The Prayer of Jabez

This entry is part 1 of the series Sandy Cove 2003

CHRISTMAS DAY, 2002 I knew this would be a special day. For the first time ever we would sit down for Christmas Dinner with our enlarged family. Our daughter Debbie with her husband and their two children were on furlough from Venezuela. Our two sons, Stephen and David, had flown from Johannesburg with their wives and brought my mother. We would all be together for the day. read more

Off to the U.S.A.

This entry is part 2 of the series Sandy Cove 2003

THURSDAY OCTOBER 2nd, 2003 D-Day! The day finally arrived. After an incredible assortment of miracles, big and small, I was on my way to the Sandy Cove Christian Writers’ Conference at Chesapeake Bay, Maryland, in the United States of America.  read more

On American Soil

This entry is part 3 of the series Sandy Cove 2003

LATER : On arrival at Dulles Airport, Washington D.C., Krieshka, the Finnish lass, stayed to help me. I had no problem with Immigration, and smiled in appreciation at the official who announced, “Welcome to America, Mrs. Corder. Enjoy your stay.”

I knew that CynD and Jim Smith would be waiting for me in the arrivals hall. They were looking for a woman on her own, dressed in navy and green. Krieshka and I walked out together, and I was dressed completely in navy. read more

The Long-Anticipated Conference

This entry is part 4 of the series Sandy Cove 2003

SUNDAY 5th. OCTOBER: I’m really here! Geni and I entered the beautiful set of conference buildings and were greeted by Jim Watkins, conference co-ordinator. As soon as he heard my name, he smiled and said, “We would like to interview you on stage this evening about your writing experiences in South Africa.”

This seemed crazy. I had come all this way to have experiences, not to share them. Most of my writing experiences have been through the Internet. read more

The 24-hour Retreat

This entry is part 5 of the series Sandy Cove 2003

WEDNESDAY 8th continues:

The Sandy Cove delegates who remained for the 24-hour retreat signed up for the writing track of their choosing. The options were Beginner, Fiction, or Non-fiction. I headed for Non-fiction, because I had attended the Non-fiction continuing class. However I had only been there for minutes when I realised I was in the wrong place. read more