It’s All About the Agenda

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Tomorrow I leave for Mount Hermon. 

Mount Hermon is Christian-writer-speak shorthand for the Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference. It’s a bona fide big deal. It’s a place that makes me sigh into my mug and whisper maybe next year.

But last November I entered this contest. And the contest sponsor created a second prize just so I wouldn’t walk off empty-handed.

By the way–nobody ever dunked me in lucky juice. I’ve been blessed, oh yes–but I’m not the find-a-hundred-dollar-bill-in-the-parking lot type. I’ve never won at bingo. That name that gets pulled from a hat? It’s always the lady sitting two rows ahead of me.

So this winning thing is new ground for me. Then even more good things happened.  I received another sponsorship to cover the remaining half of the registration fee. I found a flight that was cheap and nonstop and timed perfectly to suit my travel needs. My publisher has rushed me a few copies of my novel to offer for sale in the conference bookshop.

I would be ashamed to squander an opportunity like this one. So I’ve been working on proposals and overviews and pitches. I’ve been revising and dreaming and revising again.

There’s a thing, though, about all this preparation and anticipation and sheer flat-out terror:

It would be easy–effortless, even–to forget my purpose in writing.

This conference could become a loud, shiny, bedazzling raptor that beguiles me, wraps me in that straitjacket with All About Me stenciled across its back in pink Day-Glo letters, blindfolds me, and spins me around as if it’s all one big dizzying game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey.

It’s not. 

I’m praying, as I prepare, for a servant’s heart. I’m praying, as I prepare, for His agenda to lead me. Will you pray it with me?

Dear God,

Please engrave Your agenda on my heart. And conk me on the head with a humble stick if I forget I’m here to serve You.

I ask these things in the precious name of Your Son. Amen.

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He leads the humble in justice,
And He teaches the humble His way.
10 All the paths of the Lord are lovingkindness and truth
To those who keep His covenant and His testimonies.
11 For Your name’s sake, O Lord,
Pardon my iniquity, for it is great.

Psalm 25:9-11 (NASB)

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