Well, another weekend has passed with much to say. Why does everything happen on the weekends?
Anyway, the power went out in my room Sunday night at around 11. I went downstairs and tried to figure out which circuit breaker it was, but the power wouldn't come back. I thought it was another faulty breaker. Yesterday, I told my dad, and he went out and replaced the two breakers we thought it might be. When flipping all of the breakers, nothing got the power back on, and I realized that everything that was off was all plugged in to the same extension cord. It had just come unplugged. I felt stupid for a while after that.
Sunday morning, my dad took me to Valley Church in West Des Moines--he's very supportive of my faith. I saw someone who looked just like Pastor Troy--at least, from a distance--and wondered if that was really him--and why he would be going to Valley Church--but I never caught up with him after the service.
During the worship, my dad surprised me by singing along. I was sure he wasn't a believer, but he sang along. I nearly cried with joy because of it. That may or may not mean anything, but some of the other people around weren't singing, but the worship at Valley Church is very muted compared with Cornerstone. And later, my dad further surprised me by referencing the talk! I didn't even catch it at first, but he pointed it out to me. I feel a little bad that I haven't talked to him about it yet, but when I do, I'm sure he'll keep surprising me.
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