I woke up wondering what this new day would hold. Like all days, I started in prayer. Eventually to my knees, eventually in tears, eventually in consuming praise to a sovereign God. Then I had to finagle the intricate workings of the water reservoir on the commode again because the twist tie holding the plastic pieces together broke, again, and the main fix-it man has been too busy making cheese to play plumber. Before the coffee was even done brewing Cole came racing into the house announcing that he caught a skunk in the live trap rather than his lost bunny. Then the other kids got excited and brought the dog out to see it, which, yes, ultimately led to two boys and a dog smelling like skunk. And I still hadn't had my first cup of coffee. And then, on top of it all, the phone was ringing just after 8:00 A.M. The phone and I are not friends, and I avoid it at all costs, especially before coffee. But it was Mr. Ryan, from West Bow Press, calling with the sweet news that the minor-needed revisions are done on the book! Yippee!! Next week, or the next week, I really should have a book . . . a real book, my book, God's book! I'm gonna go drain the coffee pot now . . .