CONFERENCES, DEVOS, AND WRITING FRIENDS
I love sharing how God leads me on this writing journey on my walk with Him, and this week, I'd love to share a devotional that editor Beth Patch accepted for CBN.com. I met Beth at a writers conference and attended the course she taught about writing for CBN.
I'm a huge advocate of attending writing conferences, because of the knowledge gleaned, but, more importantly because of the relationships formed - with fellow writers, editors, and agents. These personal relationships are so important in this writing industry!
Beth Patch is a delight and you'll love getting to know her at a conference. She has a wealth of writing knowledge, and she's very encouraging to writers.
Please take a look below at one of the styles of devotionals that CBN uses, and make plans to attend a conference soon! You'll be so glad you did!
LOST AT THE PIER
But Esau ran to meet him, threw his arms around his neck,
kissed him, and they wept. –Genesis 33:4
(CEB)
We miscommunicated on aisle three.
“You said you’d meet me at the car,
right when you reached for the powdered sugar,” David said.
“But I meant at check-out. Besides, if you’d brought your phone, I
could’ve found you sooner,” I retorted.
The frozens never thought of thawing with
the chilly drive home.
“I have my phone, in case you can’t
find me in the back yard,” my husband
snarked after he unloaded the
groceries.
I slammed a few things around – but not
the eggs – and thought of another miscommunication, several years ago and in
another state.
Six months pregnant with our fourth
child, I planned an excursion to Venice Beach Boardwalk. We’d just moved to
California, compliments of the U.S. Navy.
“I thought you knew where we were
going,” David mumbled as we parked.
Well you promised you’d bring the map. Look
there’s the boardwalk. And the Ferris wheel.”
“We’ll never make it there and back
before dark,” said David. “I’ll move the car closer.”
What I thought was Venice Beach
Boardwalk was actually the Santa Monica Pier. The kids and I walked along the
edge of the water while David moved the car. We made it to the pier, but no
sign of David anywhere. With no cell phone then, I had nothing with me but
three kids – three hungry, thirsty, tired kids.
We searched the pier, walked the beach,
talked to lifeguards, spoke with the Santa Monica Police Department, rested,
thirsted, wept a little – some more than others - and started anew.
My worry was approaching panic as dusk
drew near. Then Jenifer yelled, “There’s daddy!” We could see him pacing the
beach frantically as we peered for the one hundredth time over the edge of the
pier.
Jeremy cupped his hands around his
mouth and yelled for his dad while the rest of us waved our arms in the air.
When David spotted us, I could see relief flood his face, even from that
distance. He made his way our direction.
“I’m sorry I got us lost,” I said as I
threw my arms around David’s neck.
“I’m sorry I forgot the map,” David
said, just before kissing me.
My mind came back to the present as I
placed the powdered sugar in its rightful place. Our argument was ridiculous
and silly, and my sharp words to my husband were uncalled for, reminding me of
the verse in Proverbs 15:1 (ESV) that says, “A soft answer turns away wrath,
but a harsh word stirs up anger.”
I think I’ll text David an apology. Then I’ll run out back
for a kiss.
Dearest
God of Jacob, Thank you for forgiveness. May I never lose sight of its
sweetness.
