A Moment of Truth.... Maybe
You go through life with plenty of dreams. At least I do. I dream for my kids. I dream for my husband and our church. I dream for God to use me while I am on this planet.
That dream usually feels out of my control, like most dreams I guess.
When I was a junior in high school leading my first small group of girls, I knew God had given me something. Words. I love them. They move me and God moves through them. You can arrange them in such a way to see God sometimes. If He decides to let you.
Which again is out of my control.
So today I sit on a plane flying to Mt. Hermon’s Writer’s conference, a place bursting with real authors, real publishers and real agents...
the supreme word judges of the world.
And I stand before them holding a green and white tote with a laptop in it, 2 Bible studies, a book proposal, and 2 children’s books, a whole lot of words.
Words that might be trite or maybe they matter? They might be simply mine or maybe God helped?
Either way, I am dreaming that God would use me on this planet and content at how He decides to do that.