Day 3

It’s day 3 at home with my son, he has a stomach virus. The first day it was vomiting. Now he has diarrhea. I woke up early got all of us dressed and prayed that nothing would go wrong.

“I still don’t feel well,” he told me.
“Well, I think you’ll be okay.”

I dropped his big brother off and made my way across town to his school. Before I got half way there I heard him whining.

“What’s going on?”
“I boo booed in my underwear.”

I guess the diarrhea isn’t gone yet.
Let’s go home.

I freaked out at first. That’s very typical of me. Then I calculated how much money is going to be taken off of my paycheck for these 3 days and I realized that if I sold just ONE of my stories, I’d be okay.

So that must be it. I’m about to sell one of my stories!

I don’t believe that God would bring me to this job for it to bring financial disaster to my life. Something wonderful is going to happen. I am not going to lose my job or not be able to pay my bills.

Something spectacular is about to happen.

I know it.