Flight arrangements are made, bags are packed, rides for pickup are set, appointments upon arrival are made.
Everything is in place. For something new.
I'm traveling to Biola University to teach a continuing session on legacy writing and memoir at the Southern California Christian Writers' Conference.
Teaching at writers' conferences is a new thing for me.
So is flying to them.
So is having an agent, hanging out in publishing circles and shaking hands with authors and speakers I've admired from behind the pages of their books.
Brian and I have sent our kids all over the country and to different countries on mission trips. My daughter went to Spain for a semester without really knowing the language until she was submersed in it. We have a son who has had several random opportunities to attend things like national leadership conferences and presidential inaugural balls. One of our sons moved 14 hours away to follow his dream. We have seen each of our kids roll with several risky and exciting opportunities. Probably a little bit afraid at first. But always with our encouragement.
It's my turn to do a big-kid thing. They are sending me off, encouraging me, reminding me that this and the potential for what could happen has been a dream on my heart for a lot of years.
I don't know what is going to happen when I land at LAX. But I do know that there is a new thing just around that corner. For the people who attend the conference. And maybe even for me. I'm excited to be a part of both.
It's one of those Holy Spirit Adventures. One that I couldn't have predicted even a month ago.
"For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland."
Welcome to a page of my journal....a place where I will randomly post stories that document my life, and some tips for helping you to document yours.