Thursday night Sept. 29th 11:59pm - unload the last batch of laundry into the basket to be sorted through on Monday (at least it's clean)... finish off the last bit of dirty dishes on the counter... take out the trash - one of those compulsive moments of "House needs to be [somewhat] clean before I leave for the weekend".
Friday morning, Sept. 30th 3:00am - hit the snooze alarm until I'm coherent enough at 3:30am to realize "This alarm is going off because I have a plane to catch!!"... commence running around the house like home alone. Friend is coming to pick us up at 4:00am...
Fly to San Diego. Sit in conference sessions. Worship the Lord. Learn.
Saturday morning, 7:00am - Sit in conference sessions. Coffee. Worship the Lord. Coffee. Learn.
Sunday morning, 7:00am - Husband leaves earlier than me to get in line for Coffee. Sit in conference sessions. Coffee. Worship. Coffee. Learn. Coffee. Coffee.
Monday morning 2am - hit the sack.
Monday morning 7:30am - alarm wakes me up and beckons me to work.
The whole time though... I've got this stuck in my head. One of the first things I heard when we arrived and it stayed circling my brain the whole weekend...
Our God is greater.
Our God is stronger.
God you are higher than any other.
Our God is healer.
Awesome in power.
And if our God is for us, than who could ever stop us.
And if our God is with us, than what could stand against?