I flew across the country and walked into a big old hotel to attend a conference where I didn’t know a soul. I came into large rooms filled with people, no one to look for, no one to wave me over to their table. Just me, and a whole bunch of strangers, and God. Always God.
I’m not going to lie: I had some anxious moments. I had to give myself some pep talks. I had to pray.
And, in the end, when I walked away from that place in the early morning hours to catch a flight home again, I knew that God had sustained and blessed. God’s providence, in the form of beautiful new friendships, shared struggles, stories that brought tears, and laughing at the strangest things when everyone is just a little too tired.
In short, it was wonderful.
My children and I survived the separation, and I think we all learned to trust God just a little bit more. I wonder if He ever tires of proving to me that He is always near.
I’m so glad I went. And, I’m even more glad to be back home again. He is good no matter where I go.