This past weekend my daughters Hannah and Rebekah joined me and nine other ladies from our church at a women’s conference entitled “Women Arise!” held at Charis Bible College (Andrew Wommack Ministries) in Woodland Park, Colorado.
We arrived home Sunday just before my husband, John, arrived from the airport with my mother-in-law. We all unpacked, chatted and chattered, and it wasn’t until this morning at breakfast that John got a word in edgewise, saying, “What was the highlight?”
Hard question, but I’d given it some thought. The spiritual highlight was perhaps the final teaching from Audrey Mack, which lit a fire under me that seems to be getting hotter by the minute.
The setting, the weather, the thousand small favors of God on each minute – these were all highlights. Maybe, as I said to Hannah last night, “Maybe the most important thing was the bonding between the hearts of the women of our church, and no doubt between all the women there. The revelation of sisterhood in Christ, the shared hilarity and heartache, the love..
John asked me a few more questions this morning, then turned to Rebekah. “What was the highlight to you, Rebekah?” Rebekah said she “got new dreams and remembered forgotten ones.” She didn’t mention that we got to the conference early and feasted on Brat Kolaches and amazing pastries at Woodland Park’s Donut Mill, but perhaps we’d already said enough about that, and about the other culinary delights experienced by all. If Rebekah was reticent, Hannah could regale her dad on that account at a later date.
Hannah was already gone to work when John asked his question, but she would have had so much to say, so much to praise.
I could say the praise was the highlight, the worship of our good Father. I could say bringing home a heart full of praise and thanksgiving and joy was the highlight.
But how do you describe the highlights of God? It’s all highlight.
Certainty. I came home with certainty. With peace and power and a new and greater level of dominion, a new revelation of authority in Christ. More humility, more surrender, greater power.
More. Always more. Because His depths are unfathomable, endless, and marvelous. I marvel at the question, and so enjoy exploring the answer.
How to choose one highlight? Would it help to eliminate those things that weren’t my favorite parts? There was a workshop time slated Saturday afternoon that I skipped out on, in favor of walking around the sparkling lake, crossing the high wooden bridge, and making tracks to sit under a pine in the sun, where I whispered to God and He heard me. That was definitely a highlight. So, even the parts that weren’t looking like the best parts, became highlights.
“It’s all highlight in Jesus,” I could say to John. And I remember what I told Rebekah, and then repeated to John last night. “You know what’s really great,” I said to Rebekah as we ate lunch on the way home yesterday. “What’s really great is to go somewhere so astoundingly beautiful and have such a wonderfully blessed time, and yet the best part of it all is going home.
And so, dearest husband, the highlight of the entire beyond-all-I-asked-or-imagined weekend, was coming home to you.
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I love the last sentence. You are so romantic!