On Garages and Sales
Dear cyber-friends,
I will write nothing profound, clever, witty or deep today.
No ma’am.
Something in my “I-love-to-de-junk-my-house-and-get-rid-of-clutter” brain thought it would be a fab idea to hold a garage sale this weekend.
Yes, this weekend. After my biggest conference speaking engagement of the year.
What was I thinking?
Answer?
I was not.
I’m off to price and sell and smile. And then? To take my earnings and head for a resort.
Okay, maybe it will only be enough for a Starbucks, but I’m going somewhere.
Happy Weekend!!!!
Whispers
Hey Weight Loss Wednesday gals! Hope your week was fabulous.
Mine was exhaustingly Holy.
Is exhaustingly even a word? It has a little red squiggly line under it telling me it is not. However, there isn’t any other way to describe the last week I spent in North Carolina. It was exhausting. And holy.
I got to spend two solid days with my Proverbs 31 sisters in our annual team time training, which I was in charge of this year. Then, 608 women (as our Queen says, “that’s 1216 high heels!”) came in for our writers, speakers and womens ministry conference.
Also, I got to spend time with old friends like her and her and her. We heard a surprise message (just to the attendees, not to us, we knew it was happening ) via video from none other than her. On main stage, our own president Lysa spoke and then, special guest her. They both knocked it outta the park.
I was the last scheduled main speaker on stage. My knees were knocking at the thought of batting clean-up after three fabulous speakers, but our God showed up big.
And, best of all, I got to spend time with my daughter Kenna who lives in Charlotte.
Truly the best week of my year.
However, I was also faced with 6 days of the most fattening food of my life. The food served to us at the conference was fancy and decadent. The rest of the time, I was on the road, except for the night I spent at her house. She may know her fashion, but her man knows how to cook! Two fabulous meals there were out of this world!
So I was met with a challenge. How to stay on track in the face of such yummy food. No scales to weigh out portions. No calorie count on the back of the box. No fruit to grab while I passed on the cheesecake or fudge-laden brownie. No salad to order instead.
I only relied on one thing.
God’s whisper.
Yes, it may sound strange, especially if one is not used to two-way communication with God and instead only visits Him Sunday mornings while parked in a pew or auditorium seat. But I heard Him loud and clear.
So, did I eat any of the decadent food?
Yep.
All that was put before me?
Nope.
Were there times I passed things up completely without a bite?
Uh-huh.
Were their times I just took one or two bites and called it good?
Oh yeah….and good it was!
I relied on the whisper of God. I knew when He was saying, “Go right ahead sweetie. You have lots of duties this weekend and you need some nourishment.”
And, I knew when he was saying, “Whoa now sister. You’ve had plenty. Put down the fork and trust in Me.”
James 4:17 says, “So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.” (ESV)
I saw that verse in a whole new light this past weekend.
Is it a sin to eat a decadent dessert? Yes and no.
Is it a sin to enjoy a sourdough roll with butter? Yes and no.
To answer those questions, you’d need to know the circumstances, the last time food was eaten, whether or not God had prompted you to fast from food that day or that meal. It just isn’t a black and white or yes or no answer.
It is a whisper answer.
And it works.
It even allows us to lose weight while living in the land of fattening food for a week.
I know
Now, how was your week? Or if you are new today, leave a comment letting us know why you are here?
Have a wonderful week everyone!
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Congrats to: Linda; timestamp July 24,2010 at 7:28 a.m. You are the winner of the fashion package giveaway with Shari Braendel. Please send me your home address at karen@proverbs31.org!
With a Little Help From My Friends
Twenty-four hours ago, I was huddled back stage waiting to step up on the platform and deliver a message God had laid heavy on my heart.
I usually love to talk.
A lot.
Just ask my family who instead loves it when I take a breath. You know, so they can actually get in a word or two.
But yesterday, although I had pages of notes all typed out and color-coded, I felt like running away.
Now perhaps it had something to do with stepping up and speaking at a weekend conference as “clean-up batter” following Lysa TerKeurst, Beth Moore and Angela Thomas. (I am totally not kidding.)
Perhaps it had something to do with still not being back down to my goal weight and wondering “Does this outfit make me look 10 pounds thinner?” and “If so, the camera on the wide screen will just put it all back on!”
Maybe it was because just before the conference in our P31 speaker team time, we heard an awesome presentation from professional speaker trainer Tom Davis of Children’s Hope Chest. Maybe I was afraid I’d fall short and not remember all the powerful yet practical tips he gave our team for what to do on the platform to make sure our message connects with the audience.
Whatever the reason, I wanted to feign the flu, go back up to my hotel room and pull the covers way up over my head to escape.
Enter my friends.
Like heat-seeking missiles, one by one, my sweet Proverbs 31 sisters found me. Prompted by God’s spirit, they’d been awakened early with little-ole’ me on their mind. So they stormed the Throne on my behalf.
Others joined.
Old friends who were there.
My prayer team at home and around the country.
My new-found friends in my speaker evaluation group.
My sweet Kenna who was to sign a song at the end of my talk with the beautiful, worshipful woman of God, Cheri Keaggy.
My behind-the-scenes, patient, seeks-no-spotlight, college-sweetheart-turned-husband, Todd.
Yes, one-by-one they found me.
Texted me.
Hugged me and prayed over me.
Just like the New Testament folks who carried their friend to Jesus, my friends carried me too.
So dear, sweet sisters who were there, please know that when I stepped up on that stage, it was not me you were seeing.
It was the body of Christ.
My sisterhood of “sistahs”, taking a sometimes broken, formerly-battered, talks-on-organization-but-has-no-groceries-in-the-house-and-a-sinkful-of-dirty-dishes-as-we-speak woman and lifting her up so she could stand.
To all of you everywhere who felt compelled to pray:
I thank you.
I love you.
I’d never dare to do ministry without you.
I only get by with a little help from my friends.
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NOTE: Due to the number of new readers popping over from the conference, I’m gonna leave up the last post from fashion-queen and God’s girl Miss Shari Braendel to give you just a little longer to comment and enter to win the fabulous giveaway. Winner will be announced Wednesday. Hugs to you all!!!!
















