So we had tickets to the Mercy Me concert last night. It was good and I enjoyed it, but they didn't engage me as much as I thought they would. I'm not sure what I was expecting! I did love hearing "I can only imagine" performed live, though.
We had great church services today as well. I walked out feeling so full and uplifted, not that I was in some deep depression before. I don't know; it was just nice! Tonight, our missionary from the Phillippines, Diana, spoke about what's been going on with her for the past year. She is this cute, tiny little woman, and she's been over there by herself doing very controversial things and trusting people she doesn't know in a world entirely different from her home here. Listening to her stories and looking at her pictures... well, it made me realize that I'm really not brave at all.
Sometimes I think that I want a life that breaks the mold. What would it be like to throw my conventional existence to the wind, and move to Brazil or Russia to be a missionary? I wish I had more than one life to live, so I could try different things without lasting consequences. But I also want to live in relative safety, to have 2.5 kids and a dog and a house with a front yard and a big porch, and to go to church and cook dinner for my friends and family. I guess that wins out over wild adventures. For today, anyway.
I heard from Megan, my friend in jail for murder. She sent me a long letter, and a very detailed one at that. She really opened up to me and told me a lot of things that I was surprised to hear. Her spirits were amazingly high in spite of her current situation, and she was still the same old Megan. I just hope that the truth comes out in her trial.
