It’s October.

How are you? (If no-one has asked; even if they have, I’m curious. How are you, really?) What is it that you’re doing with your one precious life? How have you been changing, surviving, existing, thriving?

If you’ve subscribed, or have been following through social media, you’ve probably heard me say before how grateful I am to have you here. But I wouldn’t say it unless I meant it with every fiber of my being; I am so grateful for you. The fact that you’re reading and liking and subscribing means more to me than you will ever realize.

So, I honestly ask: how are you? I would love to know.

On my side of the river, life is moving swiftly. The months fly by and leaves color warm sidewalks burgundy while the first wood of the season fills porches, waiting to be burned. For myself, book proposals are sent out followed by the dreaded rejection letters. Grad papers and projects are written, edited, and submitted. My lunches are filled with therapy sessions and post office runs and just about everything else (except for eating lunch). The day is long, the evening short, but the morning comes crisp and cool and bright, filled with promise and hope.

Contentment is a beautiful thing.

It wasn’t always this way, believe me.

Which is why I’m working on getting my book sent off and away to be accepted by a publishing house or literary agent (whoever accepts it first). I haven’t always been this content with life, and sometimes I forget that joy and thankfulness produce contentment.

But then I remember the fulfilled promises of my Father in the past. And I’m so grateful He gave me the words to write it all down so I wouldn’t just remind myself but be able to share it with you all.

So, if I have been distant, not writing and posting as much, this is why. Grad school and submitting manuscripts and all this beautiful life itself beckons.

But please understand…it’s not because I’ve disappeared or forgotten about this beautiful space on the world wide web, where I have the privilege of sharing and having beautiful people read and follow along.

It would be nothing short of a miracle if my manuscript was accepted and published in the next few months. While I know all things are possible with God, my best guess would be that, if an agent did choose to represent my book, it would be closer to a year (or three) before I could really share what I’ve spent the last two years writing and editing.

So, let us keep singing, dancing, praying, hoping, living, remaining content, until the miracle comes.

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