I am about to go through a long list of Dream Tour statistics. But first I would like to start off with something profound. So. I was looking at the picture of the map I posted earlier, and I decided it doesn’t look like a wobbly figure 8 at all. It looks like a bikini.
Eh-hem.
Now that I have your undivided attention: The following is a list of very dull numbers which specify certain statistics recorded over the last several weeks of my life. They are as follows:
- Time elapsed: 49 days (September 15-November 2, 2011)
- States visited: 22 (NE, KS, MO, TN, KY, GA, SC, NC, VA, MD, PA, WV, IN, IA, WI, OH, MI, AL, MS, LA, TX, OK) And if you know all those abbreviations, you’re doing better than I did. I had to look them up.
- Toilets occupied: 70 (Yes, it was a little weird counting the number of different bathrooms I went into. I did it for you.)
- Sleeping arrangements:
- Couches: 8
- Blow-up mattresses: 1
- Beds: 4
- Floors: 5
- Top bunk of the bunk bed: 1
- Pianos played: 6 (two Grands!)
- Chocolate inhaled: . . . Oh, it wasn’t that much, alright?
- Miles traveled: 7,270
- Free things:
- 1 cup of coffee
- 1 World’s Smallest Ice Cream Sundae (Welcome to downtown Holland, MI.)
- 4 Casting Crown Concert tickets
- 1 copy of Radical (The church we were attending just happened to be handing them out that morning. Really. For free.)
- 3 New Orleans Aquarium tickets
- 1 GPS
- 235 hugs (. . . Okay, I didn’t really count those. It’s an estimate.)
- Beginning financial statement: $123.51
- Ending financial statement: Enough.
So, what’s the moral of the story?
If God can do all this in just 49 days through three adults, a six-year old, and a mini-van . . . just think what He could do if He had us all in. I mean it. ALL of us. ALL in. You might have to bring your own mini-van though. I don't think you'll fit in ours.
