I had the privilege of attending the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference at the end of May, on the campus of Ridgecrest, nestled in the North Carolina mountains. I studied the long list of classes for each of the ten sessions. After researching the different presenters and class descriptions, I confidently circled my top choices for each time slot. After the morning keynote address and again before each course offering, I prayed and asked God to show me that I had made the right decision and if I hadn’t, to direct me to the class that would be best. Even though I was sure of my selections, I wanted to stay open in case there was a class the Lord needed me in.
And do you know what? Six out of ten class choices changed after I prayed, some at the last minute. Those new choices were the exact classes I was supposed to attend, not the ones I had originally anticipated. The information I gained from those presenters was exactly what I have been looking and praying for and God met me in those rooms. Ideas, direction and resources I hadn’t even considered were tossed out like breadcrumbs, and by the end of the week, everything came together. I had a whole new direction that I didn’t even know to be looking for.