Ok, for any of you who have kept up with me in the last several years, you know that I am quite a fan of Beth Moore
. Fan is a gentle word, which conjures images of someone who appreciates another person’s gifting. It is a better choice than stalker, which sounds, well, weirder.
I got to hear her teach this weekend in Birmingham, and you will NEVER believe what I also got to experience.
Beth. In her jammies. With giant rollers and barely any makeup. In her hotel room.
Lest you have an image of me knocking out the room service lady, dressing up in her clothes, and sneaking up to Beth’s room, that is not what happened. That scenario was a not-so-distant plan B to actually being invited to meet her.
A few small points I would like to make here.
I did not throw up nor pass out when I met her ( which may have been directly related to the fact that it is hard to pass out in front of someone in pajamas) and also, she is exactly who I hoped she would be. I cannot tell you what it meant to me to stand with the woman who first introduced me to the Lord.
I’m pretty sure I said absolutely nothing of substance, but I am proud of the fact that I didn’t kick off my shoes and ask if all the girls could stick their feet in the tub together (that was part of the food delivery plan, which, in retrospect may have been flawed. And also, illegal).
I left the room after being encouraged in a way I never expected, and I cried when I got to the elevator. To the other 37 women who shared that elevator with me, I apologize and take full responsibility for making that the most awkward 54 seconds of your life.
I recovered enough to listen to Kay Arthur preach, and marveled at the way the Lord has used her testimony and her love for the Lord to inspire so many women. I respect her immensely and pray that one day when I am 77 years old I will be able to quote Scripture and rock skinny jeans and knee high boots the same way she does.
The next morning, Kelly Minter led a devotional and I decided to add her to my list of stalkees. Lucky you, Kelly. Lucky you.
Priscilla Shirer spoke next and I will not try to recreate the lesson for you. Sufficed to say, the hair on my arms stood up for an hour and a half and I took notes like I was in college again. But not biology, which I never took notes in because my professor wore holiday sweaters that played music and I couldn’t bring myself to look away long enough to do anything but imagine his closet. And also, did they ever start playing in the middle of the night? Creepy. Although it does have potential as a Lifetime movie mystery.
Priscilla is one of the most phenomenal Bible teachers I have ever had the privilege of hearing. I cannot recommend her highly enough, and if you have never done one of her studies, you really should. One word of caution though. If you ever see her in person, do not sit directly behind her husband unless there is stadium seating. Noted.
Worship was fantastic. It was the first time I have ever heard Travis Cottrell sing live and he is honestly phenomenal in person. Being married to a singer I feel like I am always wondering if people can really sing as well as they do on CD because there is so much that happens in the studio. He is FANTASTIC, and so were all of the others who led worship.
I had a book signing and met some amazing women who I am still praying for, and I never cease to be amazed at how many women have similar stories or know someone who does.
Then, it was time for Beth.
It goes without saying that she looked fabulous (in a jacket she got at Steinmart, no less. Or, “Steinmarts” as Sophie has quoted..she was also there and I was so excited I kind of attack-hugged her :).
She brought the house down as she always does, and if memory serves me correctly, she may have talked about me while she was teaching. Like, said my actual name that my parents gave me. I have a birth certificate to prove it. And also, she looked at me.
But I can’t give you any more details about that because I blacked out and concentrated on getting the feeling in my body to come back.
From what I recall, it was very kind.
Kay, Priscilla, Beth, and Kelly did a Q&A at the end and I think it was my favorite part of the whole weekend (minus Beth in rollers saying, “I know it’s hard to take me seriously this way, Angie…”). I laughed until I had tears in my eyes and walked out of there so grateful for a group of women who had all gathered together to meet with the same God.
I wanted to stay for the Compassion dinner and see all of my sweet friends (ones I have met and others I hadn’t yet) but the kids and Todd were with me and we felt like we needed to get home and put them in their own beds. So, we did.
I am so grateful to Todd, who spent the weekend taking the girls swimming and to Claire’s for earrings so that I could be there. I hate traveling without them, and it is a very rare man who can take care of 4 kids in another city to support his wife. He is incredible…I am so grateful for him and his heart.
So, if you have made it this far in the post, I want to share a little news with you (Why did you think I was going to say I was pregnant?!?!?! Because I am totally NOT :))
A few weeks ago I alluded to a little secret I had and I can officially share it with you now…I think you will understand why I asked for prayer, and why I will continue to do so. This is not something that is in my comfort zone (as in, I would rather teach biology with a singing snowman sweater on), but I am blessed beyond words to have this opportunity.
I can’t tell you how much I hope I get to meet some of you ladies who I haven’t been able to yet…so when you get a chance, check out the info and see if you can join us 🙂
And please, please pray for me.
I want to serve Him well in this life, and don’t think I’m taking a minute of it for granted. January 17th will mark my tenth anniversary as a Christian and I am in constant awe of the One Who loves me so relentlessly…
Love to all…