“God please show me, God please show me, God please show me,“ Becky mumbled, as she tossed and turned on the bed.
“Becky honey, wake up!”
Devon had been repeating these same words to his wife night after night for what seemed like months now. He knew Becky was a writer and, not just a writer, a Christian writer. He knew God had given Becky a message to share with the world.
Devon’s heart felt turmoil because of his inability to provide the money it would cost for Becky to get her book published, but together they’d been praying and believing God would make it happen.
Becky rolled over and cuddled Devon, “Honey, it’s been almost a year since I’ve finished writing this book. I don’t know why God hasn’t shown us the light of day yet, but we know it’s not about our timing—it’s about His.”
Cock-a-doodle-do, Devon’s Christmas gift from his mom resonated through their bedroom.
“Mom sure knows how to get me to see the light of day every morning, doesn’t she?” Devon snickered, jumped out of bed, tapped the alarm off button, and headed to the bathroom.Becky sat in bed and prayed quietly.
Dear Father, I know my ways are not your ways and, my thoughts are not your thoughts. I believe, when you’re ready for the door to open, this book will get out to the world. Thank you, Lord, Amen.
She hopped out of bed and moseyed into the kitchen to make breakfast for Devon.
“You’re not eating breakfast with me this morning?” Devon asked, as he sat down at the kitchen table.“I’m not hungry, I’ll just eat an apple this morning. I’m planning to meet Kathy at the gym after lunch. What do you have to do today?”“Jack, asked me to go across town to do an inspection on a new building.” Devon swallowed his last bite and grabbed his keys, “I’ll see you this afternoon. Have a great day, honey.”Becky arrived at the gym a few minutes early. Kathy wasn’t there yet. Next door to the gym was a Christian bookstore. She noticed an advertisement on the window about a Christian writing contest.
I wonder if this is the Lord’s . . .
“Hey Beck, you ready to workout?” Kathy interrupted Becky’s thoughts.
“Oh, hey Kat! Look, it’s a writing contest.” Becky pointed to the poster, “I think I’ll enter. Be right back.” She dashed into the bookstore to grab a pamphlet and shoved it in her purse to look it over later with Devon.
Devon arrived to do his inspection. As he walked toward the new building he couldn’t believe his eyes. He saw a poster in the window that read, Win A Xulon Publishing Package. He wrote down the information and quickly got busy doing the inspection. He was anxious to get home and share the news with Becky. He knew, the way she wrote, she had a solid chance of winning.
When Devon arrived home he hurried in the door, “Becky, where are you?”
“In the laundry room,” she called.
As Devon walked down the hall he said, “I’ve got some great news for you!”
“I’ve got some good news too Dev, I’m going to enter a Christian writing contest.”
“Really? That’s awesome. Now let me tell you my great news. You, my darling, have a chance of getting published.”
“Are you serious? How?”
“There was a poster at the building I inspected today. Here’s the information, check it out.”
“Wow. Cool.” Becky giggled, “and I picked up a pamphlet today but I was waiting for you, to look at it.”
Becky’s purse was sitting on the dryer. She pulled out the folded pamphlet and opened it. Front and center were the words, ‘FaithWriters And Xulon Press’ and, directly under that, ‘Win a Xulon Publishing Package.’
“No way, this is exactly the same information you got off the poster Dev.”
“We’ve been praying Becky. God came through again. It must be His time.”
Becky hugged Devon then ran down the hall to her office. She turned on the computer and immediately typed in the search bar—Win a Xulon Publishing Package—the first result was, FaithWriter’s.com Win a Publishing Package.
While she waited for the page to load she prayed.
Father, it’s all about you. If it’s meant to be it will happen. Thank you, Jesus.