There must be some way to describe
standing at the podium of my
favorite bookstore,
Reading a chapter and then telling some exclusive stories,
never before told publicly,
a complete sellout of inventory,
150 people in a space made for 40,
two blissful hours of signing messages inside the book I wrote,
talking to people who have followed from day one,
watching my 8-year-old work the room,
watching my 6-year-old sign his precious scrawling autograph on the dedication page,
and praying aloud in a very secular place that God may bless each person in the room, that as they read the story, they will find God and know truth and carry it into their world.
There must be some way to describe it.
But right now, I’m at a loss.
tricialottwilliford 