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The Bible Conference

Mommy with her coffee

Happy New Year! Did you see my new banner? No? Empty your cache and refresh your browser. There it is. Anyway before I go off rambling about the super duper invites I’m designing for Bug’s super-duper-puppet-show birthday party coming up, I think I better say a few words about the bible conference I attended over Christmas weekend.

I usually hate to talk about this stuff because I know some of you will write me off as one of those bible-thumping lunatics and the rest of you will sigh and shake your head that I’m such a coward always shying away from writing about spiritual things because it’s not the popularly accepted thing to do. And then there’s part of me that is embarrassed to admit that I probably only took in about ten percent of what was going on because I was trying to keep my toddler in line and I was distracted by the secret-coded notes my ten-year-old niece was passing right by me. (By the way, my niece may be a bad influence but she is totally clever.)


hotel beds are NICE!

taking in the view

So we stayed in a fancy hotel, we ate more cookies and I drank more coffee than I really should have… I saw old friends that I haven’t seen in three years or more and I learned some things. I don’t feel like this is the place to discuss them. (Not to mention I don’t want to admit how dumb I am.) But I’m coming around to the fact that I shouldn’t hide that I am a Christian anymore. I know. There goes my readership. But I have to be honest. This is me. Silly fickle me.

I’ve had so many years that I doubted my faith. I was “saved” when I was very young and didn’t really know there was anything else to believe. Then my whole world turned on it’s head when I left the church in my twenties. I didn’t want anything to do with any kind of organized religeon. I’d seen the evil that it (and myself) could do. The Da Vinci Code sent me for a loop. Could Jesus be married? Could the bible be re-written to suit the Catholics in power at the time? I still question everything. I’d say you are a liar or in extreme denial if you don’t.

But I’m coming around. It doesn’t all make logical sense in my head. I still worry that faith is part of my brain’s elaborate plan to fool me out of being afraid of death. But I’m letting go of that. I was raised to trust in Jesus to get me through. I was raised to read the bible for encouragement. Sure it’s sentimental because it reminds me of the safe harbor that was my youth but maybe I want that safe harbor for my kid too. And then there’s the part about prayer. I don’t understand it. It works. I’ve prayed my way through trial after trial and every time I am amazed that somebody up there, who has a million zillion other things to do, actually heard me.

So that is that. I’m sorry if I bored you to tears and you’ll never want to come here again. I’m sorry if I disappointed you because I’m not going to relay what I learned from reading Hebrews 10. I just felt like I had to say something because it happened. I went to a bible conference for three days and it was good for me. I’m not going to be walking door-to-door handing out tracts but I am going to examine why I’m so hesitant to be a Christian in this crazy world. It’s part of who I am. It’s how I want to raise my daughter… maybe I need to just own up and not be so afraid to be a fool in other’s eyes. Maybe I’ve been a fool for hiding it.

self portrait in dinnerware

A funny thing though: Many of the people at the conference know that I blog. It’s sort of embarrassing but it keeps me on my toes thinking about all the different personalities that will read what I write. So it sort of amused me when I was picking up my free muffins for breakfast that a girl standing nearby whispered to her friend that she wondered how much of this conference would end up on I don’t blog at and I wasn’t really going to blog about the conference at all. It’s part of my mixed-up private life that I don’t want to discuss with five hundred of my closest imaginary friends. But when she said that, I had to write something. If only just to smile and say, I heard you.

her first experience with hot rollers

Also? Baby Bug enjoyed it thoroughly. I can’t say the same about her first experience with hot rollers though.

p.s. top photo taken by Bug


  • Mike Moore

    Just wanted to add that trying to know who and what God is all about has given me many things, but never comfort. Challenge, mind-expanding, uncomfortable, synapse-stretching growth, but never comfort. Not even once.

  • Brooke

    Haha–good for you for letting the whisperers know they were heard : ) I think all of us who have been to conference want to let someone know we overheard their whispered comment at one time or another. Also, classic hot roller photo. I still have trouble sleeping in conference motel rooms because I dream my head is covered in pink foam rollers I was tortured with as a child. My daughter has curly hair and will spend her conference mornings straightening her hair someday. We all let our light shine in our own time, don’t we?

  • Lady in a Smalltown

    I started teaching Sunday School last school year. I am glad to be “re-finding” religion. I still have questions and some of my ideas are different from the teaching of my church, but I love the insight I get from my preteens and my church. Thanks for sharing this.

    And, oh my goodness, how cute is your kid. I think I made that same face the first time I used hot rollers, and I was in college.

  • Andi

    I think it’s great that you are working through your faith. I don’t think you have anything to be ashamed about – you’re right, being a Christian is a part of how you are.

  • Alaskalark

    Amen and thank you. It’s a sad world when we feel like we have to apologize for our beliefs when there is so much other crazy stuff going on.,

  • Dejoni

    I also am a Christian who struggles with her faith and falls short of grace more often than not. I question and ponder but always come back to the fact that I believe…and that’s enough proof for me.
    Thanks for sharing and touching others with your story.

  • Anonymous

    I’ve often been encouraged, when it comes to only ‘getting 10%’ of a meeting because of my own little circus, with the thought that it’s 10% more than what I had beforehand. Even getting a little bit out of the meetings/ministry/bible reading is better than not getting anything at all because I didn’t even try.

    Anyway, it was good to see you at Conference, even if we didn’t really get a chance to do more than say ‘hi’ in passing.

  • Abby

    I was at that conference last year and I really enjoyed my time there…even if I am from the “other side.” haha.

  • Janna from Honeyed Hashette

    I will be a reading your blog, maybe even more now. I am a Christian too and I am glad to know you love Jesus. :) This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine!

    Love the hot rolls picture. Did you take a curly hair pic afterwards?

  • Keli

    What a beautiful post. I feel the same way about my faith, and it is such a personal thing. The beauty of being a Christian is that you can express your faith however you feel most comfortable. I admire those who can openly talk about it, but I just prefer to keep mine private.

    I’ll definitely continue to read.

  • Kiaya

    I just found your blog, and instead of scaring me away, posts like this just draw me in more! I love it! Your blog here is great! Thank you! (I just wrote four sentences all ending in ‘!’, you probably think I’m crazy.)

  • Meredith

    Thank you for this blog. I just found your site and this blog was really encouraging. I appreciate you having the courage to write about things that you may be struggling with.