They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. The way to my heart is to clean my bathrooms (and just about everything else in my house, but especially my horridly-neglected bathrooms) while I’m out of town and you’re watching my children! Thank you sooooo much, Janelle! (And Mom, I love you, too!)
We’re home! Whew. Long day, but good. If you prayed for me today sometime around 1:00pm, would you please raise your hand? Consider yourself partakers in a miracle. I was this close to bursting into tears and running away from the luncheon (details forthcoming), and God worked a miracle. Huge happy ending. Happy, happy ending. You Spirit-filled prayer warrior girlies are my heroes!
It was so wonderful to meet Tonia and her family. So far, I haven’t met a xanga friend I didn’t like. I haven’t met all of you yet though, so that could change… (kidding!)
My mind and body are tired, but my stomach and heart are full. God is good. So good. Thanks again for praying! Early Monday morning, the girlies and I are heading two hours north to speak at Jamie’s MOPS group. If you’re not sick of praying for me yet, please ask God to 1.) help me stay awake and 2.) help me minister to these dear women.
Love you guys!