Okay, I just pinched myself, and it hurt, so it must be real.
Some notes to self on the big phone call (the one I've agonized over for so many years):
*Don't let your husband get on the phone on GH day unless he knows how to work the call waiting button.
*Better yet, don't let him get on the phone at all.
*Don't start muttering OHMIGOSH until after the person finishes her sentence or you might miss the good part.
*Write everything down!
Now, more thoughts on my post from Thursday regarding hope...
Once burned, it's hard to hope again. But, somehow, most of us have that little seed inside of us just waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to bloom again. And I think, at least for Christians, it's because we know that, ultimately, God can do anything. And that maybe this time is going to be in God's perfect timing.
I have to admit, though, that any hope I had the morning before the GH call was very guarded. I told myself over and over again not to count on anything. (Even as the phone rang, causing my heart to pound a gazillion miles per second, and it was my mom.) But still, there was this little voice in my head that kept saying, hey, wouldn't it be cool if God's timing was so perfect that it happened this year while in Atlanta? And how cool if that was followed by a sale?
It's enough to make me wonder if this is going to be My Year. But
But wouldn't it be really, really cool?
Yes, it would. There's always hope!
2006 Golden Heart Finalist!!!!!!! Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, ohmigosh!!!