I’ve gone to conference four times now. For the first time, I went to church the day after conference this year. I usually cite physical and emotional exhaustion for skipping, but this year, church is my job. So I went. And it was Pentecost and the music and prayers and altar and sermon were beautiful. We felt the spirit.
I’m not called to church politicking. I’m called to the local church. And it took me going to realize that.
Enough opinions … more fun! Here are some pics!
My forever mentor BK leading prayers at the Clergy Women’s Luncheon
Husbanks and Riddles at the Growing the Heart of Methodism Luncheon (Riddles goes to a lot of luncheons)
Ridley sleeping on a prayer shawl from Bethany UMC, Austin …
… dreaming of the ocean waves
Napping again at the convention center (lunch and napping are where it’s at)
Being blessed by the Bishop