I was blessed to attend the OYAN 2017 Winter Workshop this year. This Southern girl didn’t freeze to death—though there was a walk I took in the dark where I came pretty close (just kidding). I got to see Nadine again (so cool). Got to see Mr. and Mrs. S. again (can’t forget them) and all in all had a really good time.
The theme was Joy Makers. I was intrigued at the theme, but will admit that at the back of my mind was the thought how did you exactly do a workshop on joy?
I wanted to write a good blog post about all I learned this week, but it’s impossible for two reasons:
- I’m sick.
- There are some things that cannot be put into words.
Here is a summary of what stuck out to me this week:
~ To write even when life happens, even if it’s bad, because that is what brings me joy.
~ God introduces Himself to us through creativity (that thought excited me) and to enter my writing with God.
~ The biggest joy maker is God and He is ALWAYS there. From Him I have a joy of writing and a huge passion for stories.
~ To write even when the writing is bad, because that is my joy maker. When you think your writing isn’t good enough, you lose your passion and love for it—the joy of writing is sucked right out of writing.
Psalm 37:8 (ESV) 8 Refrain from anger, and forsake wrath! Fret not yourself; it tends only to evil.
~ My passion for writing should not become a burden—that doesn’t come from God. My writing is something God gave me and the more I enjoy it—the more I find God and get closer to Him.
Philippians 1:6 (ESV) 6 And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.
~ God began a work in me, ideas that no one else will have. Out of all the billions of people on this earth, these ideas are in me. And not only will He bring it to completion, but He calls it good.
~ This workshop was wonderful in so many ways. I became closer to God, closer to friends made in the summer and even made some new friends. This post seems so lame compared to all I learned this week and I wish I could beam it all to you, but that only happens in Star Trek.
Have some pictures.
I think one of my favorite things about the Winter Workshop is the tradition of putting notes into people’s stockings. I was overwhelmed by the notes I received and made me so happy.
The stockings also had goodies in them.
There is some movie (and I can’t think of the title) where someone says, “razor sharp rocks and death at every turn?”
That is what goes through my mind in Missouri. This is not normal where I live.
I don’t remember the name of this or where it was taken, but it’s pretty.
Our van’s engine protested and groaned at the cold.