Friday morning I dropped the kids off at Nanna's and joined Scott's cousin Bevin on the road, headed for the annual Women of Purpose conference in Hershey, PA. (It's no coincidence that they put a women's conference in "Chocolate Country"!!)
It was really tough for me to go actually, I was having very strong emotions about leaving the kids - though thankfully they were not so concerned and let me leave without guilt!
We made it there in record time (thanks to lead-foot Bevin ;) and found some seats for the first session.
I'd been looking forward to this for literally a whole year, since we found out that Liz Curtis-Higgs (author of Bad Girls of the Bibles) was returning as the keynote speaker. Liz was the speaker in 2010 and I just loved her. She is funny, funny, funny AND has an incredible way of presenting scripture with insight and detail.
And she did not disappoint! Speaking on the book of Ruth (just 4 chapters, but so much more than I ever realized!), Liz started out with some amazing words from God.
Here's a brief look at some of what she said on Friday night...
Ruth, from Moab, a despised people in Israel's eyes, had married the son of an Israelite couple who moved to Moab to flee the drought in Israel. After they were married 10 years, both the Israelite sons (who Liz nicknamed Wimpy and Frumpy, based on the Hebrew meaning for their names!) and father had all died. This left Ruth, her mother-in-law Naomi and Orpah, the other brothers widow, childless and without a provider.
Naomi opted to move back to Israel when she heard the famine was over, thinking her kin would take care of her. She told her daughters-in-law to go back to their families where they could likely remarry and have kids. Orpah went, but Ruth wanted to go with Naomi.
Naomi did not want this. She probably realized that her kin would not welcome a Moabite in their midst, and she could impact Naomi's help, however Ruth was not to be dissuaded;
But Ruth replied, “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so severely, if even death separates you and me.” When Naomi realized that Ruth was determined to go with her, she stopped urging her.
Ruth 1: 16-18
God saw Ruth's faith, and though she was not an Israelite, He moved in the heart of Naomi and her kin to where Ruth was not only accepted (Naomi said to her, “Go ahead, my daughter.” Ruth 2:2b), esteemed and loved, BUT (Liz kept referencing these big "BUT's" of the Bible!) she was also one of the women in the lineage of the Lord Jesus Christ, the great-grandmother of King David to be precise!
In the book of Ruth, Ruth is "redeemed" by a family member of Naomi's, a Godly upstanding man named Boaz. As Liz reflected on the story she demonstrated how Boaz's response to Ruth, acceptance, protection, provision and love, mirrored Jesus's way with us.
When Liz (we're on first name terms now!) spoke about Ruth, I identified with this young woman. She was a foreigner (check), who had adopted a new culture that included following God (check), had no blood family around (check) and did not have a squeaky clean past (check and check)! And yet God so loved her that none of that mattered.
And yet I find myself often thinking that God could not possibly accept me, and all my flaws, and failures and past.
When she had finished, there was an altar call. For those of you not familiar with evanglical church, an altar call is where the preacher invites anyone and everyone to step toward the "altar", the place of offering for God. I went forward and sat on the floor, in front of the stage to pray (it's ok, others did it to!!).
So, as I sat before God, in a room with more than 3,000 women, but very much alone, I poured out my heart to Him. At first I was not sure what I was struggling with, but the more I talked (and cried) the closer I came to understanding this desperate need for validation, to know that I am His and I am acceptable.
God gave Jesus to die for our sins, and he raised him to life, so that we would be made acceptable to God.
Romans 4:25
I was so thankful to have my closest friends there with me, to speak against the thoughts of self-doubt and speak truth into my life. And so I left with a lighter load than I came.
We went out for a bite to eat, and slept in the nice hotel before returning for session 3 this morning. On my way in I found the entry form for the raffle to win the Hershey gift basket, and put down my info so if nothing else I would get email updates on the other events in the district!
We took our seats and waited for the morning session. Before the "main event" I popped to the bathroom, as you do! On my way back a friend texted me "You better share that chocolate. Lol!"
I just knew somehow I'd won the basket. I walked a little quicker back to my seat to see the modest, but still pleasing basket of goodies! With disbelief I asked my friends if I'd really one, which I clearly had. I was in a pleasant state of shock - I don't win much, and there were so many women there!
I smiled as we began to sing with the band and I entered into it with so much more heart than I had been able to on Friday afternoon. And as I looked at the words I was singing, and sang them to God with absolute conviction, I felt God whisper to me (you know, that quiet little voice that reassures you in times of need) "The chocolate is a gift from me."
You probably fall in to one of two camps at this point:
1) You think I'm "hearing voices" and are ready to call an institution, or;
2) You know that my eyes immediately filled with tears as I "got it", as I felt that acceptance that had so alluded me before.
Whichever camp you're in, you need to realize that there are no coincidences or happy accidents. God is a master orchestrator and takes much delight in bringing joy to His children. I'm not good at "feeling" God, nor am I great with intangible concepts. But a basket of chocolate, God knows even I can feel that!
And here endeth my happy story today... with a picture of me and Liz (!), whom I encourage you all to check out online, in a book or DVD!
Naomi opted to move back to Israel when she heard the famine was over, thinking her kin would take care of her. She told her daughters-in-law to go back to their families where they could likely remarry and have kids. Orpah went, but Ruth wanted to go with Naomi.
Naomi did not want this. She probably realized that her kin would not welcome a Moabite in their midst, and she could impact Naomi's help, however Ruth was not to be dissuaded;
But Ruth replied, “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so severely, if even death separates you and me.” When Naomi realized that Ruth was determined to go with her, she stopped urging her.
Ruth 1: 16-18
God saw Ruth's faith, and though she was not an Israelite, He moved in the heart of Naomi and her kin to where Ruth was not only accepted (Naomi said to her, “Go ahead, my daughter.” Ruth 2:2b), esteemed and loved, BUT (Liz kept referencing these big "BUT's" of the Bible!) she was also one of the women in the lineage of the Lord Jesus Christ, the great-grandmother of King David to be precise!
In the book of Ruth, Ruth is "redeemed" by a family member of Naomi's, a Godly upstanding man named Boaz. As Liz reflected on the story she demonstrated how Boaz's response to Ruth, acceptance, protection, provision and love, mirrored Jesus's way with us.
When Liz (we're on first name terms now!) spoke about Ruth, I identified with this young woman. She was a foreigner (check), who had adopted a new culture that included following God (check), had no blood family around (check) and did not have a squeaky clean past (check and check)! And yet God so loved her that none of that mattered.
And yet I find myself often thinking that God could not possibly accept me, and all my flaws, and failures and past.
When she had finished, there was an altar call. For those of you not familiar with evanglical church, an altar call is where the preacher invites anyone and everyone to step toward the "altar", the place of offering for God. I went forward and sat on the floor, in front of the stage to pray (it's ok, others did it to!!).
So, as I sat before God, in a room with more than 3,000 women, but very much alone, I poured out my heart to Him. At first I was not sure what I was struggling with, but the more I talked (and cried) the closer I came to understanding this desperate need for validation, to know that I am His and I am acceptable.
For
a long time I wasn't. He could not accept me while I lived
independently, seeking to satisfy my own wants in my own way - that's
sin and being holy, God could not accept me.
But
then I realized that Jesus could atone for my sin, His death and
resurrection was available to me to pay for my sin and wipe my slate
clean. I asked Jesus to do that for me, and I believe He has.
This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.
Matthew 26:28
God gave Jesus to die for our sins, and he raised him to life, so that we would be made acceptable to God.
Romans 4:25
I was so thankful to have my closest friends there with me, to speak against the thoughts of self-doubt and speak truth into my life. And so I left with a lighter load than I came.
We went out for a bite to eat, and slept in the nice hotel before returning for session 3 this morning. On my way in I found the entry form for the raffle to win the Hershey gift basket, and put down my info so if nothing else I would get email updates on the other events in the district!
We took our seats and waited for the morning session. Before the "main event" I popped to the bathroom, as you do! On my way back a friend texted me "You better share that chocolate. Lol!"
I just knew somehow I'd won the basket. I walked a little quicker back to my seat to see the modest, but still pleasing basket of goodies! With disbelief I asked my friends if I'd really one, which I clearly had. I was in a pleasant state of shock - I don't win much, and there were so many women there!
I smiled as we began to sing with the band and I entered into it with so much more heart than I had been able to on Friday afternoon. And as I looked at the words I was singing, and sang them to God with absolute conviction, I felt God whisper to me (you know, that quiet little voice that reassures you in times of need) "The chocolate is a gift from me."
You probably fall in to one of two camps at this point:
1) You think I'm "hearing voices" and are ready to call an institution, or;
2) You know that my eyes immediately filled with tears as I "got it", as I felt that acceptance that had so alluded me before.
Whichever camp you're in, you need to realize that there are no coincidences or happy accidents. God is a master orchestrator and takes much delight in bringing joy to His children. I'm not good at "feeling" God, nor am I great with intangible concepts. But a basket of chocolate, God knows even I can feel that!
And here endeth my happy story today... with a picture of me and Liz (!), whom I encourage you all to check out online, in a book or DVD!
(and my gift from God!!)