I just got back from the Write To Publish Writer’s Conference at Wheaton College. It was a wonderful time. I learned much, met many and generally felt in awe of God’s presence in my life.
I have never been to the Holy Land.
But I have been to many a holy land.
Places of personal significance,
Where bush burns brightly,
and I turn over new leaf.
Where little known men
have taught great men,
and those great men have gone on
to teach myriads more men.
Places I have overcome overwhelming odds.
Places I have left fear in my room and ventured out of myself.
Places I have discovered new sisters, teachers, mentors…friends.
Places I have found more of me.
And I wonder how they got there,
those pieces of me.
So far from where I dwell in the ordinary every day.
So far outside myself that it makes me tremble,
distant from all that feels familiar.
For He has scattered drops of me
to be found by me
like breadcrumbs in Hansel and Gretel.
And when I follow them back, I find that they lead to Him
where the Father has planned all along.