I feel weird saying that I am about to visit America. But thats what Im about to do. And I cant wait. Im so excited I cant help laughing, singing, or shouting constantly.
We just finished a week and half tour in Woodenbong, Toowoomba, and Brisbane (Woodenbong is the name of town... totes). It was an awesome week. I got to stay with a young aboriginal guy whos name I thought was Molly all week, only to find out eventually that his name was Marlie. He and his wife were young parents of a beautiful boy, Azariah and newlyweds... but the same age as me! They were so cool and amazing to open their house to us. One of the most relaxing weeks Ive had all year. It was awesome hanging out with him and getting to know his aborigine culture a little better.
The week was full of ups and downs, but like Ive been learning this year, no matter what kind of downs Satan throws at us, when we are in Gods will spreading the gospel, the ups win every time. Brooke had to go to the hospital from back problems. He sprained it (or something like that) in the towns volleyball competition. It was mainly my fault we lost in the championship game (14-16) but I like to think it was partly my fault we were close... consolation has been very cheap.
The next day Priscilla twisted her ankle. It turns out singers dont have to be in the best physical shape in the world (I know because Im a tub of lard trapped in a skinny body) but having a bad ankle seriously affects your performance. But God won through and people were blessed!
Sunday was the biggest setback. On our way to Brisbane for our final concert our bus broke down. But amazingly enough Paul Smith (our billet from Toowoomba easterfest weekend) was able to pick us up, hitch up the trailer, drive us the hour and a half to our concert, sit through it, drive us back and let us ALL stay at his house until we were able to get the bus fixed Monday. I tried to stay up with Petar Maletin all the way back to Sydney, but had to take a 2 hour nap from 1-3 am. He drove us from Brisbane to Sydney, a 14 hour drive that we started at 6 pm. Hes the man.
Moral of the story, history repeated itself again. Satan and all his attempts at destruction were useless against the amazing power of God.
And now I am flying home to America. Pray that I make it through customs in time to make my flight in LAX. I only have an hour and a half.
If you are coming to my sisters wedding, holla atcho boi.
