We made it.
I'm reminded of the typical pop-culture caricature of a late college student hopping around on one foot with a poptart in the mouth and a shoe half on. I had both shoes on and no poptart, but I rushed out the door all the same. Breakfast bars come in handy!
At some point on the train we both wearily spaced out and completely missed the Virginia Square stop by about ten minutes. The harsh morning sun coming through the window alerted me to the fact that something was quite wrong. We hopped off the train and boarded one going back the way we needed to go -- coffee was definitely in our future as we walked out of our intended metro stop.
After a bit of texting and coordinating with people at church, and a bit of walking towards church, the woman who leads the worship team at Arlington picked us up.
This morning the air conditioning was out, leading to a shortened service. We lowered the blinds over the sunny windows, which helped a great deal, but not nearly enough for people to experience that chilly Sunday morning feel. I helped to greet churchgoers today, which was a blast. Although I didn't get to talk to everyone who walked by, I did meet several new (to me) people. Then, I served on the worship team as one of the sopranos. The worship team sits in the rows with the other congregation members, holding microphones to amplify the singing inside the auditorium. The acoustics are so lovely in there... I can't tell you how many shivers I get listening to the praise. The entire congregation can sing well, and it's such a blessing to worship with them on Sunday mornings!
Something that stuck out to me about today was that several people called me by name... I'm beginning to feel like I belong.