple more. Someone announces it's time, the lights go out, and we begin. Begin what? What we've all been trained for, prepared for, hoped for. We have nothing to really compare it to, save for our own experiences throughout this small world. The things that have left a mark on who we are today. I know we are more than ready. And this year, being a year of change, is just the right temp and environment for such an endeavor. It's like the Lord has opened the door to a great, big mansion w/ passages and hidden rooms, and secret wealth. We don't have to do anything but be a child within the boudaries He's given us. So, I'm excited, tired, anticipating, a little fearful, all mixed in with some typical amy fierceness/i don't care. Count on probably the preparation meetings doubling until we get started or at least those of you who can come. I think the next wise decision would be to put expresso machines in each household. ;)