I'm always amazed when God gives me a little love-wink, his way of
saying—I see you, and I love you. When I look for it, I see his little gifts
all the time. And last week, He out-did himself.
I attended the LCU annual fundraiser, which hosted Jen Hatmaker. If you haven’t heard of her, find her
hilarious and inspiring blogs here,
read my all-time favorite posts here
and here
and here,
and find her latest book (which is, you guessed it, also hilarious) here.
I’m grateful that my parents—who know how much I love Jen’s
writing—got me tickets to not only hear her but also meet her! My sister and I
were on cloud nine—and five days before the event, we began texting our hypothetical
questions and conversations with Jen (e.g. “So, what’s it like being awesome?” “When
should we plan our next get-together?).
Of course, the VIP meeting was really like 2.5 seconds as we
took a quick picture together, and I was among hundreds of other women as eager
to be Jen’s buddy as I am.
I am terrible at meeting famous people—not that I’ve had a
lot of experience either. I brought her latest book, determined to ask her to
sign it, but when I was next in line, I lost all sense of words and talking and
stuff.
She actually said ‘Hi!’ to me first and asked for my name—all
before I had said a word. EEK! But then, after I had managed to state my name,
she hugged me, and I thought, Awesome—she’s
not too famous for my fumbling, introverted self. Woot!
I became, naturally, obsessed with getting a do-over to meet
her again and ask her to sign my book. Those were my 2.5 seconds, and I fumbled
the ball!
I kept trying to get back into “the room” even though we’d
been ushered out after our picture. I begged my sister, who was literally ONE
TABLE away and who always has connections, to do something.
But the evening began, and Jen was there, on the stage, and
then ushered off, and my moment was gone.
I decided to get over it. It wasn’t that big of a deal. I
even considered writing her a letter—creatively capturing the evening and my 2.5-second moment and my utter regret; hoping, perhaps that she would sign my book
and return it.
And then, when the evening was over—and when my door of
getting a signed For the Love copy
really was closed—my sister walked up with a signed book and hands it to me.
I could have melted into the ground.
Bless.
I love my sister. I love her precious heart to give me her
signed copy that was part of her table decorations. She really is awesome—more awesome
than meeting famous people.
I also love that my Heavenly Dad knew my heart, knew my
desire, and gave me a little love-wink that night.
It’s like his way of saying, “Hey, calm down. I had this
figured out.”
“Hey, calm down. I’m much more impressive. Watch me do.”
“Hey, I give the best gifts.”
“Hey, I love you.”
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