The Fine Print

Have you heard about this conference?


Right. Silly question. Unless you've been under a rock in this little world of blog you have most likely read about it either here, here, or here.

I'll admit when I first saw the cute button advertising the conference and read the description that read "Speaking, Writing, and Leadership Conference" I pretty much ruled myself out. But then I squinted a little and saw a blessed little phrase in fine print..."Featuring Sessions for Bloggers". Hey, that's me! I'm a blogger!

My interest was piqued even further when I saw they were offering a scholarship so I ventured over to check out the details. I thought we had a deal breaker when I read that I had to write a post about why I would like to win the scholarship. A pit in my stomach grew deep and I felt fear at the thought of that dirty little word. You know the one.

REJECTION.

Here's the thing, though, I had this nagging feeling that I should at least TRY. So today instead of ignoring that feeling I decided to embrace it. It may not be that I win the contest; it may be that someone reading this post enters and wins. Either way, all will be as it should. Of that I am sure.

So, as I was thinking about what to write, I pondered a few different angles.

I thought about going with the whole, "IF YOU HAD ANY IDEA WHAT A HUGE FAN OF BIG MAMA I WAS, YOU'D PICK ME TO WIN THIS CONTEST" route. But REALLY, who wants to look that desperate?

I also thought about sharing some pictures of my kids. After all, they are pretty cute, and how could someone read that post and NOT grant me the opportunity to GET AWAY for a couple of days?

Then I got serious, and realized it might be better to dig deeper and share MORE...a little piece of the real me.

Last came my most sensible idea, to BE QUIET, take a deep breath and give God a chance to speak.

You see, more often than not you'll find on this blog MY words are the most prominent. However, on occasion, I experience a beautiful moment when I become fully aware that something my fingers typed did not come from me at all. A moment when God is speaking through me and at the same time TO me. I desire to experience more of those beautiful moments. I guess that is where that nagging feeling comes in. I believe that is His desire for me as well. Perhaps if I was given the opportunity to attend this conference, I could take a step closer in that direction.