by Julie Lavender @JLavenderWritesMy daughter helped three-year-old Benaiah call me two weeks ago while I was attending the Florida Christian Writers Conference. It just so happened that my phone rang during a fifteen minute break, just before a keynote session. I stood outside the chapel and chatted with my grandson on FaceTime.
My observant grandbaby didn’t recognize my surroundings and asked, “What are you doing, Grandmommy?”
I couldn’t think how to explain a writers conference to Benaiah. How do I tell a three-year-old that my retreat with other Christian writers refreshes me spiritually? Revives me emotionally. Invigorates me mentally. Awakens my muses. Renew old friendships and initiates new ones. Teaches me about this craft that I love. And soothes my weary soul.
