My scuffed up Sunday shoes were uncomfortable. I pressed the gold button that brought the elevator down, only to take it back up to the seventh floor, Room 703. I slid my card into the door, and once inside, my back down a smooth leather chair. It was good to be alone. Flooded with hours of information, it seemed more than I could take in. Publishing and promoting, platforms and book proposals, it was all wonderfully overwhelming.
With one day left, I wasn’t quite sure what to roll tightly and pack away into my already full suitcase. Was it that I should blog on certain days? Join the world of twitter? Carve out more time to write? Build this little space of mine, which I think has less than a dozen or so followers. Begin to construct a platform, with goals of enticing more people to read these silly scattered words I take too long to peck?
But I listened to the words of Ann Voskamp Saturday evening as she stood center stage. I leaned into her quiet sentences strung together like a clothesline of fresh flowered sheets. She spoke of thankfulness and gifts that are found hidden in the mornings and the afternoons and when the sun falls low.
And as the writer’s conference came to a close; my thoughts raced down the halls of the hotel and in the parking lot where I hoisted my luggage into a SUV. Surprisingly, it isn’t of mindless marketing or 100 ways to make this blog of mine bigger and better and more inviting. But it is a rush to unlock these gifts tucked inside the corners of my own humble home. Gifts of rainbow-colored crayons waiting to be splashed on black and white pages. The gift of a frozen block of meat, taken out early morning, seasoned and prepared and set on a table waiting for those I love to surround it. Gifts of tennis shoes waiting to be slipped on, waiting to run wild without abandon and waiting to be lovingly caught.
And in unearthing these gifts, laced in simplicity, God gives me a newfound giddiness to write it and live it, share it and record it.
Again, thank you, thank you to author, Cecil Murphey for the award of a gracious scholarship that allowed me to attend She Speaks in Charlotte this year. What a blessing.