I Survived!

Hello Dear Ones! Somehow, I made it through Women of Faith. I must admit that Patsy Clairmont is a crack up hilarious woman! I did NOT come home with a Pink Butterfly T-shirt, a feel good book, or a Contagious Health cookbook. Or a Women of Faith credit card, of which I am opposed. I DID enjoy the musical renditions of Avalon. Luci Swindoll won me over when she mentioned her passion for travelling, although she lost me with her obsession for stickers. So, is it a ministry or a business? A credit card? Pop corn, Dip and Dots, Nachos and funnel cakes... I felt like I was at a circus. But, I won't deny the presence of the Lord; of this I am certain. Yet, surrounded by blubbering, bladder filled women my last nerve felt quite tight and near breakage point. The "Excuse me, I hope I'm not a problem" woman climbing over me every hour did bother me. And cell phones... Either I wasn't programmed for thousands of women keeping me company, or satan had turned them into "buzzards" and I was missing the point. Next year they should sell Women of Faith Water-proof mascara. These women would buy it. Not having children and being under the age of 40 I was lost amongst women speaking of mamograms and childbirth. If I saw a man wandering around I felt indignant of his testosterone! What on earth was man flesh doing here? But forgiveness was quick as I was bumbed once again by an overwieght woman filled with abundant joy. Did I leave Women of Faith full of joy? Perhaps not, but am I glad I went? Yes. Did I come away uplifted? Certaintly. Will I make this an annual event? No. Will I go again? Of course. Will I treasure this memory? Always. Will I go if Kathy Troccoli is the singer? Absolutely not.