Imagine every morning getting up and getting roughly 40-55 hugs, maybe 10 kisses on the forehead, 20 “how did you sleep?” questions, 4 or 5 dream telling sessions, and then cooking for seven people sitting with 55 people and eating an assortment of eggs, oatmeal, grill cheese sandwiches, or maybe even left over beans. Then walking through a tiny room with about 20 people with earphones in and eyes closed pretending to be alone for a minute to pray. This is what squad month looks like. It’s almost like taking a neighborhood, squishing it into one tiny area, giving everyone a red bull, mixing in opinions and feelings, saying “go figure out your life”, and handing them hoola hoops and sticks as their only form of social survival. Obviously I’m being funny right now, but squad month feels like a circus at times. I’ve never desired alone time as much as I have the last two days. I suck into the garden to find rest for a few minutes the other night. Hid myself in the shadows just because it’s so hard to pray with so many people. I miss my solitude prayer times and I am trying my best to figure out how to recreate that when I don’t have an iPod or any means of disconnecting from the world around me. I normally close my eyes and repeat Exodus 14:14 till I find my strength in God again. Praying is so hard right now with so many people. But, that’s life with 55 roommates.
