Matthew 11:28-30 Dear God, Thank you so much that we can come to you for help and rest. Help us to learn from you so that all we do is for you. Thank you for helping us with our burdens and that you ask so little in return. In you we can truly find rest in the midst of troubles and worries. Amen マタイによる福音書11章28-30節 親愛なる神よ、 私たちがあなたに助けを求め、休むことができることを心から感謝します。私たちのすることがすべてあなたのためになるように、あなたから学ぶことができるようにしてください。私たちの重荷を助けてくださりありがとうございます。あなたのおかげで、私たちは悩みや心配の中にあっても、心から安らぎを見出すことができるのです。 アーメン
Captain's Log, Stardate 07.13.2007
My plane was leaving Atlanta at 4:45 pm, so I had a few hours to kill before heading over to the airport. I went and took some pictures of the ICRS floor:
Here’s the Zondervan booth:
On your way down to the conference floor, you have to use four elevators going down to the exhibit hall level. Zondervan made a huge banner for the 2nd elevator, and guess who’s on it with her name even bigger than Karen Kingsbury???
Um, yeah … I kind of took a lot of pictures of MY NAME BIGGER THAN THE SIZE OF MY CAR!!!
Update: My husband mentioned that the above might seem like crowing or bragging. I hope it didn't come across that way. I was just awed and excited at what Zondervan has been doing for me, a mere debut author. I feel very blessed in the publisher God has given to me.
I chatted a bit with Kay Marshall Strom, who is just the nicest person. I also saw Rachelle Gardner (my macro editor), her friend Vicki Caruana, and Jenn Doucette. We had a lively conversation about what to give and NOT to give your children’s teachers for Christmas.
For all you parents, mugs and figurines are OUT. Staples, OfficeMax, Barnes and Noble, Borders gift certificates. Staplers since they have a tendency to grow legs and walk away. Same with three-hole punchers.
I happened to meet up with Ane Mulligan and my new friend Nora St. Laurent, and we had the funnest lunch in the convention center. On the way out, we met up with Andy Meisenheimer (my Z editor who’s not my editor) and chatted with him about drooling mastiffs.
I rode to the airport in the Atlanta Link shuttle and chatted with a couple bookstore owners from Oklahoma. One is a nonfiction writer, and I offered to ask around to find nonfiction Christian writers’ groups that she might want to join.
While waiting in the airport at the gate, I saw the same college guy who had sat next to me on the plane from San Jose. We spent the time waiting talking to each other. His name is Jeremy and he’s just the nicest kid. I want to adopt him. We talked about volleyball more, and knowing God’s will for what you should do.
It was an uneventful flight (thank goodness) and Captain Caffeine met me in baggage claim. My bags were out rather quickly, too!
When I came home, Snickers’ butt was wiggling at 200 wiggles per hour and she wanted to lick every square inch of me—very gratifying to be welcomed home this way. Yesterday, she stuck close by me all day as if she were afraid I was going to leave again.
Guess I shouldn’t tell her about the Oregon Christian Writers Conference at the end of the month, eh?
My plane was leaving Atlanta at 4:45 pm, so I had a few hours to kill before heading over to the airport. I went and took some pictures of the ICRS floor:
Here’s the Zondervan booth:
On your way down to the conference floor, you have to use four elevators going down to the exhibit hall level. Zondervan made a huge banner for the 2nd elevator, and guess who’s on it with her name even bigger than Karen Kingsbury???
Um, yeah … I kind of took a lot of pictures of MY NAME BIGGER THAN THE SIZE OF MY CAR!!!
Update: My husband mentioned that the above might seem like crowing or bragging. I hope it didn't come across that way. I was just awed and excited at what Zondervan has been doing for me, a mere debut author. I feel very blessed in the publisher God has given to me.
I chatted a bit with Kay Marshall Strom, who is just the nicest person. I also saw Rachelle Gardner (my macro editor), her friend Vicki Caruana, and Jenn Doucette. We had a lively conversation about what to give and NOT to give your children’s teachers for Christmas.
For all you parents, mugs and figurines are OUT. Staples, OfficeMax, Barnes and Noble, Borders gift certificates. Staplers since they have a tendency to grow legs and walk away. Same with three-hole punchers.
I happened to meet up with Ane Mulligan and my new friend Nora St. Laurent, and we had the funnest lunch in the convention center. On the way out, we met up with Andy Meisenheimer (my Z editor who’s not my editor) and chatted with him about drooling mastiffs.
I rode to the airport in the Atlanta Link shuttle and chatted with a couple bookstore owners from Oklahoma. One is a nonfiction writer, and I offered to ask around to find nonfiction Christian writers’ groups that she might want to join.
While waiting in the airport at the gate, I saw the same college guy who had sat next to me on the plane from San Jose. We spent the time waiting talking to each other. His name is Jeremy and he’s just the nicest kid. I want to adopt him. We talked about volleyball more, and knowing God’s will for what you should do.
It was an uneventful flight (thank goodness) and Captain Caffeine met me in baggage claim. My bags were out rather quickly, too!
When I came home, Snickers’ butt was wiggling at 200 wiggles per hour and she wanted to lick every square inch of me—very gratifying to be welcomed home this way. Yesterday, she stuck close by me all day as if she were afraid I was going to leave again.
Guess I shouldn’t tell her about the Oregon Christian Writers Conference at the end of the month, eh?
Comments
As for gifts for a teacher--I've tried something twice and gotten great results both times.
I bought my son's kindergarten teacher a wheelchair for her birthday. Well...it wasn't exactly for her. I ordered a $13 (or so) wheelchair through World Vision in her name to be given to a handicapped person in a third-world country. Turns out her inspiration for going into teaching was being an aide for a disabled student--who received her first good wheelchair during their time together. I had no idea, but God did. Brought her to tears.
Next, since that went so well, we ordered drought-resistant, quick-growing seeds. Sent by World Vision to Africa under my daughter's teacher's name. The teacher's daughter is of African descent...really meant a lot to her though I didn't even think of that connection when I picked it.
Whew...sorry for the long-winded post. Hope I didn't bore you. :-)
Girl, you can WORK a conference! I think I would just wander around aimlessly, too shy to meet all of the authors you met and featured. I always think I'm interrupting something very important by "inserting" myself into "famous author" groups, LOL! At ACFW in September, I'd love to get some pointers from you.
You looked fantastic in your various outfits. And I'm so there with you on the room of one's own. Roomies are fun, but so is a bit of privacy during such a whirlwind week.
See you in Dallas!
Trish
We did have fun at lunch, didn't we? Poor Andy - I'll be remembered forever as the chick with the drooling mastiff. LOL
See you in Dallas!
As for gifts for teachers, my parents have been Christian school teachers which translates poor pay! So yeah, the 300th Christmas ornament is nice, but, really . . .
Things like restaurant gift cards (just make sure it's big enough so they don't have to add more to eat out there!), Target gift cards, American Express gift cards (my mom gets a couple of those each year and loves them because she can buy new clothes she needs or things they need around the house). Any way to increase their income is great!
I'm with Donna--bring Snickers with you. She can be our conference mascot.
Thanks for the report.
That picture with you standing beside that row of your books is just too sweet.
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Nowhere but up, darlin'.