Nashville, part 1 I guess when you start calling a trip your destiny, you may be setting yourself up for disappointment. I should know better. I do this all the time - make something so huge in my mind that the real thing, no matter how great, could never live up to those expectations.
That's what happened on Friday. I think I honestly expected to walk into the building of the publisher I was meeting with and hear, "Ahhh" (imagine that in a high, angelic, heaven opening up sort of voice). And then God would say in his big, booming James Earl Jones voice, "THIS. This is what you're supposed to do, Photoqueen. This is what I've planned for you."
It turns out that's not how God chose to work in my life this weekend. The building was just a building. The meeting was just a meeting. We sat at a conference table that was...you guessed it...just a table.
So I was left wondering, what's the big deal? If this is all there is to it, why would I uproot my life and my family to move three states away? If I don't feel any excitement, any fluttering, anything - how could this be God's plan?
That's what happened on Friday. I think I honestly expected to walk into the building of the publisher I was meeting with and hear, "Ahhh" (imagine that in a high, angelic, heaven opening up sort of voice). And then God would say in his big, booming James Earl Jones voice, "THIS. This is what you're supposed to do, Photoqueen. This is what I've planned for you."
It turns out that's not how God chose to work in my life this weekend. The building was just a building. The meeting was just a meeting. We sat at a conference table that was...you guessed it...just a table.
So I was left wondering, what's the big deal? If this is all there is to it, why would I uproot my life and my family to move three states away? If I don't feel any excitement, any fluttering, anything - how could this be God's plan?
