Tonight was good. I prayed with a 14 year old girl, it was interesting. I'm not sure how that's all going to turn out, but it's awesome that she prayed!
And Allie and I pretty much went crazy when we weren't supposed to be responsible. Steven Curtis Chapman played and, although I'm not a huge fan (I still have memories of being forced to listen to "SADDLE UP YOUR HORSES... WE'VE GOT A TRAIL TO BLAZE..." Who's with me there, eh?) but he was REALLY good. I love hearing people that sound the same in concert AND on cd. AND he pulled out some metal at the very end, something that my soul very much needed after Group One Crew. =P Allie and I decided that we were going to be Caleb Chapman's fan girls. But I have hence decided against it.
And then Allie was leaving so she gave me a hug in the car and it was weird because she ended up like hugging my stomach. So then she patted my stomach and we both almost died laughing. And I was all curled up in a ball because I was like, "ACK! No one usually pats my stomach!"
It was funny. I love that girl.