Me: “Honey, I just found out that P31 Ministries is offering a scholarship again this year to attend the She Speaks Conference coming up July 31st to August 2nd. I need to write about why I want to go.”
Him (ripping into a bag of tortilla chips): “Did you read the post that won last year?”
Me (getting him a bowl): “Yes, Karla wrote it and it was wonderful.”
Him (ignoring the bowl): “Well. Just copy and paste that one.”
And with that, he left the room, trailing tortilla chip carnage in his wake.
He’ll be here all week, ladies and gentlemen.
I attended She Speaks last year. On the writer’s track. I was blessed by the speakers and attendees in ways that I’m still processing, a year later.
I desperately wish to attend again this year. But not on the Writer’s track (although the readers of this blog are all sending up a collective prayer that I will rethink this position).
I really feel led to be placed on the Speaker’s Track.
In this last year, I have been asked to speak. In public. In front of people. People with ears.
And I said yes. Which is odd because I have a deep and abiding fear of speaking in public. And interestingly, when I’m nervous, the most inappropriate stories seem to fall from my mouth.
I think that should I attend the She Speaks conference on the Speakers Track, I might learn a lesson like; “Always ask if you will be speaking from, say, a holy alter in the sanctuary of God’s house.”
And if so, you won’t plan a talk that includes factoids about yourself like how you were named after a stripper.
Or you might not feel compelled to relive the story about how you turned around in the library one day only to find your 3 year old son naked, from the waist down.
Things like that.
I believe that laughter is God’s medicine. And this is why my blog rarely tackles the tough issues. My blog is a respite for weary moms like myself, who just need to prop up their bunny slippered feet and laugh at their predicament.
I want to be able to do the same thing when I’m asked to speak to the moms in the trenches. And yet, have my wits about me to tie in what God is whispering in my ear.
Oh Lord, let my words be a healing salve, even when sprinkled with bathroom humor.
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