She was waiting by the sink
in the ladies room as I began washing my hands.
“Excuse me,” she
interrupted, “But the Lord has given me a prophetic word for you.”
I was in Colorado Springs
for meetings with my literary agent and publishers. Honestly, the meetings
weren’t going very well, and I had escaped our dinner table at the restaurant
to have a moment alone. Maybe I never would write another book. Maybe I had
nothing more to say…
