We have been at a conference all week. It had your standard conference schedule of worship and talks, most of which were great. On Thursday we had some workshop breakouts, I decided to attend one on "the Prophetic." It was surprisingly down to earth, and was giving basic tools to try to hear the voice of God for yourself and for other people. We learned the biblical basis for this, and did some exercises to try to hear God's voice.
Later that night, I was stopped in the hall by two seventh grade girls. They asked me, "Is your baby a boy?" I told them yes, he was. Then they shared with me that they saw me in the prophetic workshop, so they asked Jesus if my baby was a boy or a girl. They thought that they heard that is was a boy. They were pretty excited that they heard correctly. I then asked them if they heard a name for the baby....they didn't give a response. They gave me a look, like "we guessed the sex of the baby correctly, what else do you want from us lady!"
Later that night, I was stopped in the hall by two seventh grade girls. They asked me, "Is your baby a boy?" I told them yes, he was. Then they shared with me that they saw me in the prophetic workshop, so they asked Jesus if my baby was a boy or a girl. They thought that they heard that is was a boy. They were pretty excited that they heard correctly. I then asked them if they heard a name for the baby....they didn't give a response. They gave me a look, like "we guessed the sex of the baby correctly, what else do you want from us lady!"
On a pregnant note: I can't believe my appetite. I swear I would eat every 2 hours if I could. And there was not nearly enough chocolate milk available while we were gone. I even ate a frosty once to trick my mind into thinking that it would be similar, it wasn't. So to make up for it, I just polished off a half gallon of chocolate milk goodness in about 30 minutes.
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