Once again I'd been stopped in my tracks. First my neck spasm, then the snow, and now the bull elk. None had been part of my plan when I chose to attend the Colorado Christian Writers Conference. Despite learning about this opportunity at the last minute, and the fact that my husband and I were on a road trip to Yosemite, plans came together quickly and easily. Encouraging me to go, my husband got on his computer, and within a couple of hours, arranged my lodging, rental car, and flight, all with travel points. Surely God wanted me to attend.
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.
Working on my memoir, God, the Devil, and Divorce, I've recently zeroed in on my husband's crazymaking behavior. Here's one definition for this behavior:
A safe place to discuss Christian Divorce
My up-coming memoir