There is so much that happened in just two days of self introspection surrounded by like-minded creatives. So much that is so hard to put into words. I’m going to try. Bear with me if it gets a little raw and a little broken. It’s going to take a few posts to tell the whole story – I wouldn’t want to throw a novel at you all in one sitting.
Let me start with how I stumbled upon the Make Things Happen movement that begins with a conference.
I’m sure if you’ve been around the blog for a little while, you’ve read mention of our awesome wedding photog a time or two… or three or twelve! She’s amazing, I don’t need to say it again but… well, I just did. My Make Things Happen journey starts with her and the beautiful framed wedding vows print she gave us as a gift on our big day. This print has become a favorite of mine and when I was looking for gifts for some of this summer’s weddings, this is what immediately came to mind. And so I googled it. And Google lead me to the Southern Weddings Shop, which lead me to Lara Casey and the Southern Weddings team. And then something I don’t believe in – coincedence – started to happen. It seemed like every new search, every new blog I stumbled upon, every new pin that I loved, they all lead to someone who would talk about this thing called Make Things Happen which turned out to be lead by Lara Casey. And then I stumbled upon Emily Ley… and then Gina… and then Rhi… and then other people who had already bought their tickets… and then Nancy Ray, who’s work I’ve loved for quite a while, was added to the list of speakers. I just kept ending up back at Make Things Happen.
Remember, I don’t believe in coincedence. I believe in God. I believe that when we label all the little and big and crazy and weird and exciting connections in life as “coincedence” that we’re missing the amazing oportunities to see God’s hand at work in our lives. Coincedence elimates the praise, glory, and thanks we owe Him for taking the time to orchestrate even the most insignificant of details. And I believe that sometimes, He keeps bringing us back to the same place because we didn’t get the hint the first time.
The first time I ended up at the Make Things Happen website I didn’t know whether or not I would be able to graduate in August or if I would have class this fall. So October was out – maybe next year. Then, when I did get word that a seat was available for summer session in that last class I needed, I had to pay for that class. It’s been an expensive year. Now that my calendar was free for October, my finances certainly didn’t feel like they were.
Ever argue with God and not know it? When it happens to me, the tears come. When I think I know better, He breaks me down and humbles me, and brings me to tears. Good tears. Tears that show me that this is where the answers I’ve been begging for in all those prayers can be found. And wouldn’t you know, every time I ended up back at the Make Things Happen website or happened to find another person who had been touched by this conference, the tears wouldn’t stop.
Finally, finally, I knew I had to register, I had to go, I had to find a way. The day I purchased my seat, they announced the conference was full. I don’t know if I bought the last seat but it certainly was one of the last. It was eye opening to realize, once I finally understood that this was something I was supposed to be at, how close I had come to missing out.