South Carolina called last week. It showed up on my caller ID. I missed the call because I was talking to Nebraska. Yep. I identify people by the states they live in. I don’t know anyone in North Dakota yet, so give me a call if you live there. 🙂
I knew who it was before I even listened to the voicemail. It was the person I had literally just blogged about that very morning. Logan Wolfram. Logan wrote words in January 2013 that tied me to my birth country of Bangladesh. She blogged about her trip with Food for the Hungry and my longings to love the people of Bangladesh multiplied. But now. Now she is in the States. She is at the helm of a wonderful conference called Allume. Allume is a conference for the blogger, the storyteller, and the writer who is trying to actively live in the light of Christ while bringing words to those around them. Words, art, life, love. Logan has a beautiful vision for the conference of encouraging, equipping, empowering and releasing those who attend. The sponsors are fabulous. The speakers are extremely solid. The attendees are excited. Allume takes place in South Carolina. And she called.
But I was talking to Nebraska. Deidra Riggs lives in Nebraska. Remember Nebraska? It rippled some Bangladeshi courage. Didn’t read that? That’s fine, feel free to now, click HERE. Deidra and I were talking a bit about Allume, a bit about Logan, and an overwhelming amount about me. The me that has been awakened by people like David Kinnaman and Holley Gerth. The me that feels like this dreaming and hoping is risky business. The me that blogs on Tuesdays for Holley and needs to address the topics of risk and being misunderstood today for her God-sized Dreamers team assignment.
Risk and being misunderstood is really an ocean of an idea to write about.
So I reflected. And my phone call from South Carolina keep permeating my thoughts.
See, by some accounts, here is my track record lately.
Seems like a dream come true. And you know what?
South Carolina called to offer me a production management position on their leadership staff. I now get to work at one of the premier Christian blogging conferences in the nation. It’s a big conference. The sponsors, speakers, leadership staff, and attendees work tirelessly in the wrestle and worship of life. I admire all of them in one way or another.
But here is the account people don’t see.
Connections not made.
Chances not given. (And household slacking…)
I am not saying there is a bad side to every good side. I am not stating a formula that for every yes there is a slew of nos. I can’t make sweeping statements like that, even if they hold a little truth.
What I can say is this.
Life is risky.
Fear is always present.
Boldness and courage to be the hope chaser I claim to be means I am often misunderstood (missed that one too? Still fine! Read it HERE) .
But, when South Carolina calls and Allume is on the phone line … I say YES.
Risky business? You bet! Acclimating to the larger venue, working for a new boss, communicating effectively with all those gearing up for Allume, learning to balance our family life, remaining faithful to other writing projects, finding time to practice my speaking skills, trying to increase my running mileage, it all may be near the edge of the cliff walking for a bit.
But here’s the deal, I will walk and with an AMAZING man by my side, travel this road. When it is time to jump in October, you better believe I am going to do it with a smile on my face and an exclamation of joy in my soul. I was created for a reason. Part of this reason is to be to others what their needs necessitate that my strengths can meet.
I don’t know who your South Carolina is and who is on the other line, but know, for all that you endure and for that which you enjoy, I am cheering for you and I hope you answer the call.
Thanks for cheering for me as I answered this one, check it out —> ALLUME 2013
Team members from Holley’s book launch group (You Were Made for a God-sized Dream) share stories of where their risk lies and who misunderstands them over at her site today.
(I didn’t write about a running analogy for Holley’s like I thought I was going to, since running has risks and those who run can easily be misunderstood. South Carolina became the tune of my heart this week. But I still want to link to a friend of mine who is the Race Director for the Grand Rapids Marathon in Michigan. Read what you wish, but note his personal article at the very bottom which talks about keeping the music going. If you have been following this blog, you know that music has been a theme in the death of my colleague to Lisa-Jo’s 5 minute Friday post. Read Don Kern’s words HERE)