My twin sister and I did everything together. Everything. From the time of conception, we shared a womb and a placenta. For 17 years we shared a room, every single day of our life, until college.
We had the same friends. We played duets together on the piano. We danced together. Both were in the Miss Blue Devil pageant. We cheered together. Swam together…we shared a hair brush, a dresser, a mirror. We shared every item of clothes, down to our panties.
But once I met my love, my prince, my hot hubby...I was a goner. We were married. And my sister? My best friend? She was left. Alone.
Single life is hard.
At no point. EVER. During my teens or 20's, did anyone pull me aside and tell me what I needed to know about men or a husband.
Not even close.
The night before I was to marry Brian, I laid down on my Mom's bed, head in my hand and we talked. Excited about what was to come, thrilled about the next evening marrying the man of my dreams.
And so I asked my Mom, 'Is there anything I need to know about husbands? Or men? Or sex?'
She paused and thought. Her eyes drifted off across the room. She gave a long dramatic pause. I thought she was about to shower me, the almost newlywed with some precious, memorable, beautiful advice…
But that wasn't the case.
Instead. She answered flatly, 'No.'
I think I may have laughed. It was funny then. But now, it's not so funny to me at all.
It is unthinkable. I was in my early 20's. I was a kid, marrying a kid. I knew nothing about anything. I was dumb-foundedly and madly in love. And that was it.
I had no clue about men. About Brian. About making dinner or making love. I was left to figure it out.
So I got married and my twin sister and I, for the first time in our LIVES, took different paths. I was so happily married. I spent so much time gazing at, loving, talking to, and traveling with Brian that I unintentionally kind of left her behind.
She was single. She suffered. For years she struggled. She dated one FROG after another looking for her prince.
And she worked, as a pharmaceutical rep as she prayed for her prince. So, while I didn't live through those treacherous single years, I watched her do it and heard from her that it can be a very very hard, sad and lonely time.
But God knew that was best for me at the time. And maybe, just maybe, my Mom's single answer of 'No' to my single question has given me the fervor that I needed to fuel my desire to help young women one on one and from whatever stage I get. To teach them. Educate them. And give them all I've got from my life experiences.
The His Proposal conference this past weekend was anointed. It was so special for me to pour my heart out to these girls. Outside of my family. Pour myself out for a bunch of high school and college girls that I don't even know.
I shared my testimony. And I cried. I talked about the mess of a life I was living before I met Jesus. And how me...a dirty wretched sinner was saved, was redeemed by the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
I pretty much stopped all else to plan the 7th His Proposal weekend. It was the first ever in Florence. I schooled the girls and taught a few aerobics classes, but other than that, I was getting bags under my eyes, spending time preparing for the weekend. It was God asking me to do the impossible. I don't have extra time in my week. You may…? I don't know what other peoples 'normal' is. I really don't. I always joke with Brian, if we ever sit still…I say, 'Are we normal now Bri? Is this what other people do?' :)
If I happen across a few extra minutes in my day, it is spent cleaning up spills, doing another load of laundry and loving on these precious babies of mine. And if you are wondering then, how I have time to blog. It's 1:00am. :) And the snow is quietly falling outside as all are nestled warmly in their beds.
I prayed for 100 girls to come, which seemed to be a LONGGG shot.
119 girls were there this weekend.
God loves blowing me away. And I love when he does.
'Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us,
to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.' Eph 3:20
The conference is a beautiful platform to share with these girls that Jesus is the King. That HE and HE alone will fill them. That they are in need of the saving that only He can give. The filling only He can give. Not a boyfriend, not a job, not a husband, Jesus alone.
So many women, friends of mine and friends of friends served these girls. There was an ARMY of helpers. Counselors, meal makers, table setters, chairs movers, worship leaders, sound people, drama, setup, registration, breakout speakers, someone setting up chairs in the breakout rooms, friends coming just to smile and support us. Even a team praying for the attendees by name.
Brian was the only way I could do it. He encouraged me. He helped in the sound booth, he helped lift heavy stuff, he was time-guy and kept the whole weekend together. I couldn't do it without him. And I mean that. He watched the girls, coordinated all our schedules for the weekend to ensure he was there to be right by my side. Cheering me on from the balcony where he was listening and nodding as we pointed these girls to the cross.
Want to spice up your marriage????? Serve the Lord!!!
Friday night, I was speaking and Brian was overcome with love, he said it was like he had just drunk LOVE POTION #9. He told me that watching me serve the Lord and pour my heart out to these girls, overwhelmed him with love. So when I sat down, I received text after text from him, from the balcony professing his love. Mini love letters, like when we first started dating.
Praying…or maybe a really long blink? :)
The conference was awesome. Girls were set free. Many gave their lives to Jesus. Eternity was changed. So thankful….