I know right?
So blogging has made me a better person. How, you ask? For 1 I used to be kind of shy. I know it doesn't seem that way because I'm willing to bare all my secrets to total strangers on a world wide format. But that's exactly what has made the difference for me.
I have had the most fun leading worship for a group of ladies with first baptist of new orleans. And usually at events like this I become somewhat of a wallflower because I haven't made the connections they have with people in the room. So I find ways to mess around with my guitar or the sound system or I pull away to a reclusive spot so I can "practice", which really means I just want to be alone because I don't know any body.
But this is the first time that I have led worship for a retreat with people I didn't know since I started blogging. Sometimes I still don't know where to go after the initial hi my name is.... but it's getting easier.
Oh and as soon as they hear that I have 2 children adopted from russia all bets are off that anyone else is going to get a word in edgewise. I just spent the last 2 hours on the beach at a bonfire talking about myself. And I was aware that I was talking about myself to complete strangers. I kept apologizing. I kept trying to give them opportunities to speak about themselves. But they kept asking more questions.
I felt selfish taking all the time but at the end of the evening I walked across the highway with these new friends and felt so closely connected to them as we had shared all of our stories... mine most of all.
The first discussion questions of bible study earlier that evening has been very transparent and required a high level of vulnerability from group members. No 1 wanted to go first so I said, " shoot. I'll do it. I blog. Everybody already knows everything about me anyway. I just told the whole world how much I weigh."
And that is what makes me a good person. That and the love of Jesus.
By the way, I used the talk to text feature on my phone to write this blog because I don't have my computer with me. And that last sentence had me saying something about having 11 jesus-es. This app is not calibrated for a southern accent. I sound a little bit like stephen hawking trying to write this blog post.
So as you go to bed tonight, pray for me, for this retreat, for the women who are not getting a chance to share about themselves because now I don't know how to shut up, and pray for stephen hawking because I'm sure he could use it.