• My heart broke wide open…again.
• my head hurt ….constantly
• I missed my kid’s voices…surprising
• the number of times I shaved, and or washed my hair….was a shockingly small number
• I heard 2 of the names the Lord calls me…and has written on his thigh.
• I saw the commonality (if that’s not a word, it should be) in 65 different women…LOVE
• I heard stories of courage, heartbreak, brutality, and….REDEMPTION.
• I saw shiny faces lifted up singing a chorus to a LIVING GOD…not a religious symbol.
• I ate the BEST food…without a thought about calories…lovely.
• I chose to engage.
• I accepted love.
• I realized…how much I NEED….my husband.
• I knew FOR SURE….the Lord speaks to me. Thankful.
• I remembered, Jesus is drawn to the… broken. Like a moth to a flame, HE came.
• I forgave Eve…and myself.
• Took back what was mine, and was lost….

I came home exhausted. Yes, to the point of talking nonsense, but it was worth it. He always shows up, always fills my basket. Always. This weekend was when I realized… the women of City Church are ….sweet as syrup.