Last week I spoke at the monthly women’s event, ALIVE!, at my home church. I had a table and a sign-up sheet for my monthly newsletter, pictures from Cambodia trips scrolling on my computer, etc. A lot of women came up and spoke with me, and I was really blessed by all of their encouragement.
And then tonight I went looking for that dang piece of paper with all those names and emails on it, and I can’t find it.
I. Can’t. Find. It.
I am so embarrassed. Sigh. This is what I get for having a habit of folding papers in half and putting them in my backpack (which I checked seventy eight times tonight), or my pockets (which I checked three times), or in my purse (which I checked twenty three times). To no avail.
If you had signed up for my newsletter, or if you would like to, would you mind sending me a quick email to let me know? My email is email@example.com … I’d really appreciate it.
I’m so sorry, you guys. Thank you for your patience and understanding.