God knows.
He knows what your heart hides from others. Where it is broken, wounded and hopeful.
He knows of your longing for ...about your desire to write well. Well enough to earn the respect of your peers and a publisher.
Yet sometimes life is like sweeping a dirt floor. (got this phrase from a blog I like written by Katy Glymph)
Yet, God is aware and keeping track of our lives. He knows our circumstances are hard and He plans days of Joy for us as well.
I think when you live in a place like Haiti where untimely death is a daily occurrence, it sharpens your priorities. Appreciation for each day and thankfulness for each blessing albeit how small is genuine and fresh.
In the evening, my Haitian neighbors sat around and talked after the wee ones were tucked into bed and just enjoyed the night air and one another. They did not ask a lot of God, content with what they had. And it wasn't much.
People ask me why I still talk about retiring to Haiti. It is the simple life that draws me. A loaf of bread, a bowl of red beans and rice, an occasional fish, thick coffee and friends sitting out under the moonlight.
When you are wondering if your published day will come, I can't say. But I can tell you: Bon Dieu Konae.
Be encouraged.
