
Critique
Founded in 1997, Word Weavers International is dedicated to providing a forum for Christian writers to critique one another's work in a face-to-face format, whether in a traditional chapter or in Word Weavers' unique online "pages," so as to improve craft. Writers of all levels are welcome.

Events
Each October, Word Weavers International holds an annual event, Florida Christian Writers Conference, for writers at every level. FCWC is held at Lake Yale Baptist Conference Center, which is nestled in the splendor and majesty of a large cluster of live oaks and a wide sparkling lake to bring not only writing instruction but spiritual refreshing. Word Weavers provides scholarships to members and nonmembers alike.

Community
By holding monthly meetings, providing constant contact through news blasts and our newsletter, and by use of social media means, Word Weavers offers its writers a sense of community. Word Weavers is highly recognized within our industry, its members respected for their professionalism and work.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die…
(Eccl. 3:1-2a (NIV)
Hello, God!
So good to see You
In the colors all around—
Foliage decked in fall’s most brilliant finery.
Late blooming flowers, bedazzled in oranges, golds, and greens.
And the sunset, earth’s daytime orb slipping behind scenery marked with seasonal jewels—
Harvest bales,
Gourds and pumpkins in their patch,
Evergreens with limbs held in worship.
How good You are, Father.
Thank You, thank You, for autumn!
Hello, God!
So good to hear You
In the sounds which surround us—
The crunch, crunch of crisp leaves scattered on the ground.
The call of Canada geese flying southward,
Holding one another accountable.
And the melody of songbirds who stay, waiting for winter’s turn—
Their lyric simple,
Preparing a pageant
To welcome a Babe.
How precious You are, Jesus.
Thank You, thank You, for autumn.
Hello, God!
So good to feel you
In sensations which envelope us—
The hug from that favorite homemade sweater.
The warmth of spiced latte held between hands.
The heat from fire crackling before us—
Burning ‘til only embers
Flicker life, then gone,
And death.
How sweet You are, Holy Spirit.
Thank you, thank You, for autumn—
Which soon becomes winter,
Then awakens to spring,
And will again arise summer—
As time and seasons turn.
Amen.
Heavenly Father, thank You for autumn—truly a time to see You, hear You, feel You. Indeed, You’re all around, evident in the created world. Please use this season—use each season—to prepare us for all the future holds. Our times are in Your hands. So be it.
Bio—Maureen Miller (Word Weavers Maggie Valley) is an award-winning author who writes for her local newspaper, has contributed to numerous collaboratives, and is a featured blogger for several online devotional websites. She loves life in all its forms, enjoying it with her husband of 34 years on Selah Farm, their hobby homestead in western North Carolina. She blogs at www.penningpansies.com, sharing God’s extraordinary character in the ordinary things of life, and she’s finishing her first novel.