I trembled as I read the subject line of the email: “Jeanette: I would like to offer you a contract…”
My voice cracked into wee fragments. “Kevin, you have to come see this, Honey.”
My voice cracked into wee fragments. “Kevin, you have to come see this, Honey.”
I wept and Kevin smiled his ever gentle smile as we read the email together. An agent contract! From my #1 choice, Diana Flegal of Hartline Agency, whom I met just two months ago at a writers’ conference. And on my birthday!
God, You are remarkable!
When Jody Hedlund, blogger and writer par excellence was offered representation by Rachelle Gardner a few months ago, I was elated beyond words for her, throwing my fruit-on-the-brim hat in the air and doing the Snoopy dance all over town! Not really, but it makes for a good story...
Now when my own dream comes true, all I can do is cry tears of joy and thankfulness. And trepidation. I want to do my best, to make it easy for Diana to represent writing she can be proud of. Mostly I want to make my Father proud. And make enough money to hire someone to mop my floors!
I know this is a God moment. I could not have orchestrated this if I’d planned for a lifetime. All I can do is get down on my knees and say “Thank you, thank you, thank you. And help me, please.”
I want you to know: I COULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS WITHOUT YOU GUYS. I have nearly given up a zillion times, but you’ve all been there rooting me on with your kind encouragement and your nourishing blog posts. So in a very real sense this is an honor for you as well as me. Thank you for washing my feet again and again, keeping me in this race. I love you all dearly.
When you’ve had an answer to prayer and a dream come true, do you fall apart and cry like me, or jump around and scream? Do you run to the fridge for a Coke or the cupboard for a truffle? Who do you thank—besides Jesus—for helping you realize your dream?
When Jody Hedlund, blogger and writer par excellence was offered representation by Rachelle Gardner a few months ago, I was elated beyond words for her, throwing my fruit-on-the-brim hat in the air and doing the Snoopy dance all over town! Not really, but it makes for a good story...
Now when my own dream comes true, all I can do is cry tears of joy and thankfulness. And trepidation. I want to do my best, to make it easy for Diana to represent writing she can be proud of. Mostly I want to make my Father proud. And make enough money to hire someone to mop my floors!
I know this is a God moment. I could not have orchestrated this if I’d planned for a lifetime. All I can do is get down on my knees and say “Thank you, thank you, thank you. And help me, please.”
I want you to know: I COULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS WITHOUT YOU GUYS. I have nearly given up a zillion times, but you’ve all been there rooting me on with your kind encouragement and your nourishing blog posts. So in a very real sense this is an honor for you as well as me. Thank you for washing my feet again and again, keeping me in this race. I love you all dearly.
When you’ve had an answer to prayer and a dream come true, do you fall apart and cry like me, or jump around and scream? Do you run to the fridge for a Coke or the cupboard for a truffle? Who do you thank—besides Jesus—for helping you realize your dream?
