After missing 3 weeks in a row, I managed to get myself up and to church. It's weird being gone from church for a while, and then when you come back, you tend to have a different perspective on things.
Last night, at like 9:00, I heard a knock on my door. Turns out, my dad was here checking on me, because mom was trying to get a hold of me, and my phone died. I had absolutely no idea it died, until I heard the knock at my door. Lol the phone never rang, so I just assumed no one was trying to call me. It never rang, it never went off. I usually don't check my phone, unless it rings or goes off.