The silence was deafening. And frustrating.
My first inclination was to talk to all my friends about it, ie, 'what do you think I should do?' But, I've learned from past experience that the more opinions I seek, the more confused I get. So instead, I discussed it with my husband, and we ultimately decided that I'd attend one day of the four day conference.
We made this decision in part because money is a little tight, but also because neither one of us had a sense that this was something God had for me at this time.
But even after we agreed I'd attend the one day I still felt uneasy, unsure, and not excited at all. This type of response was so out of character for me. Normally the idea of attending such a conference would have had me pinging off the walls with anticpation.
But I wasn't. Instead, I felt anxious and frustrated.
Anxious because I wasn't sensing God's blessing in my decision . And frustrated because God wasn't telling me how to prepare for the one day I planned to attend.
So in the end I chose not to go. Why? For three reasons:
- Because I've learned from past experience that when I push my way for something it never turns out the way I expected it to.
- Because I don't want to attempt anything without feeling God's pleasure, anointing, and favor.
- Because my grandfather always said "If there's a reason to doubt it, there's a reason not to do it."
Now, I'm sure when I meet with my writer's critique group this month, and they all tell me about the great things that happened for them at the writer's conference I might feel a twinge of jealousy. But ultimately, I'll be able to rejoice with them for God's goodness to them. And I'll smile to myself knowing that :
"What He does now, I don't know, but someday I will!" (John 13:37)
such a cute picture, love it! btw, not attending a writer's conference does not make you less of a writer. keep up the good work Debbie, I am so proud of you!
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