Mission Hills

I used to go to this church. And while I was there, I pretty much hated it. I loathed getting up on Sunday mornings. Or at least, that's how it seemed. I always thought I hated it. I didn't fit into the youth group, people were weird, everyone was in an uproar over the right kind of worship music, the pastor was too radical, what? Romberger? No way. I scoffed quite severely the first time I heard that.

I was making some collages to take up to SPU with me in September. So, obviously I was going through lots of old pictures and laughing at people and things. It was all so amusing. And then I stumbled across a file entitled "MH."

Oh my word, can I describe to you the memories? Jumping out of moving vans and running along side, (that was one of the best moments of my life), realizing God's plan for me, falling and rolling down that rocky hill--but getting back up through a volleyball barrel roll! Lord did Sara H laugh. Karma late into the bug infested nights, and always that same obsession with OTL and Ultimate Frisbee. I have this picture of "the herd" jumping up to grabe the frisbee. Sho (oh lord, sho, that spit!) and Josh are in mid air, Adam is in this funny position about to take off, and Cole looks like he is running/leaping/stretching as far as his arm can. Egyptian Rat Race in that freaking hot tent. Oh, and the Gondola in Vail! Josh! You were so mean! Haha.

I guess, I am just writing all of this out so I don't forget it. No one who reads this will know what I am talking about--although they are some pretty funny stories if you ever want to ask. Ha. I guess I am writing all this out to explain to myself why I am going to Mardel's tomorrow. Maybe to explain to myself why I can't listen to Throne Room on Dan's cd. and because I don't want to forget, that even in the middle of those terrible years in that horrid church where I could never find a place to fit...

Well maybe I really did find a place to fit. Maybe I just never realized it until last Wednesday. Yeah. Maybe.

Sgagay,
sara