One day I'm skulking in Wal-Mart looking for ingredients to make a toasted cheese sandwich. Somewhat of a try-to-eat-healthy person, I veer from processed foods.
Don't need to tell you all about the economy, nor do I want to launch into some snot-inducing sob story but it suffices to say the budget is a little tight.
I had to swallow my pride and buy, not only processed cheese product, but Wal-Mart brand generic processed cheese product.
Have you ever read the ingredients?
I'm positive I tasted recycled bicycle tire in there somewhere.
Anyway, that wasn't a good day.
Most of the past ten years hasn't yielded many good days. Why? Because for the most part, God has been silent.
Those of you who know me well, are aware of the intense trials my husband and I have (and still are) going through. You also know about the beast of depression lurking among the carpet fibers of every room in my house.
Over the course of the past decade I got really good at something. Failing. Failing and beating myself up, inviting all sorts of faith supressing strongholds in my life.
A few weeks ago, God made contact again. In some small subtle ways.
At ACFW, He really showed up in the prayer room. Secret stronghold affecting my entire household were discovered and prayed against.
Here's where it gets really cool.
One of my spiritual moms is in California for a memorial service. I called her today and told her about the conference, the prayer and the other cool thing I have yet to tell you. She started laughing and told me that one month ago, while the prayer warriors of our church met, the senior pastor just blurted out prayers for the healing of my husband's emotional wounds. Others joined in. The prayers, the specifics seemed to come out of nowhere.
What was prayed in that room matched what was prayed at ACFW! God is breaking ten depressing years of silence.
In addition to all of that, I received a call today from an agent I pitched to at the ACFW conference. She offered representation!
Sandra Bishop of MacGregor Literary is my agent! She will represent me as we pitch my novel to the general market.
It's impossible to describe the pain, the hopelessness of the past ten years with words. I just can't do it. I don' t want to right now. But never in my 36 years of life have I ever had such a massive God presence. Such a breakthrough. Little things, never anything as critical as all of the above. Okay, getting married and adopting Kyle are big things.
Right now I'm high. I know high is temporary. Still can't afford real cheese. It's a fallen world out there. More spiritual attacks are coming. I chose the most difficult path to publication. The healing hasn't happened yet, but is promised. I don't know the timeline, and things could still be ugly.
But, there is JOY in my litterbox right now and I'm going to revel in it as long as I realistically can.