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Weekend Recap Part 2

My weekend started in Leachville with a visit to one of my dearest friends. Mrs. O was my confidante, cook, friend, mentor, counselor, and hostess. I was able to spend about 2 hours with her. Catching up on our lives over the past years. She sent me home with cookies. I love her!
Next I went to Abby’s. We went shopping and ate supper. We love to eat. It will be our downfall!
After kicking her out of my room, we both got a good nights sleep. We woke up way to early but I had a big day ahead. Abby fixed me coffee and cinnamon rolls. I wrote in her guest book (it kinda reminds me of something you would do at a funeral home) and I hid something from her. ( I hid a picture frame at Christmas and she never found it. I took it out of hiding this weekend and put something else in hiding! Sisters are such fun!)
I then met Jill in West Memphis. I left my car at Walmart there and picked it up the next day. I thought that would be the safest place to leave it since they are open 24 hours and there is always someone at Walmart. I prayed for the safety of my van a few times in the hours it was there!
I got in Jill’s car and off we went. I think we were excited about what the weekend was going to be like and were excited about getting to be together. I can’t remember when we were together without husbands or children last.
We got to Nashville, checked in our room and headed to the mall. We were hungry so we looked at a couple of restaurants and chose Macaroni Grill. It was a divine decision. After we sat down and ordered Jill looked at me and said “that is Beth Moore”. It was. She and her people were sitting at the booth next to us. We could hardly eat! Seriously it was like seeing Tom Cruise. The celebrity of her was more than we could stand.
I wrote “Hi Beth! From Jill and Julie” on our paper tablecloth and held it up so she could see it. But she never looked our way. So, finally after much waiting. Jill and I got up and went to her table. (She was through eating, we didn’t want to be rude and talk to her while she was eating.) She told the girl sitting beside her to” Scoot over, I have to hug these girls!” So she scooted out of the booth, and hugged us. Can I just say that she is precious. I mean precious. Cute clothes, cute hair, tiny legs, beautiful smile, oozes love, and doesn’t mind when two little Arkansas girls walk over to her at lunch.
The rest of the weekend was wonderful. Travis Cottrell and the praise team were oh so good. Beth Moore brought Gods word to us. She loved on us and understood us. I am thankful to Stephen for funding my trip and for being with the kids while I was away. I couldn’t have gone if Stephen wasn’t a minister. So I’m thankful!!!

Julie

Comments

Anonymous said…
I am SO very glad you got that very special weekend! What a blessing! You will feel renewed so you can continue filling those preacher's wife shoes! You are just the best!

YFA
TBEO
Jodi said…
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this post! Sounds like you had so much fun with your sister - and how cool was that meeting and hugging Beth Moore?!! Heard you girls had a lot of fun last night, sorry I missed out on it all :(
Matt and Jolee said…
How neat that you got to meet Beth Moore in a casual atmosphere like that!! Sounds like you had fun and made a great memory.

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