In about 12 hours from now, I’ll be headed down I-35 to the blessed state of Texas. My home. My old stomping grounds. The place where I got my first kiss, my first pimple, my first boyfriend, my first period. Did I say that outloud? The reason I will make this journey is because I’ve been asked to speak to a group of women at their ladies retreat. Two of my favorite gals are going too: Marcy Jackson and Keri Austin. Marcy is going because I simply didn’t want to do this without her anointed music. Keri is going because she’s just cool. I’ve been preparing for some time. My sweet, precious husband has offered to listen to my messages so that he can give me some pointers. I was going to let him at first but as the day approached I chickened out. He’s quite the master communicator and regularly gives feedback to our senior pastor on his messages. I just knew that he’d find plenty wrong with mine and quite frankly, I just didn’t think my insecure and nervous heart could take it. And to be honest with you, his opinion is the one that matters the most. Love that man. My pathetic prayer for weeks now has been, “Oh, Lord, please don’t let me suck.” How full of faith is that? Not much. However, this past week I have CHOSEN to believe that God is going to use lil ole me to accomplish something that He deems necessary at a camp down in central Texas. Where do you need to have faith? What’s going on in your life that is leading you up to the edge of the cliff? I’ll be at my cliff’s edge tomorrow night about 7:30.