Tuesday, May 24, 2011

First Draft Almost Complete!

I've gotten through the toughest part of writing. I've had my amazing editor review the work and now we're down to the next review/edits/etc. No matter what happens, I may just get these feelings, the truth on paper. Maybe one day it will be able to make a difference for even one person. Who can ask for more than that? It's a great possibility. It's a great start!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Another step closer...

Things happen for a reason. Well, that's what they say. Does anyone know who 'they' are? Sometimes my regular life seems enough to handle. And stepping backward to try to find some way to gather the pieces of my so-called 'real life' is a crazy mess of another kind. Whoa! You think you understand what you're up against. Then you find another strange 'I had no idea' and you have to take another step back and take another side road that you somehow missed during your travels to 'the answers.'

To be fair, I know that 'the answer' is God. He has always been my answer. He has seen me through extraordinary tragedies and blessed me to make ends meet. I guess it's hardest of all to admit just how challenging things have been financially for me.

Don't get me wrong. I didn't think things would be handed to me on a silver or any type of platter. But how in the world did life get so off track? How was I supposed to rub a frying pan and a thistle to make sparks for a fire to help warm my spirits to make it yet another day?

I couldn't. I didn't. God did. He still does. I have so many examples that it is absolutely unreal. And even as I type this, I am looking at another 'I have no idea how I'm going to get through January' crisis in front of me.

I have gotten scared and I still do. Yes. This happens even with my faith in God. I get weak even knowing how He will make things change from insane to sane. If you want to know what happens, send me a message. I'll send you a private note to tell you just what happens.

So, here I am in another moment that has nothing I can see in front of me and nowhere I can go behind me. Who was Merriman Smith? I mean who was he behind closed doors in his own home? That's just one of the many mysteries I'm working on as I put another group of sentences together toward my book.

Please pray and let me hear from you.