I Gave Praise...

My neighbor called me today, which I immediately found odd, because we usually just have casual conversation. This time was different, because little did I know, a new journey was about to start for me. The UPS driver delivered my package to her house, so as we stood at my front door exchanging niceties, I began to wonder what did I order.

Still hungry for Smokey Mo's barbecue, that I had just put on my plate, I bid her adieu and looked at the envelope. Could it be that only after 3 weeks, the Christian publisher I was interested in was also interested in me? Ripping the envelope open yielded the words I longed to see, "We are so thrilled to have the opportunity to issue you a formal offer for your children's book." I yelled, I screamed, I ran up the stairs to find Trent, my husband.

Slightly uneasy and prepared to run down stairs to find the source of the primal scream he looked at me as if to say what. As he read over the cover letter for the contract for what seemed like hours, I paced, and cried, and I gave praise to God. He does give us the desires of our hearts.

I ask that you follow me on this journey, through the process of publication for my first faith based children's book, "Micah's Baby Brother."