Well, sweet friends, my blistered covered toes are buried in Carolina beach sand today. It feels good to be on this side of She Speaks and with my family.
Did I come away with a book contract?
No way. I didn’t even get my book proposal into the hands of one publisher, agent, or Indian chief.
Are you discouraged?
On Friday night, I just wanted to go fetal, or catch the next flight to Raleigh. Saturday was a different story. I pitched my premise, shared my story, and traded business cards with about a zillion women. I connected with an agent, who connected me with an author, who wants to connect me with another author. We’ll see where that goes.
I don’t know yet. I have a boatload of ideas, but this week is about praying and processing with my husband, and enjoying the beach with my family.
Here’s what I do know,
The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me;
your steadfast love, O LORD, endures forever.
So this week…
no more blogging,
no tossing out $1.89 for a soft drink so I can take up a table for hours at Panera,
no researching book proposal guidelines, and
no stalking the UPS man praying that my business cards will arrive.
I’m just burying my toes in the sand, building castles with my kids, babying my husband who now has my sinus infection, and being fed by my Mom. I’m hoping for some real barbecue, some local shrimp, and some Silver Queen corn. I’ll spend time on the beach chatting it up with my sis while our husbands and the kids fly kites and skim board.
And, in the midst of all this beauty, all this blessing, Bill and I will be praying and processing, confident that God is real, he is loving, and he has purposes he promises to fulfill … for my life and for yours.