As a little girl, I went to lots of spend-the-night parties. I never told anybody, but I didn’t really like going. I’m weird like that.
After Mother dropped me off, I’d find a quiet spot in the corner and stretch out my sleeping bag. I was usually the first one to fall asleep and first to get up. Saturday morning, I slurped a bowl of Cheerios, suitcase in hand, ready to hurry home.
This past Thursday, I was invited to a big girl spend-the-night party with three dear friends at a cabin in north Georgia. I love my friends, couldn’t wait to see them, but just before leaving home…I remembered.
I glanced at my cozy bedroom, the soft glow of the lamp, and smoothed my fingers over my quilt.
I felt a twinge of little girl feelings.
Good grief. Sometimes I’m the same little girl inside. Loving my predictable routine. Help me to change, Lord.
I petted Clyde goodbye, grabbed my suitcase, and headed for the mountains.
That night my friends and I went out for Mexican. We talked and laughed at the restaurant, and back at Lisa’s cabin, we stayed up until 1 a.m. eating chocolate chip cookies. (Gluten-free with Pamela’s flour…..delish!)
I slept in Lisa’s daughter’s bedroom. She had a comfy quilt like mine and soft pink sheets. You’ll never believe it…
I was the last one up the next morning!
Here we are on Friday…me, Leigh Anne, Dayna, and Lisa.
Before we left, the four of us joined hearts and prayed.
I thought about my theme for the year.
Oh, the wonderful plans I have for you… God seemed to say.
You mean, like the Dr. Seuss book, Oh, The Places You’ll Go?
You’ll see. Surrender. Daily.
I’m so glad I went to the big girl spend-the-night party!
Maybe I used to be “weird like that.” But not anymore!
Do you have any weird ways you’re working on changing?