Updated on October 5, 2015
About 20 years ago, I met Dionne Sanders.
I feel like I spelled his name wrong but I left it to hammer in the point that I’m not sure who he was or why he was famous. My roommate at the time loved him and shared his nickname. (Prime Time). So when I saw him in an airport, I had to get the autograph for her. He signed the paper. He did not make eye contact. He did not leave a very good impression….and I feel strongly he did not care.
This weekend I finally had to opportunity to see my favorite author in person. Everything she does speaks to me and helps me be a better mom/wife/lover of people. Her book, A Modern Girl’s Guide to Bible Study, gave me a love and desire for the word of God. So, I spent the weekend with my Holla Mommas and got to see this woman that really inspires me.
I thought I was cool. I mean, we are virtual BFFs but it’s not like I’m a stalker.
Oh my gosh. How tall do you think she is? Do you think she saw me? Will she be signing autographs? Will she talk tonight? Will she notice that I have on my Tiffany Wade earrings too? Will she want to be my friend?
Should I hold up my sign?
I have the privilege of being a part of a facebook group whose single commonality is that we all love all things Jen Hatmaker. We use that common ground to build relationships. To Laugh (because we all have a similar sense of humor) and to pray. It has been a beautiful community for me, especially with the move. I told the group I made a sign to get her attention and that I was going to hold my sign up without shame.
For two days, I held my sign.
After her fantastic session, I scooted down to the line to meet her.
Me…..and about 200 others stood there with the hope to me her. As we stood, all excited to finally meet our BFF, we visited and laughed. Once again, I found a “community” whose commonality was Jen Hatmaker. I think it is beautiful that this woman had brought us together. In line we talked about children, about family, about missions, about church dating, and about being driven to do so much more.
My new little tribe didn’t get to walk in and meet her. We didn’t get to have anything signed. We didn’t even get to say something witty to elevate our BFF-ness from cyber to real. But I still held my sign….
Then it happened. The fame brushing that excited me more that I should probably admit.
Jen Hatmaker came out to the hallway and walked right by our #the4500 tribe. She is familiar with our group and was so kind to acknowledge we were there. She totally gets that we all think she knows us and is our best friend. She totally gets that we waited to see her to tell her thank you for all the words and laughs.
She walked to us and seemed to match our excitement. She grabbed my hand and we did a girly yell thing and she said “What do I do?”…we commenced posing and selfie-ing for about 30 seconds before she had to move on.
Then we stood there in her wake…checking the pictures we just took….realizing that none of our selfies had our face in them. I got some great pictures of strangers. Instead of being sad we missed that moment, this group began checking pictures and faces and started texting random faces to the phones that matched the faces. It was beautiful. I texted 6 different numbers in the span of 20 minutes. All of women will forever be a part of my fame brushing story.
I didn’t get a picture of us together, which is probably best because of the whole “idol” thing. But a sweet chick walked up to me and said…..
“I think this is your hand in this picture.”
And she texted it to me. Documented fame
grabbing brushing. YES!!!
Community. It’s real. It can sustain you and hold you up.
Even if it’s in a facebook group.
Even if it only lasts 30 minutes.
Even if it’s just a community of Jen Hatmaker groupies.