Winter Conference

Oh man, where do I start. So much went on and so much fun was had.
First off, lets start with the aftermath... My voice is bout 2 octaves lower than normal, very gravelly. And man am I sore. Between the ride home and the dances the previous nights suffice to say I hurt. But in a way it is definetly not a bad hurt. Its one of those that merely is a constant reminder of where I got these aches. And that was at Winter Conference in Portland, Oregon.
It was such a time of God, so many God moments just sprang forth from this weekend that literally only God could point them all out. Pretty much the best way for me to even begin to describe as much as I can about what happened this weekend its going to have to be by drive by. Here goes:
Bloody windows, Portland or Bust, Crazy hats, making musical beats using only the human body, Subaru's leading the way, jumping in the wheel barrow, Brookstone's, bad dancing, stealing food from pregnant women, listening to what God says... Sometimes oh um except no sometimes, doorways, chat rooms, outreach, praising the Lord, poking, loopiness, more loopiness, and jumping fences. Oh and there is so much more...