I embarked on something very out of character for me last year when I began writing Beyond Sunday Morning and then attended the She Speaks Conference. Most of you who know me, know that I am not one who likes to travel, and I am certainly nervous to be in unfamiliar situations with unfamiliar people, but last spring, God began a work, and that work took me out of my "familiarness" for a few days. I felt an unexplainable yet certain pull to attend She Speaks, and I knew it was not from myself. My husband encouraged me to try it several years ago, and I wanted no part of it. That encouragement was a seed planted and the seed grew until last spring when God let the seed sprout into reality for me. The work He began is still not complete and I am still not sure what He has in mind for the finished product, but I have been following His lead one day at a time.
I decided to include a repost today of the words I penned the day I left the She Speaks Conference. God made it very clear to me that I was right where He wanted me for those few days and I recorded my thoughts while they were still fresh:
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Too Much Hullabaloo
Sunday mornings at our house have moments of chaos; I am sure some of you can completely identify and yesterday was no exception from the norm. I walked into the kitchen where Todd to remind him of something, and entered the room just as he called out for Brenna. We must keep this blessed child on task if we ever want to leave the house, and it was time for “the drill”–
Friday, March 4, 2011
Oh, I Hope So
Brenna looked forward to her class field trip for weeks. She and her third grade class ventured out Tuesday on the much anticipated escapade with enthusiasm, poor teachers! The plan was to attend a play at the Carson Performing Arts Center and then stop for lunch at a local pizza restaurant.
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