Church!

God is so gracious. I don't mean that flippantly or irreverently, I actually mean God is gracious. He's been gracious to me in quite a few ways lately most of which I will spare you the gory details but it hit me suddenly as I was pulling into the parking lot at Peet's. You see, as a new driver, I'm still bad at driving and sometimes I get the brake pedal and the gas pedal a little, shall we say, reversed. Now, in a full parking lot, this is an unfortunate handicap that would best be hidden, lest some unsuspecting pedestrian should die. Let's just say, by God's infinite grace, there was no contact made between anything but my brain and the realization that I am completely incompetent.

The rest of my drive was surprisingly smooth (and picture perfect; no other pedal mix-ups). It was maybe the second time in my life that I've gone to church alone. My mom had to work today, so I stole asked nicely for the car. It was nice in a way but kind of strange in another. I liked the freedom and independence (and I'm a more active listener) but it felt kind of out of the ordinary and uncomfortable.

As an instinctual drawer, I'm always looking for new things to put down on paper and church is an excellent place to do this. You can people watch and no one even sees you or thinks you're weird. It's like you have 100 models just begging to be drawn. Well, the backs of their heads anyway. My bulletins and notes sheets usually end up looking like this:

I got a bit into sketching at one point and I missed the last bullet. Oops.