In my previous post, I mentioned that Easter was tough this year.
I was vague.
Because I feel I have to be sometimes.
A wise friend told me that whatever I write here, assume that it's going on the church announcement overhead.
And I keep that in mind.
But my heart struggles with accuracy.
When you read, I want you to see our reality.
When I read back, I want to remember the way things truly were.
Not the way I wanted them to be.
I don't want to miss out on God's work in our church.
In my life.
If I'm not honest about the peaks and valleys of this journey.
So when I said Easter was full of yucky feelings.
They were YUCKY.
Dave, sensing my pending meltdown, does what he does best.
Googles nearby concerts.
He's excellent at sensing when I'm about to lose it and we run off together.
And this, my friends, is how we ended up in Sacramento on Tuesday.
And why I write today, still sane.
A 17-year-old that looked like Napoleon Dynamite but sang like Dave Matthews opened.
Weird combo that I think I had a nightmare about last night.
But he was good!
Keep your eyes out for Zack Heckendorf.
But he'll probably change his name.
Keep your eyes out for Zack Heck.
Super small movie theater like venue.
And we rushed the stage like Zack Heck would.
But a million times worth it.
I could see he has a filling in his back right molar.
I love you more than Mat.
And Zack Heck.
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