Monday, November 10, 2008

Dedication and bleary-eyed faith


I rolled over pushing my head as far as I could into the pillow and pressed 'send.' The phone rang and I heard a confused "Hello?"

There was scrambling in the background as Haley looked for her keys.

"Why are we doing this? It's sooooooooooooo early!"

"I know. But we'll be blessed for it."

I think she ran into something. I desperately grabbed at the covers with my one free hand and with only my right eye cracked open, unsuccessfully trying to untangle myself from my bed.

"How did we do this every morning?" I asked incredulously, wondering if my left eye was ready to stay open yet. Nope. Not yet.

"I don't know! I think we had superpowers," she decided.

"Well I want them back!" I declared.

"Wait, someone's calling me. Why is someone calling me? It's 6:30 in the morning!"

"Huh. Well call me back when you find out."

I hung up and my arm flopped back to its place above my pillow. The fight with the covers was futile. And so was the fight with myself. It was just way too cold to get out of bed.

Wrapped in a hoodie and definitely wearing socks, I stood trying to warm myself on a gym floor in a line of a couple hundred people. We talked with our new friends Brad and Kyle and made lame jokes about wristbands and camping out while rocking out to MoTab. I couldn't get over the fact it was still dark outside when I got up. I'm NOT a morning person.

The questions the lady asked me were confusing. Which row did I want? Was the other person I was getting tickets for registered for Institute? Huh? I just wanted a soft seat in the chapel. That's really all I was asking for. The sweet woman smiled and handed me my tickets.

I found Haley and we stumbled back to the car. My bed was still warm when I got back and there was still time for a nap. It's good to be up early.