shower, take 2

This morning, at 7:30 am, I woke up to my alarm from a dream. A dream that I had gone to Uganda, and while there, contracted AIDS. And I was happy about it. And my parents were happy about it. And one of my neighbors in Daniel Square who I barely know came and visited me and HE was happy about it. (Not happy that I had AIDS, happy that I had gone to Uganda and given it everything I had in me.)

Once I had enough consciousness to realize that I wasn't in this dream, I found a facebook message on my phone from a girl named Caitlyn Griffin. A friend-of-a-friend whom I have never met, who has the EXACT same dream for a school of technical training for older orphans/children in Uganda. She's serious.

So, all-in-all, my morning was VERY eventful before 7:35. I got in the shower and couldn't stop laughing. Which is why I somehow forgot to take the conditioner out of my hair. I got out, got dressed, and went downstairs for about an hour. When I came back upstairs, I realized that my hair was extremely sticky and goopy. Tried to wash aforementioned conditioner out in the sink. Failed. Realized it was too late and threw it in a ponytail and headed to class.

When I got home from class, I realized I was going to have to take another shower, so I went to Fike (why waste a shower?). This is when I tried again to get in the shower. Except this time, I got in with my socks on. Fail.

It's been a great morning.

(Mostly because when I was in the shower, all I could hear was "read Habakkuk, read Habakkuk." So I did. Wow. The Lord is answering the prayers of my heart. The ones I couldn't even speak out loud. The ones He heard through groans and cries.)