Psst…you can see my talk here.
I threw out my talk for Killer Tribes…the night before I was to give it.
I was at the speaker/attendee meet-up, and one of my friends, Annie, said, “we just want to hear your story.” I pondered her comment. And then I went outside and asked some people what they thought of marketing and they were all, “we love it!”. So, hmmm. Plan B.
Of which there was none, a plan B, that is.
I went back to the hotel, got settled in around 10pm, and was exhausted. I couldn’t think straight, but I knew I needed to toss my talk. I set my alarm for 5:30am, and went to bed praying, “please give me some clarity of what to say, and please give me a closing story.”
5:30am came quickly, and I headed downstairs to the lobby for a comb (I had forgot to pack something to brush my hair with!). I went to the fitness room and walked on the treadmill awhile and just started practicing what to say. God did give me clarity, and He brought to mind a closing story. I finished my mini-workout, grabbed some breakfast, and headed back to my room to iron my shirt and scribble down some notes on the Hampton Inn notepad. I practiced again. Then it was time to get ready and go. I made it to the church where the conference was being held by 7:15am (registration was at 7:45am). I met the coffee folks from Eurasia cafe; they were great and I loved taking in the delicious coffee aromas, without having any. I checked out the stage, and got myself familiar with the surroundings. I got to meet Mark Hughes (he was another early bird), and then I spent time getting to know the attendees as they were showing up. I am so glad I got there early – I was able to get my bearings and meet people, and apparently, meeting people helps me not to be as nervous (I’m tucking this gem in for the future).
The conference begins, the morning goes fast, and before too long, Tyler is introducing me. Here we go.
I start speaking…and the words come out well…and I’m barely nervous at all! You have to understand, I’m the girl that sweats and gets nervous before doing a scripture reading at church. But there I was, about to wing it (for the most part-I did have some clarity about what I wanted to communicate), and I felt great. I knew had something for the audience, and I felt confident. Craziness.
I spoke for about 24 minutes, and when I was done, I felt exhilarated. I couldn’t believe it went so well. And here is where I say, thank you.
I know that many of you were praying for me (I received your emails, DM’s, and Facebook messages). Thank you. Seriously, thank you! I believe that your prayers carried me.
But the craziest part of all is that God allowed me to speak a message I believe He wanted me to speak. Because my talk turned into something I didn’t plan. By the end, I was encouraging people to make their platform matter with words that matter, and for such a time as this, what are we going to do with what we’ve got? The Holy Spirit just filled me up, and so it went.
All by faith.
By faith I tossed the talk. By faith I prayed for clarity and a story, and He gave me both. And by faith, I spoke, and I loved it, and I believe a good message went out to the attendees.
I wanted to share this story because it’s a God-story. When I wasn’t, He was. He filled the gap. He was my help, and He directed my steps.
“The mind of man plans his way, But the LORD directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9
Do you have a story where you had to let go and lean into faith and God made the way? I’d love to hear it.
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