beth moore was my roommate ~

So, I have a confession...I have a crush on Beth Moore. This crush is the kind of thing a kid who wants to grow up to play football would have on Andre Johnson.... yeah...I feel like that about Beth Moore. She is, for lack of a better word, my personal, little, hero.

The first time I see her on a new teaching video, I think I actually get butterflies..., and I find myself leaning in closer and closer to the screen to just get some clue, some hint as to how she does it. Like a kid would study Andre Johnson play, I too, study her every time she teaches, like for example, last week she kept pulling little sticky notes off of a piece of paper on her podium and moving them around. I just wish I could know what was on all those sticky notes...a verse...a personal story... a joke??? What was it? I even said something out loud once without even realizing it to the woman next to me. I leaned over and said “what is she doing with the sticky notes?” and she said, “What sticky notes?” ha...well...this is how it is with Beth and me, and I love it.

I am writing this because just last week on Tuesday night I had a funny dream about Beth. In my dream we were both on some kind of weekend retreat. And, somehow she was my roommate. Obviously, this makes no sense, but wow, this dream was so real. I don't remember much about the details of the dream, but I do remember that it was a blast...it was fun, funny and inspiring all at the same time. I woke up and told my husband that I had just met Beth Moore. He looked confused ....and then I explained my dream...I'm pretty sure he was still confused...anyway...

So, the funny thing is that yesterday, I got a text from a friend who works at Beth’s grandson’s preschool. She told me that Beth Moore had just dropped off her grandson, and was also going to be picking him up that day at 2:30 ...she ended the text saying something like, “Now’s your chance to see her!” (she knows me well). “BUTTERFLIES,” was all I could text back. I meant it too.

But, 2:30 came and went, and my “chance” went with it. I chose not to "stake out" the pre-school waiting to see my hero. The way I see it, you cannot manufacture a dream. And a dream of mine is to meet her (ok...like and maybe have lunch with her...and maybe be like besties...), and it does not work if it is some synthetic meeting that came from a tip in the form of a text from a friend who has her grandson in a local preschool. No, that is not how it will happen. I am not expecting fireworks, but I know I am going to run into her, and I honestly think it will be soon...but until then, I have decided I am going to think less about what I will say when I meet her, and even less about what she is doing every time she moves a sticky note.

You see, for some reason, since my dream, I feel a bit differently about my hero... about who she is and how much I admire her. I love the passion she has for women and scripture and her "man", and I feel completely united in spirit with that aspect of who she is, but something else hit me...... though I want to meet her in 4D, (not just a dream), I have complete, unwavering confidence that someday we will get that meeting, and it won’t be by chance. Because...Wow...We get to share eternity together! And I believe there we will get to talk at great length about all the things we love...about scripture, and history, and learning, and Jesus and the prophets, and prayer, and studying...and more studying..., and obeying, and "our men," and motherhood, and mostly women...precious women, women we teach, women we love and women we pray truth finds.....soooo....until then, I still hope with all my heart to run into her this side of Heaven, but if not, then, I will be content with simply rooming with her on a random retreat in my dream...it was a blast, after all!