Kentucky Debbie, Part 3

Hopefully you’ve already seen my first two Kentucky Derby Debbie posts before you tackle this last one. If not, this would be the perfect time to scroll back and scan them so we’re all on the same page.

So after the conference was over, my gracious Paducah (KY) host, Kathy, drove me and my two jumbo suitcases (which were full of books on the way there) over 100 miles to the Nashville (TN) airport to catch an evening flight back to Tampa. The two-hour drive flew by as we chatted about the wonderful conference, Jesus, family, the tardiness of autumn color this year, and shop talk (she’s a PT and I was an OT for 36 years).

After navigating through security, I found my gate, dug my Kindle out of my purse, and settled in a seat to wait for my flight.

I had only been seated a few minutes when two ladies took seats nearby. I couldn’t help but notice one of them kept staring at me.

Hmm. Was my lipstick smeared across my face? My zipper open? My hair doing its chia-pet thing?

I tried to discreetly adjust and rework, but still she stared.

Finally, it grew so unnerving that I laid down my Kindle and stared back. “Whaaat?” was on the tip of my tongue, but before I could open my mouth, she jumped in with, “Say, did you just speak at a conference in Peducah this weekend?”

Well, knock me over with a feather.  Remember we were two hours away from Peducah now, in a different state.

“How did you know that?” I asked, flabbergasted. “Were you there?” I didn’t remember her, but hundreds had attended.

“I surely would have been if I’d been home – I’m from Peducah and I go to the church that hosted the conference. But I was in Nashville getting ready for a beach vacation with my friend here. That’s why we’re catching this plane to Florida. I recognize your face from the promo posters.”

WHOA. The first time I’ve ever been recognized in public. Well, almost the first. Somebody once asked me if I played a character on Murphy Brown. Then she jerked the autograph pad and pen away when I said, “Murpee who?”

So I enjoyed my fifteen minutes of fame and made two new lovely BFFs (Blessed Friends Forever) in the process.

What a fun end to a wonderful weekend of watching Papa God move in hearts, lives, and even airports.

 

P.S. If your church or women’s group is ever looking for an event speaker, please put in a good word for me. I’d love to share a little Jesus-joy with your peeps! (More info about my Too Blessed to be Stressed speaking ministry on the speaking pages at my website DeboraCoty.com.)