It’s finally done.
After years of living it, writing it, and praying over it, the manuscript and full proposal for my book, Carried & Kept Through the Hospital: A Provider, Patient, and Parent’s Perspective, stand complete and ready to head to the literary agent I at a conference who was interested in representing it years ago.
I pray she still is.
God’s timing is perfect. While I sat in the River Edge Diner (locals have dubbed it the R.E.D.) on Monday night madly typing, a waitress approached me, peering at my screen. She’d taken care of me before, and even though I had not been seated in her station, she’d wandered over to say hello.
“What ‘cha writin’?”
I told her briefly about my blog, Drinkingfromthewell.com, and its purpose, to help families during crisis and beyond. Her face paled as her eyes clouded with tears.
“I sure could have used that. My brother died in May of 2016 of ALS.”
She launched into a heart-wrenching account of her family’s struggles with his diagnosis, their difficulties in acquiring resources for his care, and the toll it took on all of them.
Her story moved me. Hers was the face of why I sat surrounded by piles of papers at a greasy spoon in the late evening hours, urgently refining pages crammed full of information that I believed would help families in their most desperate hour.
Families just like hers.
How timely the reminder. As I finalize the proposal to send out tomorrow, please join me in praying that God would open doors far and wide for our family’s message of hope, help, and healing. May many hear and be blessed. May many be helped and find hope. May all turn to Him, that He may carry and keep them.