Embracing humility, embracing the kingdom

I didn’t think Allume was going to happen for me this year. It sold out before I could get a ticket. There was little chance of having days off from work approved. And then there was the money factor.

Without getting into too many details, the money worked out and a ticket became available.

And I quit my job.

I didn’t quit just to go to Allume. There were other factors, not the least of which was the realization that what I was doing, as worthy as it was, ran against the skills and passions that God gave me.

Within a few days of walking out the door with no real plan for the future, I had a call, a superquick interview and a job that started less than a month before Allume … and they still let me take off two days!

I told myself it was confirmation from God. A reward for following his path and returning to a life of writing.

Next up? Building my blog, connecting with people who could help grow my blog and gathering posts into e-books.

Bigger, better, bolder!

And then came Trina Holden’s session, “Her Story  with Trina Holden – Your Blog is Not Your Endgame.”

Read the rest of the post over at Donna’s lovely blog, City Chick in the Country. Thanks, Donna, for giving me the opportunity to guest post!

A Song for Sunday: Glorious/Our God Reigns

For the rest of the year, the Song for Sunday will feature songs from Passion Conferences through the years. The only qualification I have is that I’m choosing songs from the conferences at which I served as a volunteer.

This video is from the final moments of Passion 2006, the first Passion event at which I served. It’s still a highlight from all the events I’ve attended.

It’s long, but worth it.

Five Minute Friday: Quiet dreams …

Five Minute Friday
This is another Five-Minute Friday post. Lisa-Jo gives us a prompt and bloggers write for five minutes without editing or revising. This week’s prompt is “quiet.” Click over here to see what others have written.

I had one of those strange dreams last night. Well, actually several. It was one of those nights in which I slept incredibly deeply for a couple of hours, then woke up, then fell back asleep. Please tell me I’m not the only one who does that!

Anyway, in the most memorable dream I was at a conference. I think it was a youth conference, but I’m not entirely sure. It was one of those ones with a lot of flashy entertaining speakers, events and worship leaders. In the dream, I wasn’t sure about something I was supposed to do as part of an incredibly complicated demonstration. I asked for help and the person in charge berated me for asking.

I went on a rant. I started speaking strongly, forcefully and loudly about how this wasn’t what it was all about. These little games and the bright lights were just a big game drawing us away from what mattered. I honestly wish I could remember it all.

Anyway I moved in the way one moves in dreams. One minute I was yelling at the leader, the next I was in a cafe outside the conference’s main hall telling a small group of people how I dreamed of a quiet conference with prayer walks along the beach and quiet devotions and Bible study.

One by one the poeple around me started to agree.

And then I woke up.

But in the quiet of the morning the images of the dream came back to me. I wondered if that isn’t really something I do want. Maybe the dream is a DREAM – a God-given dream of gathering people for an unconference to quietly pursue Him.