We had the best time in New York. I just noticed that my legs are aching today, probably from all the walking we did. Climbing many flights of stairs and in back alleys, you ask? Nahhh! Just innocent street walking looking at purse carts and chasing down taxis to take us the opposite direction on one-way streets.
Oh my, how I needed that few days of laughing, playing and good Bible teaching. Lysa’s messages were powerful and the women were eatin’ up God’s Word. It was an amazing conference on Saturday, and as Lysa shared on her blog at least 5o women committed their lives to Christ or made re-commitments. They were of every age, every stage and every nationality. I loved being with them and watching their responses to God’s invitation to say YES to HIM!
I wish I could show you more photos. Bummer that they are all on Lysa’s camera because I forgot mine. I tried to hi-jack it from her before I headed home but it wasn’t happening. I’ll see if I can get them this week. I need to create a few scrapbook pages here on my blog and tell my side of the story especially the part about me almost getting us killed.
It’s true I lost my mind momentarily and argued in the middle of the street with a NYC cab driver. We’ve been told by the locals that legions of angels must have been guarding us. But I just have to tell you that the old mean cab driver accused our sweet Pedi-Taxi driver of knocking his whole front bumper off his van.
Now, I admit that our Pedi-driver did scrape the taxi. I felt the bump – but it wasn’t that big. And there is no way a taxi cycle-cart can rip a whole bumper off. I am sure the thing was hangin’ off before we showed up. But despite the danger that insued, the momma in me kicked in! I had actually kicked into “momma” mode before it all happened just thinking about how this young man was not going to be able to walk the next day after cartin’ over 410 pounds of us through town. Still, I had no business getting involved. I’ve always been a “defender of the weak.” I guess my passion kicked in to protect the partially innocent.
When I was a little girl, my daddy used to say I was going to be a nun when I grew up. Then I became a teen-ager and he changed his predictions, insisting I was going to be a lawyer. I always thought it was because he thought it paid better but now I am thinking he might have had other reasons.