Into the Fire

Sometimes those moments that give life an extra special meaning, those moments where affirmation touches the soul, those moments that make you feel like you just might have made an infinitesimally small mark in this life but still a mark, take hold and bless you with an indescribable rush and the accompanying tears of gratitude. 

With that description you might think it was a huge encounter, something grand and spectacular. To me, it felt like it. To you? Probably hard to understand such grandeur in the account of my "moment". 

So it was two-part, maybe even three. A lady I know from an aerobics class just finished my solo mystery Race. She couldn't wait to tell me about how she enjoyed it – loved certain characters, missed the killer, how it was written so well blending everything together. That was the scintillating part – one. Part two came when I read the final part of the last chapter of Breath of Life. What happens when you can still feel the pull of the stark emotions expressed, the pain of the characters, and the joy of the last three words one character speaks to give you resolution? Priceless. And then I turned over my copy of the book and read my old friend who I haven't seen or talked to for years, exquisite writer and author, J. Mark Bertrand's endorsement on the back cover. Brought me to tears. (As you know I'm always good for tears.) 

That, my friend, is having a divine moment or three. And I know who to thank for it.

Father, sometimes it's hard to express the deep gratitude I feel for the things you do for me. I don't deserve even one of them and yet you've made it so. Just know I know: thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.