I could hear laughter as I approached the door. The moment it swung open it felt like coming home. The shrieks as we attacked one another with hugs likely disturbed every room on the hall. The three of us had barely stopped our, “I can’t believe!” and “Finally!” when the door opened to welcome two more sisters. Another round of hugs and exclamations before the five of us agreed to leave the room together and tackle the conference together.
This was the first five minutes of Allume. It’s a community of Christian women who share their stories or their art on their blogs. There were 453 of us at their annual conference this weekend in Greenville.
I went in with few preconceived notions of what would occur. I’d only ever been to one writer/speaker/blogger conference and it had nearly done me in. The pull of this conference was Ann Voskamp’s keynote and the fact that numerous of my God-sized Dream sisters were attending, including my soul sister Christine Wright.
I had no idea the work that God had planned for my heart. For my soul. For my vision and mission in life. It was one of the most compelling weekends of my adult life. It was little about blogging and a lot about God’s plan to use this community if only we’d step out of the way. I have only barely started to process what I believe God may be asking me to do as I try to follow His calling for my life.
Crazily enough, without my even understanding, I had spent the past two weeks wrestling over my working moms battlefields posts of last week because I never wanted to write them. But it took me revealing the hard parts, even getting some unkind feedback, to be ready to understand what might lie ahead.
As a result of the past few days, I’m going to be doing some things differently on the blog for the next two months. Fashion Fridays will be back in January (until then there are plenty of archives nuggets) and leadership will reappear again as well. But there are some things I need to write about that I’m still thinking through. I also need to write less. For three years I’ve had new posts up Monday through Friday. I’m going to take a little time to breath and try to write Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays until the end of the year. I hope you’ll stick with me through the changes.
I’m still writing for the same community with just a few different stories to share. I think I’m most excited about sharing the stories of some other women who don’t blog but have some incredibly cool experiences that deserve to be heard.
I laughed more than I cried this past weekend. I laughed so hard with these amazingly funny women from all over America that I brought extra underwear in case my bladder couldn’t withstand my mirth. They were single and married and divorced. From Michigan from Florida. They had little-bitties and high schoolers. We couldn’t have been more different. And I couldn’t have felt more at home.
God started to pull back a corner of His God-sized dream for me that I hadn’t even dared to start dreaming yet. And here I thought I had it all figured out. The best part is that He showed me the sisters in the faith that would be there to walk it with me as I walked theirs with them. The best gift of the weekend