Where to start??
The morning I left and the evening I came back held the most beautiful sunrise and sunset ... I wrote about both on my way to and from the conference ...
September 21, Thursday AM (6:45-ish?)--After nervously going through check-in and security, I sit down in a seat near the gate, just in front of the window overlooking the tarmac. A BUSY tarmac, at this time of morning--then I look up to a sky just flushing with dawn--a layer of pink fading into salmon and then into deep blue--sprinkled with clouds of slate grey.
Awesome. Thank You, Lord.
Thank You for being with me every step of the way.
September 24, Sunday PM (7-ish)--The sun is setting as my plane taxis away from the terminal in Dallas. The tears start to fall and I can't seem to stop them.
Oh, Lord, I want to be home with my husband. I need to be held and kissed.
The plane picks up speed on the runway and my spirit soars as we lift off. Speed--elation--no fear this time, only joy and anticipation.
I look back over the wing as the light is fading, and the sunset is an incandescent ribbon stretching across the horizon. All the colors of the rainbow--purple, scarlet, orange--the thinnest band of yellow and a hint of green--then pale blue fading into rich royal. Below us, clusters of lights appear, like constellations in reverse. Above, if I shade the window (there is too much light in the cabin), I can see stars. Cassiopeia looms before me.
I weep intermittently, mourning the door You have closed to me. But what did I think I wanted? Being published? And why? Notoriety, approval, validation? I am already known--and loved--oh, Lord, you have made me loved--and given me those who love my writing--and opened other doors to me. What is it I lack?
He who has begun a good work in me will complete it ....
Still to come, the first annual ACFW-Con SF/F party ... meeting Dave Long of Bethany House ... and a reality check ...