Throwing something new into the mix

Friday: Girls' craft night at the church. (I made my last curtain panel for my bedroom, yeah)
Saturday: Hamburgers at J's(if you haven't been there you need to go), Paper beads, metal rock fashion show, metal music concert and wii tennis.
Sunday: Catan card game, more paper beads and tax info.

So, my weekend started out and ended like what I think most people would expect a weekend to look like for me: some do-it-yourself projects, eating at a quaint hamburger joint with my roommate and fiance, hangout time with some friends and a little business thrown into the mix. Oh, but wait! What is that there in the middle?! Yes, I went to a metal fashion show and concert that a friend of Evan and mine's was having with his wife. Definitely not my normal scene, so I was a little nervous at first, but then I was so excited. I was ready for an adventure and a chance to see people outside of my comfort zone. The fashion show was a little (or a lot) too immodest for my taste, but I was really impressed because most of the outfits were beautiful and wonderfully crafted and I would have worn a couple of them, but maybe with a pair of jeans or tights underneath. There was also this amazing and gorgeous apron that I fell in love with and if I had been sitting in the first row I just might have plucked it right off of that model. Then there was the music. Oh the music. I am not really, or at all a fan of what is referred to as screaming ( The closest I can come to describing the sound for those of you, mom, who may not have heard it before, is similar to that of an old man coughing a single-sounded long, raspy-from-the-depths-of-your-throat cough). While not so caring for the screaming, I did in fact enjoy the instrumental parts of the songs, much to Evan's delight. Even though it was not my style, I felt an appreciation for this event and what these people were doing, because here were my sweet brothers and sisters in Christ who were sharing His good news in a way that God made special for them-through their music. They had beautiful craftsmanship and beautiful heart. How wonderful is it that our good father can reach out to everyone in the ways that speak to their interests and personalities. How wonderful is it that instead of feeling the need to assimilate we get to be liberated and glorify him in differences.