The Show and Share is over.
And I’m sitting here in the building, waiting on final pickups, watching the room slowly empty.
It’s interesting, because in the beginning we were in a very simple church. Then for two years, we were at the largest venue in our town. It was beautiful. It looked like a traditional conference — pipe and drape, big screens, sound equipment, a marquee outside with our name on it.
I remember standing outside, looking up at that marquee and thinking, Wow. I can’t even believe this.
And I knew… I knew that coming back to a smaller venue and focusing on a bigger impact in our community was what we needed to do. But I’ll be honest — I was a little concerned about how that would look to people who had watched it grow. We had so many resources before, and now we were downsizing.
But these last 72 hours have been a whirlwind. Because of the weather. Because of changes. Because of pivots and plans and contingency plans.
And I learned so much.
I learned about trusting and having faith.
I learned about being gracious and kind.
I learned about letting go of control.
I learned about people — how much they show up when it really matters.
And now here I am, sitting in this empty room. Just tables and chairs. Where there was once laughter. Children. Families. Books. Conversations. Giggles. Toys. Dreams being shared.
It’s just a room.
And I’ve always said: It’s not the space we’re in. It’s the people that make this event special. And that is the truth.
This room is nothing more than four walls and furniture. But what made it special on Friday — during setup, during conversations, during the chaos and the joy — was the people.
It’s kind of like the difference between a house and a home.
Anybody can have a house.
But it’s the people inside it that make it a home.
And this weekend reminded me:
What we’re building isn’t a conference.
It’s a community.
And community doesn’t need a marquee.
It just needs hearts that are willing to show up.