Beth Moore read my journal.

It’s 7:07am, San Antonio time. I am sitting on the floor of my hotel room, all the lights off, while my roomie Amy Beth still snoozles. The sun is rising out our 16th story window and I can’t decide what to do- blog or watch, blog or watch. Ok, blotch.

I wanted to rush home from the Beth Moore talk last night and blog it out until Kingdom come. My mind was so full, my heart so full, that I was dying to get it out.

Instead we went to a Mexican restaurant with some bloggers and LifeWay folks and stayed until midnight.

[For those of you keeping track, that means I was actually awake for 21 straight hours. Eww.]

So needless to say, when I got home at 12:35am and had to be ready to go at 7:45am, blogging wasn’t how I chose to spend my few sleeping hours. But my heart was blogging, even if my fingers weren’t.

I’m going to have to make this short [who just said “GLORY!”?]. But let me tell you what Beth Moore talked about for over half her talk last night.


I’m sorry- has she been reading my JOURNAL? Or is she a secret fan of ye old blog, because correct me if I’m wrong, but is that not the THEME OF MY LIFE right now?

Actually. It has very little to do with Beth attempting to teach directly to me, one of 10,000. It has far more to do with God speaking directly to me, one of 10,000. And directly to each woman here.

What is He saying?

“Love ya, girl.”

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