I got to go to this conference this weekend.
I'm not usually a women's conference goer.
I usually think of women my mom's age going to women's conferences.
But I went. And it was fantastic.
One of those exhilirating times,
when you feel that God is more than real and loves you
even though he sees you for who you are and knows all your junk.
I called my sister, Jenny, and made her come, too.
I came home and told Scott...maybe my circumstances aren't changing
but I feel like I am changing.
It has been a post-partum year. A hard year.
Where you feel dry and sad and pitiful
and even shopping doesn't make it better.
So me changing - that's a good thing.
And I was excited to see what Sunday morning would hold.
Then somehow I got locked out of my bathroom.
People would soon be arriving.
We have house church. Which is a cool thing.
Until your bangs dry into an upside down "v" on your forehead
and your hairdryer is locked in the bathroom
and your husband can't look you in the eye
because you look exactly like that guy, Dwight, from The Office.
This was me on Sunday except the back of my hair is longer.
But Scott, resourceful man that he is, got on the phone to Brett, our
brother-in-law, who talked us through Unlock Door 101.
All was saved. Just minutes before people arrived.
And so I am thankful. And I can honestly say...
Both at the conference and on another frantic Sunday morning
God came through.