As I was doing a search through the Bible for scriptures on water and watering, the Lord highlighted this one for me. Sometimes in a dry and hot season of life, only the Word of God is needed. Perhaps it will speak to you too:
Psalm 42:1-8
"As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me -
a prayer to the God of my life. "
May God's waterfalls of refreshment fall over you today, my friend.
In His Love,
Glynnis
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I Like to Be Right. There. I said it.
This isn't new. I've always liked to be right. I know Christians should be humble and all that, but between you and me, it's a real struggle at times. Because of enjoying being right, it's hard to admit when I've made a mistake. Or when I need help.
But it is getting easier. Maybe it's age. Maybe it's knowledge learned the hard way.
Or maybe, it's because I've experienced something amazing. When I admit I've made a mistake, the pressure is somehow lifted to be perfect the next time.
I thought people wanted me to be perfect ... but they don't. They want me to be real. And that I can be.
You see, what I thought people wanted from me, isn't what they want from me at all.
My kids wants a mom who asks their forgiveness when she blows her top, instead of pretending it didn't happen.
My husband wants a wife who laughs when she forgets an appointment so he doesn't feel like a loser when he does.
My sisters want a sister who will stand by them - silently if necessary - instead of trying to find impressive but meaningless words.
My friends in ministry want someone who will admit her sins, so they don't feel disqualified because of theirs.
And I believe that most people who read my blog, books or devotions or or those who hear me speak, just want to know that I desperately need a Savior. And more importantly, that I have found one named Jesus Christ, who loves me, desperately, even when I mess up ... repeatedly.
Being right has some advantages. But admitting I've made a mistake, or need help, seems to have a greater advantage, because it puts me in a place of humility, and seeking God's favor over the favor of others.
Maybe it's time for a little confession. Or reaching out a hand for help. What do we have to lose?
In His Love,
Glynnis
"Obviously, I’m not trying to win the approval of people, but of God. If pleasing people were my goal, I would not be Christ’s servant." Galatians 1:10 (NLT)
This isn't new. I've always liked to be right. I know Christians should be humble and all that, but between you and me, it's a real struggle at times. Because of enjoying being right, it's hard to admit when I've made a mistake. Or when I need help.
But it is getting easier. Maybe it's age. Maybe it's knowledge learned the hard way.
Or maybe, it's because I've experienced something amazing. When I admit I've made a mistake, the pressure is somehow lifted to be perfect the next time.
I thought people wanted me to be perfect ... but they don't. They want me to be real. And that I can be.
You see, what I thought people wanted from me, isn't what they want from me at all.
My kids wants a mom who asks their forgiveness when she blows her top, instead of pretending it didn't happen.
My husband wants a wife who laughs when she forgets an appointment so he doesn't feel like a loser when he does.
My sisters want a sister who will stand by them - silently if necessary - instead of trying to find impressive but meaningless words.
My friends in ministry want someone who will admit her sins, so they don't feel disqualified because of theirs.
And I believe that most people who read my blog, books or devotions or or those who hear me speak, just want to know that I desperately need a Savior. And more importantly, that I have found one named Jesus Christ, who loves me, desperately, even when I mess up ... repeatedly.
Being right has some advantages. But admitting I've made a mistake, or need help, seems to have a greater advantage, because it puts me in a place of humility, and seeking God's favor over the favor of others.
Maybe it's time for a little confession. Or reaching out a hand for help. What do we have to lose?
In His Love,
Glynnis
"Obviously, I’m not trying to win the approval of people, but of God. If pleasing people were my goal, I would not be Christ’s servant." Galatians 1:10 (NLT)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
First, let me say thank you to everyone who left a comment and entered my little contest to give away 2 of my books, "When Your Child is Hurting." I have closed the contest and selected two winners at random.
I was able to send an email to one winner (boys-r-us4@hotmail.com) but couldn't find a contact email for the other winner who is Sharon and left the 2nd comment. If you are that Sharon, please send me an email (to editor@Proverbs31.org) with your full name and mailing address. I'll get those books shipped out as soon as I hear from you.
Today began a new chapter in my parenting. That of home schooling mama. I have to tell you that I did not ever plan on this. But I'm very glad I never said "never". Back when my son Joshua first started school, I had a gut instinct that I better not ever judge someone for their schooling choices. At that time I was working full time, and we could afford to send Josh to a small Christian school.
Then a move across country for two years changed my plans. Since we were only going to be there for two years, I decided not to work at all. That meant we didn't have the income to pay for private school, and sent Josh, and his little brother Dylan to the local public school.
During that time I was surrounded by home schoolers. And yet I felt sure God was calling us to the public school - to be a light in that place. To be completely honest, I was relieved God hadn't called to that. I did not think I had the personality for it.
Years went by, littlest son Robbie started in the public school system, we returned to Phoenix, I started working at home, and the boys walked down the street four houses to our neighborhood school.
In 2005 everything changed for us. God called us, out of the blue, to adopt from Africa. We had always talked about adoption, but never considered international adoption. Into our lives came two precious little girls, ages 8 and 10, but the size and emotional maturity of 5 and 6 year olds.
We didn't know what to expect. We did know they had suffered unbelievable deprivation. We did learn upon adopting them that they had never been to school, never held a pencil, never seen a book. But they were happy. They were curious. They wanted to be a part of everything their new family was a part of. And that meant school. So we started them in the school with all three of their brothers - with no expectations at the beginning except for them to enjoy school, meet new friends, and learn about the structure of a day.
When the girls arrived, everyone (Including Africans who had immigrated recently) told us they would catch up with surprising ease. We were told they would be like sponges, soaking up learning, and they would soon be at the same level as children their own ages.
Guess what? Everyone was wrong.
As the girls started to learn, it was evident they weren't going to "catch up." They weren't able to integrate all this new knowledge into their existing method of processing the world around them. But they did learn at their own pace.
The little one, Ruth, was put in first grade. She is now starting fourth grade and is doing very well. She is at grade level and loves everything about learning and school.
Cathrine loves school too. She loves her friends. She loves art. She loves band and chorus. But she didn't get to start at 1st grade. She started at 2nd. Then she got moved to 4th. All the while, everyone believing she would catch up, and all she needed was a little extra tutoring. They were wrong again.
So now I look back on the past three school years with regret that we didn't take this step earlier. But I have great compassion for parents who are navigating a path with their child they didn't expect, and have no experience or anyone to help guide them. It's a lot of trial and error. And I pray for people to have kindness, compassion and lots of grace for parents who feel overwhelmed with the needs of their child, and are trying their best, even though they might make some mistakes (only visible in the rear view mirror).
Today, sitting at the kitchen table, I looked into big dark brown eyes that didn't understand the simple instructions of the beginning reader program she had in her hands. She had worked hard on it, that wasn't the problem. But somewhere between her eyes, her brain and her fingers, the words had made no sense.
I don't know what the future holds for my sweet Cathrine. I don't know much I can teach her. I don't know if she's got an auditory processing problem. There is so much I don't know.
A friend sent me a comment on Facebook that is so appropriate for me right now:
I don't know where I'm going, but I know Who I'm following.
Have you ever felt like this? There is an amazing peace I feel knowing I am not alone. And that God has Cathrine in His hands. And He's holding mine too as I start this new chapter in my life. Together Cathrine and I will step into the world of home schooling. I'm excited. Nervous. And overwhelmed.
I would appreciate your prayers.
In His Love,
Glynnis
I was able to send an email to one winner (boys-r-us4@hotmail.com) but couldn't find a contact email for the other winner who is Sharon and left the 2nd comment. If you are that Sharon, please send me an email (to editor@Proverbs31.org) with your full name and mailing address. I'll get those books shipped out as soon as I hear from you.
Today began a new chapter in my parenting. That of home schooling mama. I have to tell you that I did not ever plan on this. But I'm very glad I never said "never". Back when my son Joshua first started school, I had a gut instinct that I better not ever judge someone for their schooling choices. At that time I was working full time, and we could afford to send Josh to a small Christian school.
Then a move across country for two years changed my plans. Since we were only going to be there for two years, I decided not to work at all. That meant we didn't have the income to pay for private school, and sent Josh, and his little brother Dylan to the local public school.
During that time I was surrounded by home schoolers. And yet I felt sure God was calling us to the public school - to be a light in that place. To be completely honest, I was relieved God hadn't called to that. I did not think I had the personality for it.
Years went by, littlest son Robbie started in the public school system, we returned to Phoenix, I started working at home, and the boys walked down the street four houses to our neighborhood school.
In 2005 everything changed for us. God called us, out of the blue, to adopt from Africa. We had always talked about adoption, but never considered international adoption. Into our lives came two precious little girls, ages 8 and 10, but the size and emotional maturity of 5 and 6 year olds.
We didn't know what to expect. We did know they had suffered unbelievable deprivation. We did learn upon adopting them that they had never been to school, never held a pencil, never seen a book. But they were happy. They were curious. They wanted to be a part of everything their new family was a part of. And that meant school. So we started them in the school with all three of their brothers - with no expectations at the beginning except for them to enjoy school, meet new friends, and learn about the structure of a day.
When the girls arrived, everyone (Including Africans who had immigrated recently) told us they would catch up with surprising ease. We were told they would be like sponges, soaking up learning, and they would soon be at the same level as children their own ages.
Guess what? Everyone was wrong.
As the girls started to learn, it was evident they weren't going to "catch up." They weren't able to integrate all this new knowledge into their existing method of processing the world around them. But they did learn at their own pace.
The little one, Ruth, was put in first grade. She is now starting fourth grade and is doing very well. She is at grade level and loves everything about learning and school.
Cathrine loves school too. She loves her friends. She loves art. She loves band and chorus. But she didn't get to start at 1st grade. She started at 2nd. Then she got moved to 4th. All the while, everyone believing she would catch up, and all she needed was a little extra tutoring. They were wrong again.
So now I look back on the past three school years with regret that we didn't take this step earlier. But I have great compassion for parents who are navigating a path with their child they didn't expect, and have no experience or anyone to help guide them. It's a lot of trial and error. And I pray for people to have kindness, compassion and lots of grace for parents who feel overwhelmed with the needs of their child, and are trying their best, even though they might make some mistakes (only visible in the rear view mirror).
Today, sitting at the kitchen table, I looked into big dark brown eyes that didn't understand the simple instructions of the beginning reader program she had in her hands. She had worked hard on it, that wasn't the problem. But somewhere between her eyes, her brain and her fingers, the words had made no sense.
I don't know what the future holds for my sweet Cathrine. I don't know much I can teach her. I don't know if she's got an auditory processing problem. There is so much I don't know.
A friend sent me a comment on Facebook that is so appropriate for me right now:
I don't know where I'm going, but I know Who I'm following.
Have you ever felt like this? There is an amazing peace I feel knowing I am not alone. And that God has Cathrine in His hands. And He's holding mine too as I start this new chapter in my life. Together Cathrine and I will step into the world of home schooling. I'm excited. Nervous. And overwhelmed.
I would appreciate your prayers.
In His Love,
Glynnis
Thursday, August 13, 2009
First a warm welcome to any visitors who have made their way to my little corner of the Internet after reading my "Encouragement for Today" devotion on bringing out the best in children. As I'm just starting to home school my daughter Cathrine, I needed my own reminder of how powerful my words are in bringing hope or despair to a situation.
Bringing out the best in my children has always been a passion of mine. When they were very little, I knew I had been called to be their chief cheerleader, coach, teacher, counselor and of course loving parent. I know my husband Tod shares in that same belief.
When faced with one challenge after another, I knew no human could help my children the way I could. No one else loved them as much or saw their potential like I did.
For example, I'll never forget when oldest son Joshua was in first grade. His small Christian school started a music academy. Since Josh had been singing since he could talk, we knew God had gifted him musically. So we signed him up for piano lessons through the school. A few months into the lessons this young teacher looked me straight in the eye and told me I was "wasting my money" by having six-year-old Josh in piano lessons.
I definitely didn't agree with her, but we did decide she wasn't the teacher for our sweet son. I'm sure she was surprised when at the recital a few months later, Josh was the ONLY child out of about 50 (including teenagers) who played AND sang at the same time. At 18, Josh now is leading worship at church.
If I had believed that teacher, I might have given up on Josh's potential. Only God could have helped us maneuver through that disappointment.
So many times in parenting, I've had to navigate the flood waters of my own emotions before I could help my children. When they hurt, my hurt is magnified. If you are parent, you know exactly what I mean. That's the reason I wrote my latest book. And it is with celebration and thanksgiving that I present it to you today!
Bringing out the best in my children has always been a passion of mine. When they were very little, I knew I had been called to be their chief cheerleader, coach, teacher, counselor and of course loving parent. I know my husband Tod shares in that same belief.
When faced with one challenge after another, I knew no human could help my children the way I could. No one else loved them as much or saw their potential like I did.
For example, I'll never forget when oldest son Joshua was in first grade. His small Christian school started a music academy. Since Josh had been singing since he could talk, we knew God had gifted him musically. So we signed him up for piano lessons through the school. A few months into the lessons this young teacher looked me straight in the eye and told me I was "wasting my money" by having six-year-old Josh in piano lessons.
I definitely didn't agree with her, but we did decide she wasn't the teacher for our sweet son. I'm sure she was surprised when at the recital a few months later, Josh was the ONLY child out of about 50 (including teenagers) who played AND sang at the same time. At 18, Josh now is leading worship at church.
If I had believed that teacher, I might have given up on Josh's potential. Only God could have helped us maneuver through that disappointment.
So many times in parenting, I've had to navigate the flood waters of my own emotions before I could help my children. When they hurt, my hurt is magnified. If you are parent, you know exactly what I mean. That's the reason I wrote my latest book. And it is with celebration and thanksgiving that I present it to you today!
Click here to order a copy from Proverbs 31 Ministries.
In this book, I address a number of everyday hurts that kids face and give practical tips for how parents can help. Some of the topics covered include: loneliness, fear, stress, bullying, learning differences, grief and anger. Not only will children be helped, but I believe God wants to bring healing to many parents as well.
I'd like to give away two copies of my book today. If you'd like to win one for yourself or someone else, simply leave a comment on my blog. I love to hear about parenting lessons you've learned. I'll pick the winner at random, so just make sure you leave a way for me to contact you if you've won.
In His Love,
GlynnisFriday, August 7, 2009
Did we find the hearing aid? I'll tell you at the end of this post. But before that, God has been shaking me up with a question. Are you, Glynnis, hungry for Me?
This question came to my mind when I started reading the book of Leviticus. Just so you know, this is NOT light reading. But I'm working my way through the "Knowing Jesus Study Bible." So I'm reading Leviticus.
I'm expecting this to be a challenge, because every time I've tried to read through the Bible in a year (which I'm not doing this time) I get hung up on Leviticus in March and stop reading. But that's beside the point.
This Bible is great because it points out references to Jesus all through Scripture. The introductory information on this chapter promises to connect the sacrifices of the Old Testament with Jesus as our atoning sacrifice. This same information page asked the question: "Why would the aroma of a sacrifice be important to God?" (Read Leviticus 1:9)
The author of this page suggested that perhaps the writer of Leviticus connected the human experience of the pleasant smell of cooking to God's pleasure. That got me thinking about the smell of food cooking. I really like that. I like the smell of brownies and bread baking, I like the smell of spicy Mexican food and I like hamburgers on a grill. But you know when I really LOVE the smell of food? When I'm hungry.
When I'm hungry everything smell great! Except okra ... and beets. But everything else smells fantastic. When I'm full, nothing really smells great.
I wonder if God loved the aroma of the sacrifice because He was hungry to see and experience the devotion of His people. Consequently, that same God must hunger to receive my devotion and obedience. Not just the surface, going-to-church type of obedience. But the kind that starts way down deep in my heart, and involves a sacrifice of some kind. A sacrifice that says "I prefer You God over this thing set before my eyes right now."
God hungers for me. What an amazing truth. Which leads me to my question: Do I hunger for God?
Do I hunger to know more of God? Do I hunger to experience God? Do I hunger to worship God? Do I hunger, really hunger, to hear from God? Or am I "satisfied" by other things?
It's a question that has shaken me up. In the midst of pondering this thought, my daughter lost her hearing aid. It's no small coincidence that I've been hearing God ask if I hunger to hear from Him.
We went back to the soccer field this morning with a metal detector. Still no hearing aid. But there is a bit of good news. I forgot that I purchased insurance that covers loss. So while it will still involve a co-pay, it's minimal compared to the full replacement cost.
God may still have a miracle planned for that hearing aid, but even if He doesn't it's still good.
Because I've learned some lessons this week. I've heard God ask me some questions this week. And I've done some soul searching.
The end result? I need to be hungrier ... and not for food.
In His Love,
Glynnis
This question came to my mind when I started reading the book of Leviticus. Just so you know, this is NOT light reading. But I'm working my way through the "Knowing Jesus Study Bible." So I'm reading Leviticus.
I'm expecting this to be a challenge, because every time I've tried to read through the Bible in a year (which I'm not doing this time) I get hung up on Leviticus in March and stop reading. But that's beside the point.
This Bible is great because it points out references to Jesus all through Scripture. The introductory information on this chapter promises to connect the sacrifices of the Old Testament with Jesus as our atoning sacrifice. This same information page asked the question: "Why would the aroma of a sacrifice be important to God?" (Read Leviticus 1:9)
The author of this page suggested that perhaps the writer of Leviticus connected the human experience of the pleasant smell of cooking to God's pleasure. That got me thinking about the smell of food cooking. I really like that. I like the smell of brownies and bread baking, I like the smell of spicy Mexican food and I like hamburgers on a grill. But you know when I really LOVE the smell of food? When I'm hungry.
When I'm hungry everything smell great! Except okra ... and beets. But everything else smells fantastic. When I'm full, nothing really smells great.
I wonder if God loved the aroma of the sacrifice because He was hungry to see and experience the devotion of His people. Consequently, that same God must hunger to receive my devotion and obedience. Not just the surface, going-to-church type of obedience. But the kind that starts way down deep in my heart, and involves a sacrifice of some kind. A sacrifice that says "I prefer You God over this thing set before my eyes right now."
God hungers for me. What an amazing truth. Which leads me to my question: Do I hunger for God?
Do I hunger to know more of God? Do I hunger to experience God? Do I hunger to worship God? Do I hunger, really hunger, to hear from God? Or am I "satisfied" by other things?
It's a question that has shaken me up. In the midst of pondering this thought, my daughter lost her hearing aid. It's no small coincidence that I've been hearing God ask if I hunger to hear from Him.
We went back to the soccer field this morning with a metal detector. Still no hearing aid. But there is a bit of good news. I forgot that I purchased insurance that covers loss. So while it will still involve a co-pay, it's minimal compared to the full replacement cost.
God may still have a miracle planned for that hearing aid, but even if He doesn't it's still good.
Because I've learned some lessons this week. I've heard God ask me some questions this week. And I've done some soul searching.
The end result? I need to be hungrier ... and not for food.
In His Love,
Glynnis
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Last night, I sat on the sidelines of my daughter Cathrine's soccer practice with sweat dripping from every crease and crevice on my body. This would be because in Phoenix at 6 p.m. it is still 110 degrees. Yes, that was not a typo. Of course it didn't help that I had a computer on my lap flooding that part of my anatomy with electronically generated heat as well.
The practice was going well until about 7:30, when my daughter looked at me with a concerned look on her face and pointed to her ear and shrugged. I immediately knew what she was trying to say, and just about jumped out of my chair, sweat flying everywhere. She'd lost her hearing aid.
Apparently, she was putting on a colored vest, and felt the hearing aid get knocked out. Only just then her coach called her to join the group, and she ran away from where it fell, without picking it up.
By the time I got to the group and told the coach, we all started looking for it. Only after a few minutes did Cathrine tell me she knew when it fell. But by that point, she'd walked so far away from the spot that she didn't remember exactly where it was.
So six adults, and five girls spent the next 30 minutes looking in 2" high Bermuda grass for a little piece of plastic that cost $1,300. I kept praying for one of those miracle findings. As I crawled on my hands and knees, I reminded God of how easy it would be for one of us to find it with His direction. I even remembered reading an article about someone who prayed to find a hearing aid and found it in the garbage. I just knew any minute I was going to hear someone yell, "I found it!" But as the sun set, it didn't happen.
We went home with heavy hearts. All the time, I knew God was testing me to see how I would react. Cause, we don't have $1,300 to replace that hearing aid, y'all. (I've been reading a lot of my Southern sisters' blogs today, and can't help myself.) I knew I shouldn't have gotten upset with her, but on the way home I didn't stop myself from expressing frustration at why she didn't just stop and pick it up. I didn't do well on God's test.
This morning, bright and early, I was back on that grassy field with four children, and combed(literally) through the grass with fingers. Again, I prayed for God to shine the sun in just such a way that the hearing aid would glisten in the grass and we would see it. Again I fully expected to hear someone say, "I found it!" But they didn't.
One more time, I could feel God's testing taking place. My little girl doesn't really understand how much $1,300 is, but she knows it's a lot. And she feels horrible. So do I. But, I knew she needed reassurance that it would be okay, and I knew God was watching to see how I handled it. Remembering the "D" I got the night before, I approached my daughter with much more grace and compassion.
So we'll go back tomorrow with a metal detector. I don't know if God has a miracle planned or not, but I know I'll keep getting tested.
Every lesson I learn in life costs something. Perhaps this is one of those very expensive ones to teach me (once again) to give grace when someone makes an expensive mistake. Especially when that someone is a child ... mine. It's all perspective, you know, because I am thankful my children are alive!
If you think about it, please pray that we find that hearing aid. Thank you.
In His Love,
Glynnis
The practice was going well until about 7:30, when my daughter looked at me with a concerned look on her face and pointed to her ear and shrugged. I immediately knew what she was trying to say, and just about jumped out of my chair, sweat flying everywhere. She'd lost her hearing aid.
Apparently, she was putting on a colored vest, and felt the hearing aid get knocked out. Only just then her coach called her to join the group, and she ran away from where it fell, without picking it up.
By the time I got to the group and told the coach, we all started looking for it. Only after a few minutes did Cathrine tell me she knew when it fell. But by that point, she'd walked so far away from the spot that she didn't remember exactly where it was.
So six adults, and five girls spent the next 30 minutes looking in 2" high Bermuda grass for a little piece of plastic that cost $1,300. I kept praying for one of those miracle findings. As I crawled on my hands and knees, I reminded God of how easy it would be for one of us to find it with His direction. I even remembered reading an article about someone who prayed to find a hearing aid and found it in the garbage. I just knew any minute I was going to hear someone yell, "I found it!" But as the sun set, it didn't happen.
We went home with heavy hearts. All the time, I knew God was testing me to see how I would react. Cause, we don't have $1,300 to replace that hearing aid, y'all. (I've been reading a lot of my Southern sisters' blogs today, and can't help myself.) I knew I shouldn't have gotten upset with her, but on the way home I didn't stop myself from expressing frustration at why she didn't just stop and pick it up. I didn't do well on God's test.
This morning, bright and early, I was back on that grassy field with four children, and combed(literally) through the grass with fingers. Again, I prayed for God to shine the sun in just such a way that the hearing aid would glisten in the grass and we would see it. Again I fully expected to hear someone say, "I found it!" But they didn't.
One more time, I could feel God's testing taking place. My little girl doesn't really understand how much $1,300 is, but she knows it's a lot. And she feels horrible. So do I. But, I knew she needed reassurance that it would be okay, and I knew God was watching to see how I handled it. Remembering the "D" I got the night before, I approached my daughter with much more grace and compassion.
So we'll go back tomorrow with a metal detector. I don't know if God has a miracle planned or not, but I know I'll keep getting tested.
Every lesson I learn in life costs something. Perhaps this is one of those very expensive ones to teach me (once again) to give grace when someone makes an expensive mistake. Especially when that someone is a child ... mine. It's all perspective, you know, because I am thankful my children are alive!
If you think about it, please pray that we find that hearing aid. Thank you.
In His Love,
Glynnis
Sunday, August 2, 2009
She Speaks 2009 is officially in the books. I'm sitting in the Atlanta airport right now, tired but happy. My heart is filled to overflowing with joy and love in the shadow of this year's conference. As usual, God's fingerprints were everywhere!
What to others would be "coincidences" we know as "divine appointments." God is always faithful.
To commemorate our 9th annual She Speaks Conference, I've compiled a list of 10 of my favorite moments:
What to others would be "coincidences" we know as "divine appointments." God is always faithful.
To commemorate our 9th annual She Speaks Conference, I've compiled a list of 10 of my favorite moments:
- My first glimpse of 600 women jammed packed into a ballroom on Friday afternoon, waiting to learn why God called them to attend She Speaks.
- Dancing in to that ballroom to "We are Family" with my P31 sisters.
- Finding my name in the prayer room placed on "El Olam" Meaning "Everlasting God"
- Hearing Cheri Keaggy sing in person. I grew up listening to her uncle, Phil Keaggy, and have loved her music as well.
- Being with other women who love talking about verbs, adverbs and adjectives as much as I do.
- Meeting a sweet woman at dinner on Saturday who reads my blog. I'm humbled. Thank you!
- Working with fantastic publishers, editors and agents who gave up their weekend to give aspiring authors a chance to follow their dreams.
- Seeing the faces of women light up after a positive meeting with a publisher. I'm praying for you.
- Working with so many servant leaders and volunteers. Wow! You inspire me to keep pressing on. Thank you Lysa TerKeurst for modeling this with such grace and love.
- But the best thing of all that happened this weekend was God was lifted high and glorified.
May we become less and He become more.
There was so much more, but a top 100 list might be a bit overwhelming. If you went to She Speaks and have a favorite memory, please share it. I'd love to relive it with you.
Love,
Glynnis
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