Over the past few months, I've really needed a sign. A sign to tell me to keep working on this blankety-blank manuscript. A sign to tell me not to cancel my ed/ag appointments at nationals. A sign to keep writing. A sign, a signal, a message, anything--I'm not picky, but the clearer the better. An ad on Facebook would be ideal. Something that says "Do not give up. Do not stop writing. Keep going." I prayed about it, but, to my despair, no FB ad appeared.
So I stopped writing.
I should have known God would be far more creative than a silly FB ad.
The last thing I did before I closed the document for good was come up with a title: White Handkerchief with Pink Roses. The handkerchief is pivotal to the plot, and oh, I don't know, it just seemed respectful to bury the thing with a title.
For a couple of weeks I tried to forget about that ms. I tried to pretend that I could just start on another project. I tried to put all that writing business behind me. But I couldn't. I kept thinking about my story, and I started looking for guidance again. I really wanted a sign.
One day not long after, I was in a local variety store -- a place where you can buy a handbag as well as a hairnet, a yard of ribbon as well as a yard game for the kids. I wandered the aisles, marveling at the amazing merchandise. I stopped in front of one display, and suddenly, my mouth went completely dry. Right in front of me was a stack of frilly white handkerchiefs. And the one on the top had a bouquet of pink rosebuds in the corner.
It might as well have been a FB ad. I'm writing again. I have new energy and new faith. Because I needed a sign and I got it.
How about you? Tell us about the signs you've had in your life.