Night one..Whittier CA.
Set up at the church here went up way faster than last time, probably because we had a few extra hands helping.
Starting to get a little nervous for our groups first "performance" tomorrow, for lack of a better word. But trying to remind myself who it is we are really playing the songs for.
The pastor here told us about his life, about his dealing with Crohn's disease ever since he was younger, and about the two times he had died, but came back to life. So heavy and crazy to think about, but his story allows him to be able to connect with people who are about to pass on a totally different level, and that is such a blessing. He described dying as being peaceful, which makes the whole experience sound a little more comforting.
Staying at a home with an awesome family (with many extended members) that conveniently live right across from the church. We talked about the depressing yet encouraging stories of losing loved ones that are behind so many old hymns (definitely makes me appreciate them more than I did before), and on a slightly lighter note a friend of the family described a story involving a recipe called Frosty Paws (an ice cream for dogs?) that she recently shared in a chatroom. Apparently a random person joined halfway through the conversation asking for the recipe. Turns out they made it for their new in-laws thinking it was a normal human dessert item and they loved it so much they added it to their church recipe book not even realizing the recipe is for their canine companions. I almost died laughing. Remind me to thoroughly check recipes before I make them in the future for any in-laws!
Off to bed..church in the morning and gotta be up even earlier to do some last minute alterations on the slides and get ready. I don't know if I'll ever get a hang of this getting up early thing.
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