THAT kind of weekend

Went to see Beth Moore this weekend. Not surprisingly, her message was delivered straight from God, and I walked away knowing Him in a fresh way. I feel as though I have seen a glimpse of how much He loves me - and how that impacts my life.

In the weeks leading up to this event, I have experienced several things that, had they happened a year ago, would have had me in tears for days. But, as I have taken these things before God, I realized that I wasn't crying about them. And I have been thanking him for it: that I don't cry as much as I used to.

In light of this, I found it appropriate that during the break between the two Saturday sessions of Beth's conference, I was weeping. And for the first time in a long time, it wasn't for me. For myself, I felt only joy. Joy over the fact that, no matter what happens, I have a God who loves me immeasurably, and will heal every hurt I ever experience.

And so I told God, again, how thankful I was that I wasn't crying for myself. And I told Him that I would willingly cry over others who are choosing not to experience His mighty power in their own lives.

And when I finished my prayer, all I could find myself saying was "Glory, to you, God."

Over. And over. And over.

The rest of the weekend was filled with things you might expect when six good friends who love the Lord get together WITHOUT THEIR CHILDREN.

There was a hot tub, a pool, laughter, coffee, a movie in the room, Chinese take-out, laughter, crying, late-night conversations, late-morning wake-ups, more laughter, prayer, weeping, encouragement. The list goes on.

Sometimes I wish y'all were neighbors, or something. Because sometimes, sharing the stuff of life just requires personal conversation. Writing, or at least MY writing, just doesn't suffice. I guess you will just have to be satisfied with knowing that God is working on me.

And I am convinced, more than ever, that He is good.