Satan--Does He Really Exist?

Written late last night.
I'm marooned in my timeshare condo in Estes, Colorado. A major snowstorm is dumping several inches of snow outside my door. I did not come for the snow. 

I came to attend this year's Colorado Christian Writer's Conference which is going on up the mountain without me.

I'd flown in Wednesday afternoon from my home in Washington State. I'm not used to traveling on my own and was a little nervous. That, and the change in altitude brought on a debilitating neck spasm, so after registering, I checked into the resort condo and went straight to bed, missing the opening session. By morning, I was recovered, but woke up to snow. I bravely drove to the conference's remote location and was able to spend much of the day there. I was surprised when the workshop leader of "How to Market Your Message Without Selling Your Soul" began by discussing Satan's attempts to discourage us. "There will be spiritual attacks," she said. "Ah, the neck spasm," I thought.

Now I'm wondering about the snow. Even more snow is predicted to fall tomorrow, and I will miss a full day at the conference. But I know if God wants my memoir published, He will find a way. In the meantime, I experienced a heart-warming conversation with the clerk at the resort here. As she gave me hot chocolate packets to satisfy my cravings, I told her why I was here and the title of the memoir. "I love it! Tell me more." she urged. I shared with her some of what God has done for me. "Your story gives me hope," she said.

​I'll tell you more about my experience at the conference in my next post.

Blessings,
​Linda