I live among the beautiful Appalachian Mountains. Awaking to their majesty each morning never grows old.
One thing I’ve learned after years of climbing the hallowed peaks is that you have to be careful on your decent. You have to be sure of your footing. Dangers await those who, after glorying at the pinnacle, don’t choose a wise path downward.
I’ve been on a mountaintop of sorts…a writer’s conference…Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writers' Conference. Writers gather there each year to hone their craft, pitch to editors, and find agents and fellowship with like-minded folks. Writing, because of its nature, can be a solitary endeavor. The conference affords time of fellowship with those who share our love and fascination of words. We gather on the mountain and eat meals while discussing writing between bites, we relax in the hotel lobbies while sharing our newest projects and we walk to classes with others, talking about what we hope to glean from the next presenter. We come out of our writing dens and share our passion for the written word.
The last night of the conference we gather at an awards banquet to recognize achievement in different genres. We accept awards amidst cheers and camera flashes, capturing the joy of our hard work touching the hearts and souls of others.
Then we pack our suitcases and computer bags.
We say goodbye to friends and instructors and head home…down the mountain.
The wise ones will chart a path…remembering where the snags are, where the pits are and remembering the One we will write about on flat ground.
The wise ones won’t envy those who acquired their dream agent, who delivered the perfect pitch to an acquisitions agent, or who won the award we imagined bore our name.
The wise ones will give thanks for the invaluable instruction, for the connections made, for the worship shared and for the experience that was...the mountain.