Our church doesn't meet on Sunday evenings because the people are encouraged to meet in small groups, or cell groups, in homes. My family has been in one for several years, consisting of about 7 families. The women of the group decided to meet without spouses each Wednesday evening after church. We have affectionately called Wednesday nights "Girls' Group Night." So we get together in one friend's home and talk and laugh. A lot. We also pray together and have been able to share struggles we couldn't have shared with anyone else but the Lord. Sometimes we go out to eat, as you see in this picture, particularly on birthdays. Great fun and a blessing that I'm not able to describe in words. (I'm third from the left in the pic, the one appearing to be picking her nose or a chive from a tooth.)
This weekend, we are going shopping in Indy and will stay overnight. Although I love my home (total home-body) and detest hotels more and more, I'm going with the girls. Because of some surprising "zany-ness," (That's a Three's Company word if there ever was one!) my 20-year old has started calling us "Girls Gone Wild." Well, you can see by the picture how funny that is.
So, we're off on a zany shopping trip. Since I'm sure you'll be on your seat's edge waiting to hear about the weekend, when I get back, I'll be sure to tattle -er- I mean tell you if any zany-ness occurs.