Many of us come to a fork in the road where we have to decide, will we settle for free and familiar, or go beyond into uncharted territory. Sometimes the zone is no further than hitting publish, and we close our eyes — trusting God will do what only he can with the words he provides.
I had never done anything like this before. I was never brave enough to do it, or allowed myself the freedom to chase fun and fruitful pursuits. But here I was, loading up the car and attempting to get the GPS to work — all by myself. 31 years old, finally graduating to bravehood, I would meet some ladies who would open my heart up.
Have you ever journeyed to a place you forsaw coming long ago but when the day arrived for your course to change trajectory, it was almost too simply and peaceful to believe it was true? Sometimes our idea of BIG and EXCITING, or of God’s will and faith adventures — may not be as large or glimmery as we perceive.
Sometimes the meaningful and life changing events which play pivitol stepping stones in our lives are the small stones. The ones that fit into the crevices of life where no big fat stone could fit, but where the tiny ones hold up everything else. Without them, the larger ones wouldn’t be steady.
What I learned during my first writer’s road trip was this:
I belong. I don’t have to fight for it.
I am excepted the way I am, because I am God’s child.
Jesus made a way. I want to travel his paths.
Traveling Outside Of Your Comfort Zone
When I read my friend, Christina’s recollections, I had to concur. I too felt the pull to talk less and listen more. These women had words of encouragement, I’ve been there too’s, and blessings in their stories which were pictures of God’s love and provision. When you think you are the only one, it just isn’t true. Getting around humans proves this.
I had all of my snacks packed for the 7 and a half hour road trip so that I didn’t have to pull in a drive through. And I didn’t. It worked. Praise God!
Me and my roomie, Stephanie, shared some laughs. I miss her personality already. Come visit and let’s eat more cheese!
Watching everyone mingle was so fun. I am borderline creepy people watcher and hybrid introvert, so I finally jumped in and partook. It’s the observer in me, don’t freak out okay. But really, these ladies were so full of joy. It spilled over. I caught some of the wave!
I can’t begin to tell you how hilarious some of these moments were. Mary Geisen reminds me of my mom, Holly Barrett was like my aunt to a T, and Tammy is a lot like my best friend here at home, not afraid to be herself and she loves the Lord. Each person is their own, it was just interesting how my mind connected the dots. It was like the Lord was saying, “See, Meghan? This isn’t so scary. People are cool!”
That next morning I looked outside our bedroom window. A cross stood there smiling back at me.
Oh – uh, a candid shot. I hope they don’t dog pile me next for this one. Hey, I know where the delete button is don’t fret. But seriously, I love it. This was one of the most fun times. Have you ever caught a laugh from someone else (though you had no clue why they were laughing) and you couldn’t stop? This was one of those moments. Our hand spun pizza and dessert was yummy.
I got to meet this lady!!!! Carolina Cisneros is like the big sister I never had. Words here aren’t enough to really describe how she has impacted me, in both my faith walk and in my writing life. That is for another time, or in a book — but not here. I will say this, if you are a nervous person — afraid to open yourself up, come to the next retreat and hug her. You’ll understand. Now, I must move on before I cry. Cheerio! Or however the Brits spell it…. 🙂
Here is the lovely, Jeanne…inside and out radiates of God’s love. It was a joy to meet her and hear her voice. She writes contemporary fiction! I was so thankful for this retreat, but it makes me long for more connection. The face to face kind. You don’t know what you’re missing until you sit with a small group of women who come just as they are, with no agenda and no judging. The timing of this trip was epically a part of God’s plan for my life, for which I am writing about in my book, treasure held closely against my chest which I hope to share one day with the world.
If you aren’t a part of a writing group, I encourage you to find an encouraging one and root down. If you want, check out Five Minute Friday. We welcome all.