I think the best feeling I had at She Speaks was the realization that I am doing okay. And not okay. But, none of it was a surprise.
I have thought long and hard about the lack of emotional response that I had to the weekend. It was terribly inspiring, and encouraging and pointed to Christ so completely - and I was happy. But, there wasn't a huge emotional trip either way. And as I came back home and re-entered my home and family I realized how much I missed them. Truly missed them.
I think I have ministry in the right place for the first time in a long time. I have it in a place of priority. But, it isn't my priority. My priority exists in being a follower of Christ and a lover of my husband and kids - and out of the overflow of that God allows me to serve a bunch of people.
Many times I have attended conferences and had huge connections with ways to improve this, or rewrite this or dive right off into something. I have sat and "dreamed big dreams" and mourned our lack of 20K more people so I could be like willow. I have thought "oh, if only I could..." I have made declarations and decisions.
I have exhausted myself in the pursuit of something.
This weekend God reminded me of what I have already discovered - it isn't about me. It's about him and the only place me fits into that is in the sifting that occurs in me when I serve. He reminded me that I am blessed far beyond measure, sitting in a church blessed far beyond measure surrounded by those blessed far beyond measure - and we better remember to measure some of it out to others. He reminded me that I am still the worst sinner I know and we need to work on that. He reminded me that he will use me however, whenever and for whatever he so desires.
And I can like it or lump it - He is in control.

