Last week I was suddenly gifted with two tickets to the Seattle Women of Faith Conference, plus a $10 credit at the bookstore! By divine coincidence that week was a rental group that left on Thursday, the very day that everyone was heading over the mountains. The hunky hubby, at great personal sacrifice, stayed home from a camp paintball tournament to watch our 3 cyclones and off I went to meet my mom for the conference.
Now women’s retreats tend to frighten me somewhat. All of that estrogen in one room, pink and purple, purses and heels, hairspray in copious amounts…for me equals the urge to don my cut off jeans, holey Tennis shoes, and ancient H.S. football T-shirt that was gifted to me by the hunky hubby. Then hide in a bathroom stall or closet and watch the Jurassic Park Trilogy or Transformers. But I had a marvelous time, once I steeled my nerves for all of the girlishness. It was obviously God that had plopped me down in that sea of womanliness and I cried and laughed and learned a great deal. It was so wonderful to see my mom to. I good time all around.