I’m sitting in the airport in the ATL trying to concentrate on writing a blog post while a constant stream of humanity walks past. There’s the gang banger with the jeweled hat who’s being wheeled down the concourse with two casts on his legs. I wonder who he dissed? Woman With Insanely High Heels Walking Badly just shuffled by. Why would she wear those to the airport? I’m all about beauty over practicality but I’ll take my leopard flats, thank you very much. Then there’s the military man walking in cadence. Is he fresh home from war? I am a sinful people watcher. Before you know it, I’ve imagined a whole life for them they’ve probably never dreamed of living. The gang banger is probably a missionary who fell off a roof in Haiti building an orphanage and then don’t I look like a shmuck?
I really didn’t intend on blog breaking so I really don’t know where to begin in catching up. How about I’ll just begin in the present and tell you why I’m in the Atlanta Airport. Because you are dying to know.
Yes, you are.
I don’t even remember if I told you I was going to speak at a conference in Arkansas put together by one of my most favorite PW Bloggers, Julie. I know I’ve mentioned it on Facebook otherwise known as The Apostasy. I’m seriously going to have sharing things in 160 letter updates because it makes writing a blog post feel like a novella. I love WordPress and do not want to break up with it so perhaps it’s time for me to choose. Facebook. I’m NOT addicted to you, baby. But you’re a hard habit to break. (I’m not addicted. Really. Not.)
But that’s not the point. Julie along with Rachel, Stephanie, and Melissa (All PW’s I might add) were charged with putting together a women’s conference for Harmony Baptist Association in Arkansas. Y’all. These girls did a mighty fine job and I do mean MIGHTY. Rachel’s hubby is the pastor of FBC Pine Bluff and it is seriously one of the most beautiful sanctuaries I’ve ever seen. They also have a great choir robe room because I mistakenly walked in to it no less than 13 times when trying to make my way from a little prayer room I used between sessions.
I can not say enough how humbled I am to have been a part of what God is doing in the lives of the women who attended. We had two general sessions and then was able to spend time with a group of precious ministry wives in a breakout. I would have given anything to have had a few hours with them because you just can’t cover a lifetime of shared experiences in 40 minutes.
Okay, they are calling for my flight early and I am not going to miss another one. Which yeah, I failed to mention I’m in Atlanta because I missed the flight from Little Rock to Memphis by 3 stinkin’ minutes. Not because I couldn’t make the plane mind you, but because airline policy prevents check in less than 30 minutes prior to departure. Seriously?? No big though, I’m still going to make it home about the same time and I didn’t even have to change concourses. God is good and He loves me very much.
So okay girls. That’s it for now. I’m not even going to get on Facebook now.