We arrive sure of ourselves. Sure of our writing. Sure of the whispers we’ve felt God breathing into our hearts.
Granted, some do pack their bags on the last day, exhilarated, liberated and awed.
But many others leave dazed and confused, wondering if the whispers they swore they heard were imaginary.
Agent and editor meetings, contract hopes and dashed dreams aside, the best thing about writers conferences are the lasting friendships made there. These are the sorts of friendships bordering on the camaraderie of soldiers on a battlefield, fighting to bring words of hope into enemy lands.
Indeed, writing with a Christian message is a battle. I am convinced the unseen powers and principalities are pretty pissed off when we decide to surrender our pens to Jesus and His Host. So praise God He leads us to places like writers conferences where troops can gather, refuel and recommit to hacking through the fray together.
If you are a discouraged writer, this verse from Psalm 18:30 (TMV).
Our God goes before us, and He comes behind.
He accomplishes all things in His time.
He has chosen you to bring light into the darkness with the arrows of your words.
Do not doubt your calling.
Do not surrender your bayonet.
Trust that Jesus Himself has road-tested your direction, and then rest in the convertible as the power and peace of His Holy Spirit courses through your hair . . . and your pen!
What a God! His road
stretches straight and smooth.
Every God-direction is road-tested.
Everyone who runs toward him