Insecurity. Who's insecure??

       Not me!  Not even a little.  That's what I told myself regarding this upcoming Beth Moore conference that I was NOT going to attend.  Those of you that know me well need only hear the word Titanic to understand my feelings on that matter.  Excessive hype around anything tends to turn me off whether I would have really liked it or not.  (By the way, I've still never seen the movie and I'm proud of it!)  So that's why I was very surprised to be urged by my dear husband to attend this conference.   At his request, I have now secured the necessary days off and have even bought the book, So Long Insecurities, which I carried to work last night begrudgingly.  "I don't need to read this.  I'm not that insecure," I told myself all the way there.  "I'll only read it if I finish my other book first."  As God would have it, I was much further along in my other book than I thought and finished it in less than ten minutes so I was left with no other way to pass a very long 12 hour shift. 
       So here's the tally so far.  Two months to go until the conference.  At least one friend who probably knew I was an insecure wreck long before I knew myself.  Three chapters of the book down. One emotional meltdown so far.  And countless realizations of how insecure I really am. 
I think that covers it.  Maybe I need to read this book and go to this conference after all. :)