I’m supposed to play it cool here. “Oh yeah, totes normal, I’m speaking at a Q Event, I mean, duh, of course.”
What I actually feel on my insides is, “OH MY GRAVY WHAT IS HAPPENING DO THEY REALIZE WHAT THEY’VE DONE AM I ALLOWED TO BE FUNNY DO THEY KNOW I MAKE DUMB JOKES HURRY UP NOVEMBER 3 BEFORE GABE LYONS UN-INVITES ME BECAUSE I CAN BE A TOTAL YAHOO!”
Run-on sentences. I say them when I can’t believe the opportunities I’ve been given.
Whoa. There’s my face.
I mean, y’all. You know me. I’m just a normal Annie. And soooo many of the men and women that will be speaking at Q Women on November 3rd are really respected and immensely wise. And I wear glitter nail polish…. so….
…. that should go over great.
At Q Women, I am talking about contentment, because, you know, I AM A PROFESSIONAL AT IT. (yeah right)
But seriously. I attended Q Ideas in the spring and some of the sessions and discussions were massively influential to me and as I peruse what the other speakers are bringing up at Q Women, I expect it will be the same. Some of this conversations are so so important and it is such an honor – really – for me to share space with these. I am excited to share some things I am processing about contentment and a full life and what that looks like for women no matter what life place you are in.
And ELLIE HOLCOMB is leading worship so that’s all you need to know, isn’t it?
Women, please please join us. You can register here. Only the first 500 women who register will be able to attend and I want you to be in that audience.
(Selfishly, because I need my people there to laugh at my jokes.)
But also. Really. Q Events are different and unique and amazing. I hope you ladies will come.
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By the way, while we’re at it- if you’re in Nashville- I’m speaking next Saturday at the Called Conference. If you’re in the area, join us!
Those are all my announcements. Now I fly to Eden Prairie, MN for Girls of Grace!
Y’all have a great weekend.
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I know. It’s been a heavy week over here. (You guys, that’s why I told you about the ice cream on Monday. I knew we’d all need it.)
Today matters the most to me.
Today, we pray for Scotland.
If you don’t know what is going on, simply put- Scotland is voting today about whether they want to remain a part of the United Kingdom or if they want to become an independent nation.
I can’t explain it better than that, but some other people have. Here are two of the articles I find easiest to understand:
Of course, you can google and find all that you could ever want to read. And by the time you are seeing this in the USA, probably sometime Thursday morning, our friends in Scotland will already be up, with the television turned on, and votes being cast.
What do I think they should do? Doesn’t matter.
Which way do I think is the vote going to go? Doesn’t matter.
What matters is what happens now- for the people and the country.
Here is what I’m praying:
–> For revival in Scotland (here’s a great article about that)
–> For the future of that nation politically.
–> For the rescue and salvation of relationships between Scots on the “yes” and “no” side, no matter the result. I have watched dear friends on both sides of the issue argue on Facebook, and everyone is seriously passionate, and I’m praying that God would give them the ability to reunite despite the harsh words and deep opposing feelings. Praying peace for all the hearts.
–> For God to do what only He can do- use this to draw the Scottish people to Himself.
I sit here, Wednesday night, just typing and crying. I cannot adequately express what that country means to me, what those people mean to me. It’s my home, plain and simple. And to know that Thursday is a massive day in the history of this country, it weighs heavy on all of us who have Scotland in our blood.
When I lived there in 2011, I made a few (low quality) youtube videos for this ol’ blog. You can see the whole list of them here. But I’m going to embed below my favorite- the Fringe Festival of 2011. If you’ve read Let’s All Be Brave, make sure to watch the whole video – as low quality as it is – and remember that I made this before that book was even in my head. Crazy to think about.
In many ways, that’s where my heart still is. In Edinburgh, on that Royal Mile, believing God to move in that land.
Thanks for your prayers today for the people of Scotland.
Today is a landmark day for that country. It’s our honor to stand by the people and lift them up.
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[Once a week, I am going to be sharing with you a brave story sent in from a reader. You can comment, respond, encourage. Want to submit your own story or a story of a brave friend of yours? Head to thatisbrave.com!]
This week’s #thatisbrave story comes from Cody. I love how she is finding brave in her people and how it is changing her! Amazing. Her words, and her name, are used with her permission.
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I’m typing this with mint green fingernails. I am a pink-polish girl, but today the girl next to me chose to paint her nails a glittery gray. She said she’d wanted to do it for months and was finally going to try it. I told her she was brave. And I meant it.
And then I traded in my bubble-gum pink for mint green. Because watching someone be brave makes me want to be brave too.
In Let’s All Be Brave, Annie Downs writes:
“But how to find them – the people who will stand with you and hold up your arms or cover your mouth when you should shut up…The people are easier to identify than you may realize – you just follow your path and look around, because the brave ones? They are the ones parallel to you. They are your people…You step toward the thing that scares you and you do it and then you look around. Those people standing beside you? They are brave too. They must be to be walking alongside you on the courageous path.” (pages 78-79)
Let me tell you something about the past six months. I have not felt brave or bold or courageous. In nail polish terms, I have felt the softest shade of pink in a world gone all neon and glitter.
But my friends? My people? They are the bravest. One loves people with boldness and fights furiously to see them live into what God has for them. One is brilliant and moving across the country to go to school. One opens her home and makes all feel welcome, invited, a part. One raises her children with intentionality that sees each of them as an individual – she is three different mothers all in one. One prays for the nations right here in our city. One lives every day with the gentlest kind of strength I have ever witnessed.
My people are brave. And they make me want to be brave too.
I have no illusions about their lives. They tremble with fear. They cry in frustration. They are tempted to quit. Sometimes they speak without thinking, and sometimes they are silent when they should speak. They are just living, as best they know how, with this great big God inside of them, and He is making Himself known in and through them.
It makes me smile when I see Him like that. And it makes me braver too.
I don’t want to live their lives. I want to live my own life with the same courage. I want to seek God with the same passion. I want to serve His people with the same joy. I want to love with everything inside of me and pray with every bit of faith He’ll grant. I don’t want to be them. I just want to be near them because they dare me to let God have His way.
Sometimes someone else’s glittery gray dares us toward our own mint green.
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