Matching Pumas

I decided to skip artist series Friday night. It was such a hard decision -Alex actually wanted to go! But my desire to be involved with The Vineyard and join this all girls, young adult Bible study won out. I didn't know anyone who would be there. When all the girls showed up, I recognized one from my sociology class last semester, but had never seen the other 2 Asbury girls and 2 EKU girls. I started to cry halfway through our discussion because I began to think about my dad. My mom told him Saturday that I knew about his struggle (when I cried friday night, saturday was still to come, obviously). They prayed for me right in the middle of the study. Afterwards, I told them what was going on during prayer requests. It was a little embarassing to cry during the first meeting of the study, but I am glad I went.

After the study and after Alex got out of Artist Series, we drove to Icthus and I cried/sobbed/yelled in his arms about my dad. My whole body shook with gasps and my cheeks were streaked with tears. I needed it though. I am so thankful Alex was there. I need God more than I need Alex, obviously, but sometimes it is just easier to cry in Alex's physical arms.

Oh, and funny thing happened today: Alex and I both wanted shoes and so we drove to Shoe Carnival to pick some out. He knew that he wanted Pumas, I knew that I wanted stylish black sneakers so I could be comfortable and still formal enough for practicum. He went to Mens and I went to Womens -we came back with exact same pair of Pumas. According to Leiza, our pastor at church, Kevin, also has the same exact pair, haha. We both liked them and bought them, even if we will look funny when we wear them together. They were the same price, same style -only difference was the sizes. Below: picture of our shoes.