It's all about Shortcake

So I guess you can say I have been slightly in denial about the fact that I am moving to some degree and that my roommate is getting married in two weeks - crazy. While I am beyond excited for her (SarahBeth) and Jeremy – I think somehow I have just kind of thought this day was really far off and not just right around the corner. However, it a reality to me Monday while I was home with pink eye and in just one day I watch her pack up over half of our apartment and sorted as to what was going to storage and what was going to their new place. Kind of crazy her ability to get so much stuff packed and organized in just a few short hours but she did it and 1424 was no more. Granted we both still live there thru the 12th of March, but it doesn’t feel like home anymore it is kind of weird now.

Thankfully even though I have kind of been in this denial state for several months now – God is amazing and my living situation worked out. A wonderful Watermark family is allowing me to live in their garage apartment for 3-4months until I get things figured out more permanently. So I will be living in the M Streets for a few months! I am very thankful that once again in spite of me God provided for me just another little reminder of His constant sovereignty.

Even though I know I should start packing up my room to match the rest of our apartment, I just can’t bring myself to do it. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that even though I like change it is hard for me, this is the longest I have lived some place since my parents and I moved out of our Horseshoe Bend house, and I just don’t think I can handle living among the ciaos for several weeks. Not to mention I know I don’t have to be out of the apartment until the 29th of March, so once again I think I am kind of in denial about the fact that the 29th of March is a month away. May-be if I write it out it will be more real but my ideal goal is to move out of 1424 no later than the 21st of March so that will leave me a week to clean and move last minute things. So as the 21st of March approaches – why don’t you ask me if I am packed and ready to move?

So this past weekend Stacy (my co-leader for my 7th grade girls) and I spent all weekend with our 7th grade girls at an in town event called DTown. For those of you who don't know DTown is like a Disciple Now Weekend - all the leaders and kids stay in one house all weekend and the weekend is filled with bible studies, crazy skits, junk food, and great messages.

So last night I was reminded how crazy I get during the spring season – for one reason tornados. So growing up in Wichita Falls, Tx (the center of tornado ally) I should be completely use to and immune to the sound of tornado sirens like everyone else I know. However, that is the farthest thing from the truth. When the sirens go off anytime with the exception of the 1st Monday or Wednesday (depending on what city you live in) of the month at noon – I am freaking out. For as long as I can remember tornados have been one of my greatest fears in life. I have thought as I have gotten older my fear would lessen, but so far that has not been the case.

So even though Dallas was never officially put under a tornado warning last night, the sirens still sounded and that is enough to put me in a sheer state of panic. I think my face said it all for SarahBeth and Jeremy, and if that didn’t when I went to my closet and put on tennis shoes and a fleece ready to go to shelter did. Growing up in the middle of tornado ally that is one thing you learn you never go to shelter without tennis shoes because if it is actually a tornado you don’t want to be walking around in the debris with just flip flops on. After realizing that Dallas wasn’t under a tornado warning and I didn’t need to be making friends with any of my first floor neighbors, I did relax a little but I will admit I left my tennis shoes on for the rest of the night until I crawled into bed sometime after the second just cruel, since the storms had actually passed, round of sirens around 11pm – sadly I have even been known to sleep in my tennis shoes a time or two. Normally, I make it at least into the first week of March without hearing the sound that just makes me stop dead in my tracks, but they sounded them last night. Looks like I am in for another long roller coaster of a spring in Texas. So as a general rule if the tornado sirens go off and you can’t find me you should probably look for me hiding in whatever nearest shelter I have found that should keep me safe.