Sunday

Sundays are probably my favorite day of the week anymore.  It seems like no matter what, if I have to work at the Disney Store or if I get to relax and just go to church and hang out with my "Florida family" as I have lovingly dubbed my people down here- it just always seems to be a good day.

This past Sunday in particular, was an extremely good day.

I woke up running on about 3 hours of sleep.  Andy and I had made an impromptu trip to Disney the day before after I got off work- meaning we didn't leave Magic Kingdom until about 20 minutes after midnight.  I figured that getting that little of sleep would put me in a doozy of a mood for a Sunday, but I guess that the Disney magic was still pumping through my veins because I woke up quite easily and got ready- and I'm usually not one to comment on my appearance but I thought to myself as I got ready, "Man- I'm looking good for being so sleep deprived! Thanks God!"  I'll admit I was a little worried- I was interpreting music in the 9am service and I even though I am a QA 2 now (woot!), I still get butterflies.  I prayed so much that morning that God would just allow me to let it flow and not think about it as interpreting worship, but actually worshipping Him through interpreting (plus I take a little bit of artistic liberty in preparing music when I interpret- which makes it a little less like interpreting, therefore making me a little less nervous).

I drove to church and arrived a little after 8am so I could practice the music with the 9am worship crew.  It went surprisingly well.  I was feeling good.  Talked with Joyce and Ryan when they came in, chatted with Jeremy and Katie Silverman for a bit- thanked them both for inspiring Andy and I to make a random trip to Disney, and played with Ian (Katie & Jeremy's adorable son) for a little bit before he had to go to child care.  Made it through 9am music smoothly, even the crazy hard "I Am" special music, then headed over to worship practice for the 20/30 service.

Here's where it got better.

As the sermon ended and the 20/30 worship team got up to do the invitational and the offertory, I noticed a lot of people standing in the back.  Now, the lack of sleep did manage to affect my reasoning skills because I was completely clueless as to why so many people were in the back- but I thought nothing of it.  Andy leaned over during the prayer and said "Why are all these people here?" I looked at him and shrugged, noticing he had on a wireless microphone- thinking silently to myself... why in the world is he wearing a wireless mic?"

As we closed in scripture, Jeremy Nottingham (who was subbing for Ron, since he and Christa were on a cruise) said that Andy had one last annoucement.

And that's when this happened.

Now- as you can probably tell, I couldn't have been more shocked when this happened.  I'm not a typical girl, and have never been able to imagine just how my future husband would propose to me- but from the way Andy went about doing the whole thing, he showed me just how much God had blessed me.  I saw my parents on-screen and realized that they loved me so much they would do whatever it took to be a part of such a special day in my life from a thousand miles away.  I saw my boyfriend/fiance smiling at me, because he knew how much my parents mean to me and wanted them to be involved, and I realized that all the people in the dining hall that morning (or a good majority at least) were there because God had blessed me with a church family that truly loved and cared for me.  Sure, most of these things I've had all along, but I was so glad to have someone else enjoy pointing out those things, and delighting in them as well.  And while Andy may have planned it that way or not, that is one of the reasons I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life being his wife.  That even when he may not even realize he's doing it, that he is showing me the love of Christ, and how deep my Heavenly Father loves me.

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