Then we shared with each other our struggles, (we both had recent miscarriages,) our hurting hearts, and our excitement to be surrounded by others who understand. A woman's heart is precious. Somehow both fragile and resilient.
Our chat reminded me how thankful I am.
I cannot believe God has granted me two 45 minute chances/sessions to speak into the wounds of sweet sisters. I'm no one special. My testimony pales in comparison to almost anyone else who has faced significant waits and loss on the path to motherhood. And yet, nine months ago, I received a phone call invitation to speak, and there was no way I'd pass on that gift.
I feel such gratitude. For 45 minutes, women will unlock their protected places and hold out to me their throbbing, tattered, wounded hearts as if to say, "Tell me what God means by this pain. Show me how He is hope." I am nearly on my face this morning realizing how unworthy I am of this sweet task. Yes, God is hope. But it will take His power working in me before I can ever effectively tell them so.
And I'm asking you one more time...
Will you please pray?
Pray that no one can leave this conference without catching a life-changing glimpse of God.
Pray for all 13 speakers, that each of us would speak Truth alone.
And yes, I'll be selfish.
Will you also pray for me? I so badly want to be a part of God's work this weekend.
I am so
thankful for your prayers.
You have no idea.