All cozied up in bed, it’s a little crazy to think that it was only earlier today (okay…way earlier since we woke at 5am to get to the airport) that we were in Atlanta.
2 full days at the Together for Adoption conference. And, I mean full.
Breakout sessions rich with encouragement for families and a challenge for those who serve families. I’m still mulling over the session we went to on transracial adoption.
Lots of connecting–meeting some new friends (like sweet Meredith with a heart bursting for orphans in China and Samantha with such a generous and willing servant heart), reconnecting with friends I’d like to meet for coffee once a week (Ashley and Stefanie, we could totally meet half way), and having the opportunity to talk ministry and how to serve and live out that love we got in so many different ways. I am amazed at how people can so creatively use their giftedness to serve.
6 main sessions chock full of gospel truth. Hundreds of people in that sanctuary, and I’m convinced each one left that room after each session with a deeper understanding of what it means to be a son and daughter of God. They had to. They brought it on–gospel and more gospel. And, I’m so thankful that never gets old.
We were there–in a suite, mind you–because of some serious cheerleaders and efforts to vote for us. And, as silly as those contests are, we’re so grateful because it was such a great weekend. Being there together as a couple…what a privilege.
I started to write out more about things I keep coming back to in my head and heart from the words shared these last few days, but I just deleted them all away. I don’t need to spell it out here in list form–it’s going to impact my life and what I choose to put out here publicly going forward.
Until then, I’m surrendering to the Temperpedic.