Bruce and I had a FUN but CRAZY weekend! We both had pretty busy weeks at work last week so the fun and relaxing weekend was definitely welcomed.
Our weekend started with a visit from one of our friends from Indiana. Beau was in Bruce and I's wedding last December and while we were in college we saw Beau on a weekly basis! So it was so good to see him and catch up! First Bruce took us to an local old fashioned hamburger place...it is one of those places you know is going to be good before even walking through the door. And it was good, really good. We probably finished our meal in less than 15 minutes but we stayed at the restaurant for over 2 hours talking. Beau is reading the book Crazy Love by Francis Chan, and I read the book about two years ago. We had fun talking about which parts of the book spoke to us and convicted us about our love f
or God. Do I always live my life with crazy love for Christ? No. And thinking about the way I love Christ, and the way I live my life is something that needs to be in the forefront of my mind at all times. It was a great reminder. Then we talked about 'where we were' when September 11th happened. September 11th is the first day that I remember everything about. You know, those days where you'll never forget because of the tragedy experienced. It was good for us to talk and remember.
After the burger place, Beau suggested we go to Laser Quest. It did not take much convincing for Bruce and I to pop the address in our GPS and head over there. I love being a kid! Bruce and I picked out code names for each other when we got there. He was 'prancing pony' and I was 'twinkle toes." It was pretty great. Once we got in the dark pit of the laser war, I got pretty into it. I kept saying, "I come in peace," and then I would hold up a peace sign. This was my strategy to keep from being shot. Let's just say when it is pitch black, it is hard to see a peace sign. I did end up making an alliance with a 50 year old lady. (You can tell she had played before!) She had the best hiding place; it the highest spot in the pit so she could shoot people from above without getting hit. Somehow when I was up there, I still managed to get hit a time or two. I ended up taking 5th place out of about 15 people...not bad. Except Beau got 1st place and Bruce got 3rd! Luckily they did not rub it in the entire night.
I was ready to turn in after Laser Quest, but the boys had another adventure on their minds. And like most guys it had to do with food. I mean yes, we had already ate dinner, but that was at least 3 hours ago. So apparently in guy world you need to eat every 3 hours. So we went to In and Out Burger. I was way to stuffed from my first burger experience to get another burger, but I did share a neapolitan shake with Bruce. (I also tried a bite of his burger, and shared some of Beau's fries...which were amazing!) The cool thing was, the workers at In and Out Burger were like the workers at Chick-fil-a. You know the kind of workers I mean, people who are actually happy to be at work. It was awesome! Sure enough Beau explained why the workers were so awesome. Like Chick-fil-a, In and Out Burger is owned by a Christian. They pride themselves on friendly staff members. Another cool thing was that there were scriptures on the hats and the fry containers. It is cool that the people of In and Out Burger what to encourage others in their walks with Christ. After our second burger of the night we turned in. I went straight to sleep! I'm so glad we got to spend time with Beau. I hope we begin to make solid friendships here in Dallas, community is so important.
Saturday, Bruce and I went to IKEA. Whoa, talk about sensory overload. I had no i
dea a furniture store could be that big and have so many things to see and buy. I could do some serious damage in that store. We came out with a sofa and a small kitchen table. I was pumped, because up to that point I had been living with no furniture for 4 weeks. Not a huge deal, but it was definitely nice to have a couch and chair to sit on! I'll have to take some pictures soon, so I can show the world:)
Sunday was nice and pretty low key. We went to church (I love this church) and heard a great speaker, met a lovely lady, and got to worship in community. Bruce and I are going to a meeting next week to get plugged into a community group. I am so excited, I hope that it all works out. (We drive about 30 min to church, so we are hoping there is a community group which meets a little closer to where we live.) I also got to make some cards for family and friends on Sunday. I already LOVE sending cards to friends, but I decided this weekend that card-making is going to be one of my new hobbies. The first batch were not too impressive, but hopefully I'll get better with time and practice. The most interesting part of our Sunday was when Bruce and I went to Tom Thumb. It was getting pretty late, because I had been pushing off going to the store all day, and Bruce was not supposed to go with me because he had some reading to finish for his DTS class, but luckily I talked him into going with me! So when we got there it was like
any old regular shopping trip, then as we are trying to find a can of tuna (I never buy tuna, so I had no idea where it was) we hear all sorts of shouting. I automatically get scared and run to the back doors of the grocery store (where the shipments come in.) I know that the shouting is coming from someone who is angry and is saying something about 'not calling the police.' I just keep thinking this cannot be good. All the while Bruce is trying to calm me down, and we see more people flocking towards the back of the store and telling us not to go up there. No one knew if he had a weapon or not, but everyone knew he was crazy. He began knocking things over and yelling at the store workers, after about 5 minutes of this craziness the police showed up. It took 6 policemen to get this guy on the ground and get him out to the police car. Bruce and I helped the store workers pick up all the groceries the man threw everywhere. What was weird was a rosary and a little pocket Bible was mixed in with all the mess. It belonged to the guy (who we found out was trying to rob a car, and then rob the store). When we walked out to our car, of course the police car with the robber in it was right next to our car. I got directly in the car and Bruce put the groceries in the trunk. It was such a weird and scary experience; almost something straight out of the movies. I keep thinking about that man though, and I feel sorry for him. He looked like a kid, so lost. I prayed for him that night. I hope the Lord works in his life.
There is a lot of hopelessness in Dallas. I pray that God can use Bruce and I in this community to serve and love others. To show them there is hope in Christ.
Missing Indiana family and friends! Love you!
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