Tonight, although starting off bad, was a good night. I drove over to Mason for a Cincinnati-wide MOPS Coordinator Chat at Panera and got terribly lost. (Who knew that Montgomery Road and Mason Montgomery Road weren’t the same road?) Arriving an hour late, I was the only representative from the west side of Cincy. I should have ordered something because I was so hungry but I didn’t want to be harffing (sp?) down food while everyone else was discussing things. The leaders made a comment about my awesome publicity pieces and I blurted out that they didn’t work very well because our group will probably be tanking next year. They still encouraged my talent but didn’t really address my blurt.

After the meeting, I got to talk with the leader that’s trying to grow MOPS on the westside about my conflict with Whitewater and how there’s really no one to take over for me next year and how my commitment to MOPS through May is one of the few reasons that are keeping us from leaving Whitewater. We’re going to meet again in a few weeks about changing the charter of our MOPS group from a classic MOPS group to a MOPS@ group which is more of a small group and really is how our group is functioning right now.

We prayed over things and I felt much better. In the car, I heard a song on the radio I’ve never heard before that spoke to me. I stopped at a Wendy’s on my way home and Jesus handed me my Single Combo with a Diet Coke.

Speak Lord for your servant listens. :)

Edited 2/7/08: Figured out the song was Mandisa’s God Speaking.