And Jesus said, "All right, receive your sight! Your faith has healed you." Instantly the man could see, and he followed Jesus, praising God. And all who saw it praised God, too."
One lonely lamp burned warm and ruddy in the early morning hour. My worn and ragged blanket beckoned me to curl up, sit, and be still. Everyone was still asleep - or at least hiding upstairs quietly until, "the clock said 7." It was my time alone with God in my quiet little corner of the world.
Only I wasn't alone and my mind wasn't still. Anxiety befriended me and thoughts raced around my head. What I failed to mention, was that before taking my seat this morning, I stole a quick (and eager) peek at my email. I longed to find an inspirational letter from a writing mentor, full of answers to my myriad questions about publishing devotionals and pitching proposals to publishers...and it was there! Only, without my friend's intention it was also filled with disappointment. What I had hoped would merely sharpen my vision of the publishing process, turned out to be insight into the challenging anguish of authorship. No one was publishing devotionals, at least not from an unknown author (like me!) with zero platform and zero prior publications.