(Are these a man’s legs? Oh well!!!)
Last night I tuned in to the live broadcast from the Five Minute Friday Retreat Center in Mount Juliet TN. Kate, Jen, Holly and Mary were rock stars. From what we could see of the center it looked lovely. High ceilings, black leather couch, big front door, I think wood floors. The girls were all travel-weary but were keeping it at 100!!! Holly, we must figure out what this means! After about one hour of chatting, answering tweets, Kate, complete with drum roll announced the word prompt.
Yes, Gigi and Tammy, I am an #FMFCHEATER – I heard and saw the prompt. I went to bed thinking about it BUT, I got the worst stomachache ever and had to do the digestive oils thing and until midnight I moaned and groaned and really didn’t have a chance to ponder. (Is this the punishment for FMF cheating???!!!) I won’t keep you in suspense any longer, the word is…
Funny thing about the retreat – I was supposed to be there. The night they opened registration, guess who stayed up late to register? Wanting to avoid a sell-out I diligently waited. Holly Barrett had some trouble with the Paypal thingy so I waited some more. Finally, success. I registered my daughter and I for the Saturday session. It was going to be a fun mom-daughter weekend.
Lo and behold, family matters called my daughter away to South Florida. Then, my hubs was going to tag along, work while I attended the 7 hours on Saturday and we were going to make it a fun hubs-wife weekend. Then, he announced on Wednesday night that he should really stay home and finish the gun cart he is working on for his big Nationals competition in October. “You take the car, Sus’ and go!”
I thought about it for five minutes and then said, “No, I think I’m supposed to stay HERE.” So, I won’t be going
there but staying HERE.
Let’s see what the Lord wants me to do here.
Time is up. But isn’t it odd how these three words are similar?
where I’ll be because I’m not going there.