The weekend was great. There was lots of singing, praying, eating, talking and of course, crying. Why is it when I am with a group of sisters I cry the "ugly, scrunched up face, nose running, bloodshot eyes" cry and not the demure "pat of the eye with my hankie as a perfectly formed tear quietly slips out" cry? Because these women make you get raw. The topic was "Identity In Christ" and it made me think. A lot.
I realize that I have a lot of identities and they all have been coming before the one that pegs me as a follower of the One Most High. I should be wrapped in that identity like a cashmere sweater, except for me lately it has been tucked into the back pocket of my jeans. And thrown in the washer. And dryer. And comes out quite crinkly and faded. It's time to change things quite a bit.
We sang this hymn several times this weekend; it has always been one of my favorites. The girls and I downloaded quite a few versions from itunes today and sang it over and over. It was cute to watch C'sa try and keep up. She tried her hardest even though she preferred to sing the theme song from Enchanted instead (which we also did several times).