I got me a travel bag overflowing with glorious gifts on a recent trip. They were glorious gifts because they were straight from the hand of my Heavenly Father.

Last week, I headed for the Maranatha Christian Writer’s Conference. I wasn’t nervous about the trip, but I was insecure about my choice to go and whether I would learn enough and make enough connections to make the trip worthwhile. Tired, discouraged, and stressed from summer tensions, I prayed that God would use this trip to refresh my soul and replenish my sagging spirit. [Read more…]