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Starting anew


shortly after the Barn Event came the 31 days challenge and i’ve been immersed in the concept of prayer.

today there has been some churning within.  i turn on Pandora and Christa’s Frame the Clouds is first.  because of course it is.

and so i’m taken back to that Barn and all the tending of my soul that was done there.  i’m being led to a new place of trust with my Guide-always a new place of trust.

Christa takes the depths of my being and crafts words and music around it and the result is this; have a listen.


that’s all this space is really, simply my attempt to “frame the clouds”

Let the words of my mouth
and the meditation of my heart
be acceptable in Your sight,
O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.
Psalm 19:14

Composition|reflections from my time at The Writer’s Barn

i arrive earlier than i’d like to; my preference when attending something alone is to arrive not early, not late, but in the middle.  i don’t like having all the seat options to choose from-i am aware of the way picking a seat has the potential to paralyze me because i’m feeling a bit unsure of myself.  but i was told i could leave my insecurities behind and i remind myself of this as i sit down and breathe a prayer to the One who is in charge of Providential connections.

 i Release it

i sit there, a recipient of Myquillyn’s art.  personally i lack the skill and know nothing about the composition of a room.  but she does.  and her art creates a framework for what is becoming within my soul.

 i Receive it

the time together begins and Traci keeps us on schedule and informed about the important details.  personally i lack the skill and know nothing about the composition of the details surrounding an event.  and her art builds on that framework for what is becoming within my soul.

 i Rest secure in it

Emily Freeman and Christa Wells spend the beginning hours taking us through the craft of writing.  Principles and truths that i will chew on and apply for years to come i am sure. i am paying attention.  We are given a break for dinner and then we return for an evening of story and song.  i can’t even.  These hearts that are traversing the very land of writing-they are so generous in their sharing.

i Take it all in

this is the very thing i need.  i know nothing about the composition of notes that make up a song.  i do know there is a deep place within my soul where things are becoming.  and music-especially the piano-have always been a most effective way for that becoming to transpire.   i am learning about the composition of words, but before this event i didn’t fully understand the composition that makes up a writer.  the frustrations and tendencies and nuances of “doing homework for a living” as Emily so aptly put it.  These two beautiful women have placed their brushstrokes within the framework for what is becoming within my soul.

i am changed by it

Composition is the “State or quality of being put together, The art or practice of so combining the parts of a work of art as to produce a harmonious whole.”*  The Master Artist brought together each and every part necessary; all that i’ve mentioned above combined with the people i met, the hands that prepared the snacks, the families behind it all; He has so combined all the parts that became this Writer’s Barn….and produced a harmonious whole to be sure.

He created a Masterpiece

and i delighted in it.

(As you can see there are no pictures with this post.  i just couldn’t take any and i’m not completely sure why.  But you can go here and here to see some.)


(I will be joining the 31 days writing challenge hosted by The Nester.  unless something else comes to me before tomorrow prayer will be my topic.)

*Webster’s 1946 edition

heading back to N. Carolina to spend time in a Barn

Last year i went to N. Carolina to attend an afternoon At The Barn

as a family we’d been impacted by a fire in 2011, another one in 2012, living in town 5 of us crammed into a 2 bedroom 800 sq ft house, and many battles for hope.

personally, i’d turned 40 and found myself walking blindly through a fog of decisions that included leaving a ministry i’d been a part of for 15 years, clueless as to where the Lord was taking my heart and my life but following step by step and clinging to Isaiah 42:16 and 50:10-11

in the middle of a flood, i pressed the button to reserve my ticket for The Barn Event.

on the plane i finished up the last chapters of Emily’s book; A Million Little Ways, and waited in anticipation for all that the Lord would do during this much needed weekend away. then there were no words for all that transpired between the airport and the actual event.  but i carved out a few anyway-The Lord, my Shepherd .

worn and weary i headed out on the road towards somewhere, NC and that glorious Barn.

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and i began to breathe 


And for an afternoon i was refreshed, inspired, seen.  and i was so very glad i went.  

and i learned a thing or two about rest.  that rest not a place, rest is a Person.  yes He can use a place to draw me into deeper rest in Him-What Emily said about hope applies here too.  sometimes rest finds you on the Beach, while other times you have to dig for it among the bugs.


lately i’ve been growing in taking my writing more seriously.  by that i mean, actually telling people; “i’m writing”  i tried it out the other day at the vet’s when i got to see our actual vet whom i’ve known for years but rarely get.  the question came; “how have you been, what have you been doing?” and i updated him about the ages of my kids and then i said; “i’ve been writing.”  the vet was a safe place to try it out, it’s less risky because the odds of him actually asking to read anything is very slim.  

but the saying it out loud to someone else means i am giving it value.   


home alone, i was on Emily’s blog the other day and i saw the link to another barn event.  this time specifically for writers.  my heart skipped a beat and i payed attention.  i allowed myself to go there.  that meant clicking the link to the event and checking out the details.  then  looking around online at flights and hotels and what would it cost?  then seeing the cost and knowing it was not doable and sitting back in my chair and grieving.  then getting out the map and seeing what’s nearby. and then checking flights to nearby places.

it is cheap to fly to Atlanta.  i tuck the knowledge away

jeremy and the kids come home and there is all the telling about their time and i listen and we go about life.  amidst all the noise and moving about together, i mention it. softly and timidly, i mention it.  “there is another barn event, this time focused on writing.  it’s in Midland, 4 hours from Atlanta.”  

and he listens.

and sits down and pulls out his phone (because, the calendar).  this summer things shifted for him at work and he’s been traveling every month. to Atlanta.

“when is it?”
“i think that’s when my next Atlanta trip is…..yep it is.”
“i think you should do it. go ahead and buy the ticket and then we will work out all the details.”

i hesitate a bit.  then move toward the idea.  we talk about taking a weekend away together.  he mentions the places he’s been that we can now see together.  he doesn’t mind me spending part of our time at a writing event.  even though he’ll be dropping me off 4 hours from our hotel?  he says he’ll be fine finding something to do.  i’ll return home on Monday, and he’ll stay behind for work.

i buy the ticket. 

This time, i’m not necessarily going for rest (tho i’ll take it whenever it comes!)

no, this time, i’m going to Atlanta for the romance. 

and to the Barn Event?  i’m going for my heart. 

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