Run, Heather, Run

This is me leaving Outrigger Island.

We arrived in the big city of Atlanta on Friday afternoon and quickly made our way to the Phillips Arena along with 18,487 other women. Well, it turns out we weren't quick enough because we were stuck in the nosebleeds. This was my fourth Beth Moore event and the first time I've sat in the nosebleeds. I persevered through it. The view allowed me to look stalk my fake BFF's, Big and Boo. It didn't take long for me to find them. They were sitting right behind Beth, Priscilla and Kay. Even though we were in the rafters, it was still good. We heard from Priscilla first and she gave us a word from Exodus about campin' in the wilderness. It was at this time that I told God that I wasn't a big fan of campin'. Priscilla assured us that the wilderness sets us up to experience God in a brand new way.

We had a great time of praise and worship with Travis and the praise team. Or what some might like to call the TSC family singers. Angela, Julie, and Wes were all there. Sometimes it just gets old and it would be nice to go somewhere and hear someone different sing. I mean, really, how many times can I hear Julie sing...

Wonderful, Glorious, Holy, and Righteous, Victorious, Conqueror, Triumphant and Mighty, Healer, Deliverer, Shield and Defense, Strong Tower and My Best Friend, Omnipotent, Omnipresent Soon Coming King, Alpha, Omega, Lord of everything Holy, holy, holy is Your Name

Just kiddin' Moving right along...

Later on that night, Heather and I came up with a plan. We would get up at 5 a.m. eastern time and get ready, leave the room at 6 and walk the eight blocks to the Phillips Arena. We would be the official seat savers for our group. So, we were off and walkin' down the dark streets of downtown Atlanta at 6 a.m.

So, we're walkin'. Did I mention that the streets weren't really crowded at 6 a.m. It was at this time that we were becoming more and more uncomfortable with our decision. It all started when I spotted two homeless men out of the corner of my eye. They were sitting on a stoop on a street that we were crossing over. And I would just like to mention one more time that there were no other people on this section of street.

And then I saw the homeless man start to get up off of the stoop...

Walk faster, Heather. We both increased our step. And we both made the mistake of looking back. Everyone knows that you never look back. Isn't that when life altering mistakes are made in horror movies. When people look back. Homeless man was now on our street and what seemed like only a few steps behind us.

Run, Heather, Run.

I'm quite sure the homeless man is laughing and telling all his friends about the two crazy women who had no business in downtown Atlanta at 6 a.m.

Oh, can Heather and Big Nanny run. And you thought the Olympics were in China this year. I can assure you that the Olympics were back in Atlanta this past weekend.

We finally made it to a more populated street with a McDonald's. McDonald's didn't open until 6:30 so we decided to go the Chinese restaurant that was serving sausage biscuits, eggs and coffee. We had our food and coffee and we were on our way. We arrived inside the arena, we were right in front of the door and got settled in for our one hour and 10 minute wait. The doors were finally opened and I said these three words yet again...

Run, Heather, Run

This was us after we scored awesome seats on the floor.

Look who is a sittin' 6 rows in front of us.

And there you have it. Big Nanny, Big Mama and BooMama.

It appears that I'm rubbing my hair all over Melanie's face but really I'm not. Thanks Heather for taking the picture. They were very nice and I don't think they were too frightened. And you know what I was thinking...

Wow, Big Mama has that really cool shirt on that she posted on her blog a few months ago.

There's more but I must sleep now...