So, this weekend is the Iowa City retreat. This means I won't be in Ames tonight or tomorrow morning. How does this fit into the title, you ask? I'll tell you.
Last night, I went to Salt, without a clear plan of how I was to get to Iowa City. I figured I'd just ask our favorite drummer. When I asked him, he said he had to be there really early, and he would be leaving around 11:30. I thought for a second, and realized this actually works better for me than arriving when we're actually supposed to be there (7:00, 6:00 if you want to prayer walk).
The thing is, Kirkwood wants me to take a placement exam because I never passed an English class at ISU, and I guess they don't like that. I had no idea how I was going to get out there to take it--short of asking someone if they'd mind giving up their day to drive me out and back--until last night, and I didn't even think that he'd probably have to go early. God's just working on some of the little things. I can't wait to see what He does there.
Also, this is going to be the first time I've been to the IC--other than that 7am Saturday stop at McDonalds on the way back from New Orleans that one spring break.
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