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Too Sick to Perform<\/h3>\n I needed to get ready.\u00a0 As I peeled myself out of bed and moved toward the hotel bathroom, in came screaming, giggling young ladies. Wet hair and tee shirts clinging to their wet bodies, told the story of fun at the pool. Waifs of chlorine filled the air. I excused myself to the hall to let them prepare for tonight\u2019s Princess banquet and headed to the neighboring room where the other moms were gathered. Knock. Knock. Knock. <\/em>I needed reassurance.<\/p>\n Kanaka opened the door to me. \u201cHey Faith. How are you holding up? Regan told me you were not feeling well.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah. I\u2019m unsure if it\u2019s nerves or illness, but I\u2019m not well. Can you guys pray for me?\u201d<\/p>\n We bowed our heads, and Kanaka and Cathy lifted me in prayer. I surrendered my everything to God that night and was ready to share my testimony. I was prepared and I knew God asked this of me. But, I also knew I was too sick to do it alone. The prayer ended and the sickness remained. Ugh! <\/em>I inched back to my room where I was met with more giggles and frilly dresses. Curly hair, perfume, jewelry, gowns, and tiaras. What a beautiful sight! I laid on the bed and listened to all the banter from the bathroom. What a delight to hear their excitement.<\/p>\n

Talking to God<\/em><\/h3>\n God. I can\u2019t do this.<\/em><\/p>\n I know you can\u2019t. <\/em><\/p>\n How should I proceed?<\/em><\/p>\n Trust me. <\/em><\/p>\n I do trust you. <\/em><\/p>\n Get dressed, Daughter, we have lives to touch.<\/em><\/p>\n Obeying God Even When It\u2019s Hard<\/h3>\n I sat up and changed into my princess outfit. Fighting nausea, body aches, and diarrhea, I managed to clean up nicely. I gathered my notes and headed into the hallway where Kanaka, Cathy, and the girls were waiting for me. Together, we walked to the parking lot and drove to the venue.<\/p>\n I waited outside the banquet hall as the others filed inside. If I was contagious, I didn\u2019t want to give this to anyone. Also, shaking hands and being polite was anything but on my to-do list right now. I listened as each girl was escorted into the banquet hall; each name was announced as she entered. \u201cPrincess Regan,\u201d as my daughter was escorted to her seat. I could feel my insides warm. 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