The new gal pal

Okay, so where did I leave off?

Friday night. Philips Arena. Crying.

Change Friday night to Saturday morning and that pretty much sums up the whole weekend.

I went into the weekend really wanting to hear from God and it’s funny how He responds to that. I think He was serious with that whole “Ask and it shall be given, seek and ye shall find” stuff.

Priscilla Shirer began her talk with Exodus 19:9. The minute she mentioned the wilderness I knew I was going to hear something powerful. I’ve spent so much time in the last few years feeling like I don’t know what I’m doing or where I’m going. I’ve watched our lives take some crazy, unexpected turns that have left me breathless.

I was so moved to hear her talk about how God often calls you while you’re still in the wilderness. He brings you there to show you who He really is and I can say without a doubt that the last two years of my life have taught me more about God’s power and provision than any other time in my life.

On Saturday morning I woke up at 6:30 a.m. BEFORE THE ALARM EVEN WENT OFF.

This has never happened in the history of my life.

I was so excited about the day that I was actually up and dressed by 8 a.m. AND WAS HAPPY ABOUT IT.

Saturday was another awesome day. And, yes, I pretty much spent the whole day wiping tears from my eyes.

By the afternoon I looked as if I had a bad case of the pink eye.

Note to self: Don’t be afraid to bring some Visine next time

Another note to self: Also, some Kleenex might be a good idea.

The only thing that wasn’t fabulous about Saturday were the real issues that arise when there are 19,000 women in one arena who all need to go to the bathroom at various points throughout the day. I, myself, can go about ten times before noon on a good day.

However, I didn’t want to miss one minute of anything so I just tried to focus on other things that were unrelated to water or flowing rivers.

Finally, it was lunch time. Sophie and I planned to eat lunch with Annie who offered to bring us lunch. She met us down on the floor so we could follow her to the designated lunch spot. We needed to go to the bathroom, but took one look at the lines and decided we didn’t have 58 minutes, or the better part of my life, to spare.

After lunch, I thought my luck might be better.

I am so naive.

Did I honestly think that the restroom situation was going to improve after 19,000 women spent an hour drinking Diet Coke and assorted Starbucks beverages?

I started to wait in a line, but I could tell that there was a good chance I was going to die from old age or a bladder explosion before I actually made it to a stall, so I just headed back to my seat. I figured if I was going to die I might as well be enjoying some good praise and worship music.

Thankfully, I was able to get to a restroom located backstage. Otherwise I shudder to think at how badly it all could have ended.

At one point I was even considering the purchase of a Stadium Gal for my next Deeper Still Event.

Stadium Gal, for when you’ve gotta go, but you wanna stay.

I am not kidding. It’s a real product.

Maybe someone could make a special Deeper Still Stadium Gal.

Oh, there are so many multiple meanings in that title.