week, pt 2.

So, on Thursday, Kim decided she wanted to humble me a little bit.

Have you ever heard of Zumba? I think it's also sometimes spelled 'Zoomba' but we will use a 'u' here because it looks more... Lion King-ish.

Well, it's like Latin dance, mixed with hip hop, and some workout exercising moves thrown in. Basically, anything that will make you look like an uncoordinated fish out of water will be worked into the routine. And of course, when the leader at the front of the packed class says into her mic "remember, we don't care about what we look like!" you know you're about to make a fool of yourself. Since it was my first time doing anything at all with my body since the appendectomy, I did sweat a lot. But the booty popping and body rolling the leader asked for were not at all accomplished. I felt like my feet and hands weren't heavy enough to let me have control over what my limbs were doing. Things were flying everywhere. Picture.... a giraffe trying to shake ants off his feet. That's what everyone behind me had to watch. OH the embarrassment. I don't know if I have the self-esteem left over to go back.

And then that night, we met with a couple from a church we've been attending. Poor Tommy and Jon had a surprise meeting at 5:00, which made our Starbucks meeting more of a rushed dinner sitting outside with take-out...which was fun because when things got awkwardly quiet, which always happens with new people, you can take a few bites of your food. Or at least get interested in the leftovers. The two new people are about our age and the girl, Miranda, works where Tommy and Jon do! Brian works at an advertising company and has to learn about all kinds of crazy stuff. For instance, a company that "washes trucks" (like 18-wheelers) actually washes out the inside carriers of the trucks who ship food products like milk... and stuff? I don't think I've ever seen a truck carrying milk.... but I swear that was the example Brian gave us.

Friday....it must have been a very boring afternoon because neither one of us can remember what the heck we did.

Saturday, Tommy decided his hair needed to once again be cut. His first haircut here was the first that his mom didn't do. It was also the first haircut in ages that didn't leave a shaggy, rakish front that he could toss over. It was...shocking. But, he got used to styling it and made peace with a completely different look. This time, he decided to use a coupon we got in the mail to <> SuperCuts!! How excited was he when the person (male? female??) with a blue mohawk started triming his hair. And, now, it is very, very short. He was sad. I think he might've shed a tear or two, in private.

Sunday, we returned to the church we've been visiting. The sermon was great- the pastor is starting a series on Isaiah- that book is packed!! It was a wonderful reminder that God looks at the heart, not our repetition of the motion of worship- even the worship He mapped out! It is supposed to be an expression of love and devotion- and we so easily turn it into something different, something selfish. We also got a firm reminder that mature Christians need to feel conviction the most and lead the church in repentance- I loved the quote: "conviction of sin is the severe love of God over-ruling our compulsive dishonesty, our willful blindness, our favorite excuses."

Over and out.