Part 2? Just catch up...

Well, I was going to write more about St Louis... but now that it's been almost a week -- and a very long, crazy, stressful week at that -- I'm not feeling very inspired. Suffice it to say, I made it there and back again, met some good people, sat in sessions that reinforced some great things for my job, and really enjoyed getting to know my co-workers better.

Thanks to some out-of-my-control circumstances for a work project I was in charge of back in Portland, I was feeling pretty fried by the time the conference was over. It's really hard to sense your impending doom from thousands of miles away... and still have no control over making it happen well. Wednesday was tough. It was hard to watch the project crash right in front of my eyes but still have no control over it. I learned a lot. Hopefully the others who contributed to the perfect storm learned a lot too so that the same mistakes aren't repeated.

The rest of the week finished fine... rather in a haze, but fine nonetheless.

Yesterday was great. In the morning, 9 of us younger (20s - 30s) girls from work met for our monthly brunch and prayer time. It's a blessing to have a place to be open and honest with solid Christian sisters who love and pray for you. In the evening, Sarah and I went to Newberg to surprise Bekah for her 28th birthday. I love spending time with Bekah and Kara and their group of friends and family.

Today? So far, so good. Early church. Brunch with Jenny. And in a few minutes, I'm off to a friend's farm for a bbq and capture the flag. All good things.

I'm feeling the need to relax. Rest. Reset. Be. The Sabbath is obviously important to God. He knows how desperately we need to stop everything and just be with Him. I'm so thankful for the Sabbath and the Lord of the Sabbath.

PS. Something strange... A year ago this weekend, I was graduating from Fox. Strange. Very strange. And funny that I was in Newberg yesterday celebrating Bekah's birthday at the same time several hundred students were celebrating their graduation. Another time, another place.