I spent the past weekend at the Emergence Christianity conference in Memphis. The entire weekend was amazing for so many different reasons. These are just a few of the blessings I came home with.
At God’s creation and Creation’s creation. Art and music and ideas and architecture. At getting to be a part of something new and meaningful and diverse. That living in the questions can be so much more assuring than one would think.
Of deep gratitude. Of thankfulness for all the ways our stories intersect. Of humility that I get to share my story through the book. Of joy that I had two good feet (albeit slow) to walk on.
Over broken bread, and pie and spilled wine and lattes.
Where I met amazing people. Where we sat and talked, and laughed and shared stories, and found community. Where I was encouraged by a wise and jubilant friend and mentor.
Long soaks in deep tubs. Languid meals, courses brought out slowly. Listening. Sitting. Watching. Falling asleep to the sound of a train in the distance.
There are many stories. There are many needs. They journey is the same and it is different. It is okay to have a plan. It is okay to chunk it out the window. It is okay to stop and get your bearings from time to time. To find the one still point.
These are just a few of the blessings from my weekend away.