CONFERENCE CPR!

Hi, Julie here, and I'm sorry, but whenever the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) Conference rolls around, I can't help but think about the very first time I ever attended a conference, and trust me — it wasn't pretty. So if you're going to ACFW later this month, loaded for bear with hopes, dreams, one-sheets, pitches, and confidence galore — then maybe you don't need the lesson God taught me in 2003.

On the other hand, if you have blood in your veins and breathe air, maybe you do. Because the truth is we're all painfully human, and the lesson God imparted to me then will most likely speak to you now, whether you're a writer, reader, or starry-eyed hopeful like I was back then, desperate to soak up everything I could from workshops, sessions, and people in the know. Whatever your story, here's mine the year I learned the most important lesson of all.

CONFERENCE CPR

“Are you okay?” Someone shook me hard. I lay there, unable to speak, eyes welded closed.

“Are you okay” the voice came again, louder this time, more insistent. No answer. I felt the press of fingers to my pulse followed by a quick sweep of my mouth, clearing all obstructions. With a pinch of my nose, someone began to breathe life into me while a gentle hand compressed against my chest, finger on my heart …

Okay, just for the record—I did not choke on a piece of chicken at an American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) Conference nor ever had to be resuscitated in any way.

Uh … that is …  not physically.

But emotionally and spiritually? Oh, yeah,  I was a goner. Cried enough tears for the housekeeping staff to think I was heisting Kleenex. But something amazing happened to me at the very first ACFW conference I ever attended—I received CPR in a very unlikely manner, and I gotta tell ya, folks—it saved my life.

So I thought since ACFW is right around the corner,  it might behoove me to repeat a past Seeker blog about this life-saving experience I received when the Holy Spirit administered a heavy dose of truly miraculous CPR—Cry, Pray, Repent.

Oh, how I wish someone had told me what I’m about to tell you before I went to my very first writers’ conference in Houston, Texas in 2003. It was the American Christian Fiction Writers Conference, only back then, it was ACRW, American Christian Romance Writers. I went by myself without knowing a soul, which is a hard thing to do, as so many of you are aware. Up until that point, I had done everything I could to put me on the path to publication—took fiction-writing courses at the community college, attended small writing seminars and local RWA chapter meetings, queried publishers until I was blue in the face, and entered contests until I was in hock over binder clips.

I knew in my gut that the time had come for me to venture far from home and interface with other writers of my ilk. I mean how difficult could this be? Although by nature I am a recluse of sorts, I like to joke that I have the misfortune of having an outgoing personality, so the word “shy” isn’t part of my vocabulary. So I smiled and mixed and mingled until my teeth ached and made a lot of acquaintances, but no real “friend” to connect with. Everything felt surface to me, and it seemed like everybody I spoke to was either published, had an agent, a contract in the works, or fulls requested.

That night I cried on the phone to my husband, and I’m talking major sobbing! I told him I felt lonely and jealous and like publication would never happen for me. He comforted me and prayed with me and told me everything would all right.

But it wasn’t. The next day I would attend a seminar, then go up to my room and cry, clean my face and go back down to smile some more. That went on all day as the loneliness and jealousy seemed to grow, and that night my poor husband got another earful of long-distance weeping. God love him, he prayed for me and encouraged me and told me to put my hope in God. Yeah, right, I thought to myself, and how is that going to change these waterworks? That night I cried myself to sleep, rivers of tears seeping into my pillow.

What happened next is nothing short of supernatural. The next morning, even before my eyelids peeled open, my brain was pelted with hope Scriptures in rapid-fire succession:

Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you will abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. - Romans 15:12-14

And hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us. - Romans 5:4-6

No one whose hope is in you will ever be put to shame. - Psalm 25:2-4

Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. - Psalm 62:4-6

But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more. - Psalm 71:13-15


Now, first of all, I wasn’t aware that I even knew that many hope Scriptures. In fact, they shocked me so much, my eyes popped open and I lunged for the Gideon Bible inside the nightstand drawer. I flipped it open to the first few pages where they list Scriptures by subject and scanned the list for “Hope.” It wasn’t there, so I settled on the scripture for “Fear.” There were only two, mind you, and I quickly paged to the first one: Hebrews 13:5.

Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.


Come again? What does fear or lack of hope have to do with covetousness and ingratitude? Give me a break—the Gideons have TONS of Scriptures from which to choose and they choose this????

I blinked several times … and then the Holy Spirit nailed my butt to the wall.

I had spent the last two days of this expensive conference doing NOTHING but coveting other writers’ success and complaining that it would never happen for me. My husband had forked over $800 bucks (airfare, hotel room, conference fee) so I could fly to Houston and instead of being grateful, I was utterly lonely and jealous. Talk about a one-two punch!

I immediately fell to my knees and sobbed again, only this time my tears were tears of repentance. I told God I was sorry for being such a brat, and I prayed for every woman that I had been jealous of, that God would bless the socks off of them. I asked Him to change my attitude and give me hope and help me not to be lonely the rest of the conference.

For the umpteenth time that weekend, I cleaned up my face, put on my name badge, and squared my shoulders to go downstairs. The elevator opened, and I flashed a smile to the couple in the back, then turned to face the door. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. "You’re from St. Louis?" The woman's eyes were glowing with warmth, gaze flitting from my name badge to my face with a joyous smile. "I live in Illinois, just twenty minutes across the river.”

I will NEVER forget the look of kindness and warmth in that woman’s face—like an angel sent from God. She was an ACFW author named Diana Brandmeyer (now a Tyndale, Barbour, and Concordia Publishing hybrid author), so be sure to check out her website and her wonderful books at Diana Brandmeyer. Anyway, she invited me to sit with her and her husband for breakfast, and as God is my witness, conference food never tasted so good!

Later that day, there was a contest for book giveaways. You simply had to write about someone who had positively affected you at the conference so far, and if the ACFW Master of Ceremonies (Brandilyn, of course!) picked your comment out of the hat, the person you wrote about won a free book. My eyes smarted with tears as I dashed a quick note about the kind woman in the elevator “whose eyes radiated love and warmth"—Diana Brandmeyer.

If you can believe it, out of over 350 women and like 2 men, Brandilyn picked a handful of notes to read, and one of them was the note I had written about Diana, which referred to her “eyes full of love and warmth.” My heart jumped with excitement … until Brandilyn read my name instead of Diana’s.

My heart froze when I realized I'd written my name down by mistake, thus winning a book for myself rather than for Diana.

Brandilyn called me up, and I was too embarrassed to tell her the truth, so I intended to return the book after the function was over. Imagine my shock when a few moments later, Brandilyn read another note about a woman “whose eyes radiated love and warmth,” only this one was the note I had written about Diana!

Yes, you guessed it—two women who broke the yoke of loneliness off of each other in an elevator wrote almost exactly the same thing about the other. Go ahead, tell me that’s not a God thing!

That conference turned out to be a pivotal time in my career, not only because of the amazing friendship/critique partnership that Diana and I still share today, or even the very encouraging paid critique I received from author Tracey Bateman later on that day. Nope, the main reason was the invaluable lesson that the Holy Spirit taught me from the pages of a hotel-room Gideon Bible.

Yes, contests, writing classes, and writers conferences are all important tools in traveling the road to publication. But the most important tools needed are spiritual—to keep your heart clean of jealousy by praying for those who incite it, to praise and thank God wherever you are in your journey instead of complaining, and to renew your mind with hope Scriptures instead of despair. Because the bottom line is, “hope never fails” … and neither does He.

GIVEAWAY:

I would love to hear your own conference CPR stories—I know you all have them (uh, especially Mary Connealy and Melanie Dickerson!), and there are a lot of first-time conference attendees that could use the encouragement. For everyone that leaves a comment, I’ll toss your name in the hat for a chance to win a signed copy of your choice of any of my books, including my upcoming release, Surprised by Love.

So goood luck … and take a deep breath!

Hugs,

Julie

ABOUT JULIE:

Award-winning author of “The Daughters of Boston” and “Winds of Change” series, Julie Lessman was American Christian Fiction Writers 2009 Debut Author of the Year and voted #1 Romance Author of the year in Family Fiction magazine’s 2012 and 2011 Readers Choice Awards. She has also garnered 17 RWA and other awards and made Booklist’s 2010 Top 10 Inspirational Fiction. Her book A Light in the Window is an International Digital Awards winner, a 2013 Readers' Crown Award winner, and a 2013 Book Buyers Best Award winner. You can contact Julie and read excerpts from her books at www.julielessman.com.

Doing the Misstep Dance Or Putting Plan B in Motion with Guest Blogger Diana Lesire Brandmeyer

 
I feel so REAL! I’m on SEEKERVILLE!!! Someone pinch me quick! Ouch, okay, so I am here gazing at all the wonderful people who follow this blog and now I’m nervous. Am I dressed right? Is there spinach woven between my teeth? Quick—call in the makeup person please! 

Never mind—I’m not in charge! God is and He’s chosen this time together to be an invisible gathering with you. How great is HE? His Plan B for today doesn’t require me to look fabulous, so I can relax in my frumpiness. 

Today’s exciting topic is about those missteps we take in our lives and how God has other plans hiding behind the “OH NO!”

We have a lot of mole holes in our yard and if you don’t pay attention, you will be doing the Misstep Dance. Your balance is tipped, stability can’t be found in the surrounding air, and your ankle is a twisted mess. For the next six weeks you get to live with that one moment of making a wrong choice and wondering how soon you can recover from the plunge into a mole hole.
 

The answer is about six weeks to life depending on how much trauma that ankle suffered.


I don’t know about you but my life has been made up of many missteps that have forced me to look at Plan B options.  Like my character, Louisa Copeland, in Mind of Her Own, I took the choice expected of me—get married and have a family. I put all creativity to sleep or tried to. 

Instead of writing or following my love of photography, I chose to make clothes for my son, paint every room in our home, and create roads on huge sheets of cardboard for my son to use with his small cars. I took a cake-decorating class—BIG mistake! Icing tastes so good! That led to working out in my living room! 

All of this frustrated creativity came to a boil. After all, little boys do not care much about clothing or how much time it takes to make it. Nor did they care to sit for photos—the cake, however, they did like. 

So while I don’t feel being married and a mom was a true misstep, I’ve used it to illustrate how we can be led off the path God intends for us. Let me be clear! I do think He intended to me to marry and have my sons, but He had even more planned for me. I didn’t realize it until I stepped in a ‘hole’ and had to pay attention to what hurt. 

My “hole” didn’t grab my ankle; it grabbed my spirit and my brother. When my last brother (I had 3) died, I was pregnant with boy number 2, my husband had a brain tumor, and I couldn’t find happiness anywhere.  I took a misstep down the dark self-pity road.

God used that misstep to restore a lost gift. I used to write short stories long before the thought of marriage and children became my life goal. Did you see those words? LIFE GOAL? I bet God laughed at a 21-year-old stating her life goal as if it were set in granite. 

One afternoon I offered my friend a few gazillion ideas to help her with the devotions she was writing (I’m helpful like that—not sure she thought so, though!).  She suggested I write devotions for children, so I did, and suddenly , things didn’t seem as dark as I followed another path set in my heart by God. Despite losing my husband a year later to cancer, I persevered and wrote—a lot! I grew stronger, smiled more, and looked at each day with joy. 

I’ve come to look at missteps as “not right now” advice from God. Like Louisa in Mind of Her Own, it wasn’t her time to be a writer. She had to wait until she faced some tough issues in her life before she could travel the other path God set before her. For me and photography, the time is coming. I may never be a professional, but I can learn to look like it by using Lightroom and Photoshop Elements.

Now you might be thinking, so what? I’m not a writer or a photographer—my misstep was much bigger than things I couldn’t control in life. Well, you aren’t alone. Everyone reading this blog has chosen the wrong thing on purpose at some point in their life. It may be as small as choosing to dye your hair red when clearly your personality is blond. Guilty! 

Perhaps it’s so huge it hugs the sides of your throat, keeping you from speaking of it to anyone. God knows about this misstep and He cares. He has something great waiting for you behind that big OH NO! Reach out to Him and let Him help.


So just for fun, what are some of the missteps you’ve taken in your life and what excitement happened because of it? *Caution all material can or may be used in a future book by all writers who read Seekerville posts.

Mind Of Her Own

Who knew making dinner could change your life? Louisa Copeland certainly didn’t. But when the George Foreman grill fell out of the pantry onto her head, resulting in a bump and a mighty case of amnesia, Louisa’s life takes a turn for the unexpected. Who was this Collin fellow, claiming she was his wife? And whose kids are those? Her name couldn’t be Louisa. Why, she was the renowned romance writer Jazz Sweet, not a Midwestern mom of three. Struggling to put the pieces together of the life she’s told she had, Louisa/Jazz may realize that some memories are better left alone.

Read first chapter:  http://www.dianabrandmeyer.com/mind-of-her-own/

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About Diana:

Christian author, Diana Lesire Brandmeyer, writes historical and contemporary romances. Author of Mind of Her Own, A Bride's Dilemma in Friendship, Tennessee and We’re Not Blended-We’re Pureed, A Survivor’s Guide to Blended Families. Once widowed and now remarried she writes with humor and experience on the difficulty of joining two families be it fictional or real life.

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Today Seekerville will be giving away an e-copy of Mind of Her Own to one commenter. Winner announced in the Weekend Edition. (P.S. ask her about gluten-free.)