I know that Carol has briefed you on the amazing ACFW conference that happened this last weekend in Dallas, Texas. She’s shared stories and pictures and what an amazing time it is networking with other Christian authors. It truly is all that she described.
All of the classes and networking and amazing meals and awards, all of that pale in my experience to the worship service.
There is absolutely nothing like worshiping with 500 Christian fiction writers. Absolutely nothing.
Last year, when I did my taxes, I realized I’d taken 30 trips. THIRTY. Of those, I went to romance writing conference after indie writing workshop after secular writing conference. Then, I went to Blue Ridge Christian Writers Conference in North Carolina. There, at the Lifeway Ridgecrest Center, I found my people. Writers determined to spread the word God had given them as far and as wide as they could spread it. Classes and workshops centered around a mutual desire to serve God and man. It was wonderful and beautiful.
And then there was the worship.
That was in May. In September, I headed to St. Louis for my first ever American Christian Fiction Writers Conference. Imagine my delight in discovering Rachel Hauck and her team of musicians leading worship there, too! I cannot express to you what it did to my heart and soul to be part of that lifting of voices and hands to God.
Because my daughter graduated high school this last year, and due to the nature of our school system and how they do snow days, I wasn’t able to schedule going to the Blue Ridge conference. It was scheduled right around the same time as graduation, so it was better safe than scheduling to attend and having to cancel. But all summer, I’ve looked forward to that third weekend in September and the annual ACFW conference.
My husband attended with me this year. That made an amazing time even more perfect. We stayed at a different hotel from the conference hotel, and skipping the provided breakfast to dine at our hotel wasn’t even an option — because we knew that following breakfast every day, there would be worship. With hands raised in the air and lifting our voices to God, we joined the other nearly 500+ people of like minds – writers and editors and agents – people who know us and understand how our brains work and never think that the conversations we have with people of our own imagination is somehow weird – with those people and just praised the Omniscient Creator of the heavens, the Almighty Yah.
And for four days this year, I was immersed in an environment with people who “get me”, who like me anyway, and who understand what it’s like to do what I do.
I’ll look forward to Rachel Hauck’s worship for several more months until I’m able to get to the next major Christian Writers Conference.