PTP Crazy Blessings Countdown:
10. When I got to my first lesson of the day, I realized I’d left the power point thumb drive in the room. Our room is at the opposite end of the hotel and is on the floor number TEN; the very top floor. I literally ran all the way to our room, in heels, and retrieved that thumb drive and sprinted back to the room where the presentation was to be. I met some ladies on my way back who were glad to see me. They said they thought they were late to my session.
9. There were NINE important items that our family lost in the last few hours:
My Bible. (Cody McCoy is my hero.)
Glenn’s phone. (Fogarty is Glenn’s hero.)
My thumb drive (Fogarty is my hero, too.)
Eliza Jane.
The “Moritz” room. I thought I knew right where that was.
The sole of one of my blue sandals. We’ve walked a lot this week!
Colleyanna’s Branson PTP coin. We’re going to see if they have any more tomorrow.
My train of thought when a loud and majestic ballroom music soundtrack began to play through the sound system while I was speaking about entertainment choices in a large room. It was epic as I was just starting to “hammer down” on a point about entertainment and a living sacrifice.
Our minds when I spilled a large iced soft drink all over Eliza at supper and she began to scream as If I had dropped her into a vat of boiling tar.
8. There were EIGHT minutes left before I was to speak when I sprinted back to the room to retrieve the power point drive. You can make art from diagonal corner to corner of the hotel in four minutes in traffic.
7. SEVEN sweet sisters in the Digging Deep session were completely and confidently finished with all assignments through the month of June. I’m so very proud of them. Several more are very close and will be finished with the entire study by the end of August.
6. SIX is how many people squeezed into our little supper booth at a very crowded restaurant in this crowded town. SIX very hungry, hot, very thirsty people who were thankful for sitting and for water! We are spiritually hydrated, though.
5. FIVE is the number of lectures that I got to attend today; partially or in totality. I wish I could attend every one. SO thankful for the ‘later-listening” technology.
4. FOUR-year old class. That’’s the class Eliza Jane ended up in, though she was registered with the threes. She decided she was ack-sually four and she should be in the big-girl class and (drumroll, please) she decided that she did not need her pacifier in the big girl class! This is huge for this “I-will give-you-the-shirt-off-my-back-but-not-my-paci” girl! PTP is a place of unbelievable maturation!
3. How many kids were in our car for twelve hours to come to this place? THREE!…That’s do-able…right? Barely.
2. TWO thousand people assembling to grow in Him!
- ONE body, and ONE Spirit, even as we are called in ONE hope of His calling, ONE lord, ONE Faith, ONE baptism, ONE God and Father of all, who is above all and through all and in us all! We are ONE. We are His and we are restored.
ZERO!—ZERO regrets. Having this amazing July blessing right in between three camps and a VBS (which starts Sunday) is totally worth the wear. We are grateful to an amazing team of planners, movers, shakers, who made this happen at the culminating point of years of envisioning. There’s one man here, running the children’s program, whose wife had a baby on Monday in another state. That’s dedication…(mostly on the part of that amazing wife and mother!…I love her!)
