GUYS.

For weeks, I had planned in my mind what I thought this blog would look like when I finally hit the launch button. I had profile shots I wanted to upload and the perfect prose to dress the screen. (Sometimes we can want something to be so perfect we procrastinate until it’s too late…don’t even try to hide or deny it. I know I’m not the only one.)

This first post was supposed to tell a compelling introduction that would probably make myself and my life sound far more interesting than who I really am. But something else happened.

Isn’t that just like the Lord.

It’s Thanksgiving. And before I lay into the long list of things that have changed from this year to last (as if I use each Thanksgiving as some measuring stick to determine my success or lack of it), I have to share with you the number one thing that has brought me incredible joy and thankfulness most recently.

Three weeks ago, I sent off a piece I’d written for the lovely literary magazine Calla Press. Unlike most things I write (especially if I know I’m submitting it somewhere to be printed), this piece seemed to flow from me. Not that that hasn’t happened before. But something about this one seemed to pour just easier…kind of like when emotions are so pent up and bubbling and after a while they have no where else to go but up and out. 

Anyway.

I learned earlier this week they HAD accepted it and I received an email this morning that it is it published. 

I had no idea it would be this soon.

And I’m so happy I could cry.

Because there’s something undeniably magical about turning your story into art that’s to be shared with the rest of the world. 

No, I have no idea how many people will read it or if it will touch one heart or one hundred or if anyone will ever read anything else I write but I don’t really even care right now because something is out there.

I told my supervisor earlier this week at work. With shaking hands I informed her that my piece had been accepted. “I could wallpaper my house in rejection emails,” I admitted. 

Because the past five or more years I’ve spent writing pieces to submit to wait five months to see that devastating subject line that abruptly informed me that I was a strong writer…but they couldn’t use my work at this time.

But this one was different.

So to Samantha Cabrera and Erin Samples and the lovely editors and compilers and workers of Calla Press, I owe to you the number one reason for my bursting heart of thanks and joy this holiday. Thank you for reading and accepting and publishing Loving Like Rain.

Soli Deo Gloria. Always and always.

Writer of all the things~My goal is to create, share and tell people about the overwhelming, amazing love of Jesus.