A month or so before The Yellow Conference, I started to have doubts about going (again). The newness of buying my ticket had worn off and I realized that it was going to fall during the first week of classes. Plus, I stress myself out with worry over making it to the gate on time. And I would be going to California by myself.

But I joined the Facebook page for attendees and God used it to reassure me of His plan for me to go. As I got to know some of the ladies, I realized that many of them posted about working in ministry or wrote about grace and blessings. In spite of the fact that The Yellow Conference wasn't advertised as a "Christian" conference, I realized that God would be with us.

That boosted my confidence about going for a while, but then about a week or two before the conference, I really dug in my heels. (Seriously, I didn't even ask my friend for a ride to the airport until a few days before I left.)

Sunday rolled around and I overslept and missed Sunday morning life group. On Sunday night, I started to worry about everything I still had to do but felt like I had no time for (i.e. packing). On Monday, two of my clients called to reschedule and I suddenly had a whole afternoon to pack and make arrangements.

I told my friend that I'd been feeling like God had worked out everything for me to go, but I still didn't want to go. She said that she wished I had been in Sunday morning life group because the lesson (the final chapter of Priscilla Shirer's "Discerning the Voice of God") was on obedience.

When you hear God speak and you know it's Him, just obey.

Hearing that gave me such peace that whatever resistance I'd been feeling before then disappeared.

So I hopped on a plane and headed off to California.

yellow conference

A couple of months ago, I was searching for a Christian women's conference to attend. I've been feeling passionate about a couple of different things, but I lack direction. I know my starting point and sort of my ending point, but everything in between is a giant question mark. I hoped that a conference would help direct me to some answers. For the most part, they were either out of my price range or scheduled at an inopportune time.

And then Hannah Brencher posted about a conference for women who want to change the world. Women who have passions and aren't quite sure what to do with them. I immediately checked out Yellow Conference and felt excitement bubbling in my chest.

But also doubt.

Should I really be spending money to attend a conference that isn't Christ-centered? I should probably put that money toward Influence or Hope Spoken or something like that. On the other hand, perhaps I'm meant to go to Yellow Conference, anyway. After all, Christ didn't call us to lead insular lives surrounded by believers.

I battled with signing up for several weeks.

And then I realized that the conference is in El Segundo, which happens to be close to Hermosa and Redondo beaches. I'd been thinking about those beaches a lot, lately. I've really been wanting to go back to relax. Plus, the conference falls in between semesters. It could celebrate surviving Internship I and refresh myself before heading into my last semester (God willing). And then one of my friends prayed for me to attend Yellow Conference. And then God really blessed Alan and me--I'll share that story another time, but one of the results was a travel voucher for an airline, which Alan immediately said would go toward my flight for the conference.

And that's how I came to be the proud owner of one ticket to Yellow Conference.