
I don’t know if that is a word or not.
I do know that I am an hour and a half away from getting home from the third of three week-long gospel conventions this year, one of which we owned and operated.
To quote Erin Brockovich, or at least the Julia Roberts version of her, I’m really quite tired.
This year was our 3rd NQC and it was so different from the others. We had a lot to do, a lot to see, a lot to talk about and promote. We also, and this is the best part, had so many friends to visit with. The drawback to that of course is that there is not enough time to spend enough time with everyone.
I feel much like we did after Branson GMC was over… exhilirated, on the edge of something. There is SO much I want to do, and more importantly, so much I feel compelled to do.. part of it with the things we’ve already begun, but then there’s more, too.. things I want to write, people I want to reach. I also know that I don’t know what exactly is next; I just feel like life is still drastically and dramatically changing for us.
Or at least it will, after I catch up on laundry, TV premiere week, and please Lord, sleep.