So today, at 3 pm, I will be leavin’ on a jet plane. I am flying to North Carolina, but it feels like I am jumping off the scariest cliff of faith. In case you missed it, which certainly would have been hard to do if you are one of my Facebook friends over the past couple of weeks, I am going to a Christian speakers and writers conference put on by Proverbs 31 called SheSpeaks! There will be 650 women in attendance.
You can participate on the speakers track or writers track – I am doing, not surprisingly, the latter. I have loved to write since I can remember. I have journals spanning just about every day from my time in high school to the years I dated Bray. Sadly, I stopped for a few years but now feel right back at home using this blog as my old journal friend.
I used to write fiction, mainly short stories, but never had the guts to submit them for publication. They sit on my hard drive. But in the summer of 2010, I started feeling called to women’s ministry. Not traditional church bible study ministry for churched women, but one for working women (and working mommas) seeking something, maybe it’s God or maybe they can’t yet put their finger on it. I have no idea what the calling looks like beyond that. I have no idea if it even goes any further.
Remarkably, I am going one step further. A step taken in a crazy unrealistic faith way that I get palpations about just typing the words. God, through a combination of divine intervention, generosity by my husband (both in time and in money), patience from my friends, and a lull at work, is sending me to this conference. The day I registered, I cried.
Here is what I have done in preparation for, through Christ who strengthens me, and what I will be doing, over the course of the next three days:
Sweet bloggy friends, it is time. I have no idea what is in store. I do know this, and I was reminded of this as I wrote my chapter on who God says we are. God has a very specific, intentional purpose for each of our lives. I know this truth: