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Excited. Elated. Grateful. Nervous. An array of emotions swirls inside me… I have some exciting news to share….I am going to be attending my very first writer’s conference!


That’s right. My first. In June. I will make the 1,045 mile trek to Grand Rapids, Michigan to attend the Speak Up Conference. I can’t wait to soak up some wisdom from experts in the writing and marketing field and make some new friends.


As excited as I am to attend, I am even more excited that I received one of the Cecil Murphey Scholarships to attend! God bless those responsible for this! What a blessing for this girl! I have been praying to be able to attend a writing conference for over a year, and God answered my prayer. Without a scholarship, attending this year would not have been a possibility, so praise goes to the One who provides for us! Woo Hoo!


I wanted to pack my suitcase as soon as I read the congratulations-you-won-a-scholarship email.  I acted mature and refrained from doing so, but only because life has become a whirlwind around the homestead lately and I was afraid my suitcase might get lost in the chaos. More on that later. As chaos ensues around me, my heart is on cloud nine anticipating the arrival of June.


 


 


 

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