I promise I went to sleep tonight shortly after midnight. But I wasn't sleeping well and around 1:30 a.m. I woke up, frustrated and disoriented. As I usually am when I wake up. I was trying to go back to sleep when my sister L started talking--loudly--in the next room. I was convinced she was talking in her sleep--which is a me thing to do, not an L thing to do--until I noticed the pattern of her talking. She was on the phone with S, make that Elder Sven, our brother (her twin), who is currently boarding a plane in Vienna for the Ukraine. (He was allowed to call during layovers at the airports.) I lay there, listening, and, I admit it, jealous. I wanted to talk to Sven. And soon I could hear her saying, I'll see if I can wake her up. She brought in her cell phone, handed it over, and there was my brother. I admit I haven't been a very good correspondent for the past 11 weeks--I'm a terrible correspondent pretty much anytime--but that didn't mean that I hadn't missed him. I got to talk to him, quickly, about important things like Death Cab for Cutie, Iron & Wine, and my 115 class.
I don't usually like to talk about God on my blog, but there's no way else to view this experience. At least not at this time of the morning. L and I needed to talk to Sven, and he needed to talk to us, so God made sure we were awake. And that is no small task.
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So I kept hearing about Death Cab for Cutie in all these random places in the past week, though having never heard of them at all before. So I went and the other night downloaded about three of their albums, and have been positively hooked ever since. That's all I've listened to for the past two days.
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