Rehearsal Camp

Rehearsal camp is over. Praise the Lord (I mean really). In all actuality, it was lots of fun. Just also lots of work and stress and exhaustion. It should also be called Boot Camp. Four days of rehearsing from 9 am to 9 pm, with two hour breaks for lunch and dinner. Now you see why it should be called boot camp.

Day one consisted of running through all the music. I mean all of it. It took the entire day to make it through all the songs. Day two was mostly solidifying the parts on several songs, trying to find which ones fit us the best. By the third day, we knew which ones we were performing for our first concert, so the rest of the week was just getting those songs locked in. The end result: 14 songs performed in concert this morning. Not bad, since this is day 5. 

We didn't really spend all our time rehearsing. Monday night Clint's family hosted us for dinner, and Thursday night Ethan's family took us in. That was really great of them. Really great for us. We came away from those nights with memories like the guacamole hot dog and the massage chair. Then there was the day when we all sang veggie tales. . . that story's probably better in person.

So basically the summary of the week is this: really hard, really fun. But let me tell you, I probably won't even touch a piano again until Sunday (if I can help it anyway).

Almost there. . .

So here I am, sitting in an airport with nothing better to do than fool around on the internet. Why, you may ask? Tour is coming.  About two months spent in a van with seven other people, driving across the country. Am I crazy? Maybe. Living out of a suitcase for most of the summer, when I could hang around home and church with my friends. Joy. But in all seriousness, I AM excited. What other way could I find to see so much of the country, so many churches full of brothers and sisters in Christ? And also, what other way would I ever get to know these people who will be/are now my teammates? I think that the fun and ministry should be worth whatever "glorious inconvenience" we experience. As someone in one of my past small groups continually said, "Praise the Lord, what an opportunity!" But I'm not there yet. Still waiting in an airport, desperately hoping that I don't get bumped from my flight.