I have two thoughts in my head right now. First, I’m going to the Mt Hermon Writer’s Conference a the end of March and I’m totally stoked about it. I’ve got a novel that’s nearly done that I’ll be pitching to an editor and getting feedback on. I really love this book and I expect it to do well, I just have to be patient to see how that happens. I might get feedback that will send me back to do more work, but that’s ok. I want it to be great. I just can’t help glancing at the calendar and feeling nervous excitement – did I do everything I could to get it ready for submission? There are two sections that need more work, so guess what I’ll be doing today.

Second, I just love reading Isaiah. In 6:1, he says, “I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple” NKJV.  The King James Version says, “His train fills the temple.” I always wondered what that meant so reading the New King James made more sense, the train of His robe. Wow, that’s a big robe! Then suddenly (don’t you love the suddenlies?) I thought of Isaiah 61:3, “To console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.” Hmm, garment of praise – His robe fills the temple. I know! I know! Our praise is His garment. Our praise fills His temple. Sweet!

When I feel Heaven smiling at my baby steps, I begin to think big thoughts. I believe in the gift He has given me. I know I will write important books and touch lives. Last night I had the thought of being asked to the White House,  just a random thought. This morning on CNN, I looked up to a shot of the White House and a story of someone being asked to a special dinner there. Some day… Yep, I’m thinking big and praising big.