When I left the conference this weekend, I expected to come home. Instead, as I browsed the news, I found myself transported to the scene of a catastrophe I missed entirely.
So while I'm waiting for me to come all the way down to earth, I hope you will allow me to let the rest of the world live and let live at least for the moment. Please?!
In the meantime, the conference was good, awesome, intense and rich with growth. Although it started with so few (around 35), it hovered closer to forty by the end as more people came for the end. By talent night on Thursday evening, everyone knew each other pretty well, making the atmosphere that much more relaxed.
Now don't get me wrong; I don't mean to give the impression I had an easy time of it. There were the mandatory scheduling faux pas that cropped up, plus the continual effort to stay ahead of every activity as it approached--and the newsletter to write every day (most people put together a canned newsletter ahead of time but I only did that partially, wanting to have more space for fresh, related material as the week's comic relief). It was special, however, to note how simple it seemed to deal with it all after the hectic week previous. God upheld me more than I could have imagined. No matter how late I stayed up finishing work (sometimes 2:20-3 a.m.), I always woke up about 15 to 10 minutes before my alarm and the early-morning prayer meetings were never without someone to lead them. Also, I don’t think I had any serious trouble staying awake during the seminars even though I was playing all the intense sports throughout as well.
Too much on my mind right now though and I can't keep this up, so I'll get back to you with more, by and by.