Beirut

Did you hear the thunder yesterday? And on Tuesday? I did. In fact, on Tuesday, our power went out.

I went down to clean my room and listen to my stereo (I have batteries thanks to the 2nd altos!) But it seemed so wrong that I turned around and went back upstairs to the living room and just sat on the couch listening to the rain pound the patio just outside the screen door. Suddenly, the rain stopped, and my mom mentioned something she left out on the patio while she got ready to BBQ. Hey, I thought, no rain, I'll run out to get it. I stepped gingerly out from under our overflowing gutters and then raced to grab... whatever it was. BAM! A huge clap of thunder that made me scream and jump and flail like a madman. I ran back into the house and stood there gasping for composure. My mom looked up from her chair with a sad smile and just murmured,

"I guess this is what it's like in Lebannon. Except all day. And we aren't underground."

I just sat on the couch for the rest of the storm, listening to the boom of thunder and watching our fence sway back and forth. And every time the lightning sent flashes of brilliance through our house, I couldn't help thinking. What if that was the neighbor's house, just destroyed? And there were sirens. So many sirens. What if they were to rescue people trapped under the rubble from the latest boom that was really a rocket not something so awesome as thunder?

Yesterday I was at work, and we were setting up Clue when the thunder started again. And Coy asked me why I jumped and kept looking out the window.

I don't know. But for some reason, I was glad when the rain started again, and it was just another thunderstorm.

Shalom and Salaam,
sara

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

Hello

I really will update soon, I promise. Hopefully sometime today in fact.

World Cup Final

this was the best video I could find out there. It is pretty funny. If you know what happened in the final between Zidane and Materrazi that is. areeviderchi! sara

Well

I am angry. About love and peace.


isn't that ironic, Nathan?