Several years ago, I found a book with a gorgeous black and white photo of a pregnant woman on the cover at a garage sale.
Because I love all things pregnancy, of course I bought the book.
The book turned out to be Great With Child by Debra Rienstra and I loved it. I mean, really, really loved it. (In fact, I wrote about it on here if you want to hear more gushing about how much I love that book.)
I re-read the book when I was pregnant with my third, finding it even more wonderful than I did the first time because meaningfully, the author was also pregnant with her third child when she wrote it.
I was so moved by the book yet again, than in a flash of inspiration one day, I decided to look up Debra Rienstra and tell her how much her book meant to me.
In the process of looking her up, I stumbled across a writing conference held at every year at the school that she teaches at.
It was close to me, affordable, and part of my homework in my writing class with Meagan Francis was to go to a writing conference, so I quickly signed up.
I emailed Debra, we chatted a bit, which was most exciting and I hoped she wouldn’t think I was a stalker, and I looked forward to going to the conference.
Of course, as it approached, I hesitated if I should go, but then lo and behold, my BFF from college lived 10 minutes away–what a great excuse to go visit her and make a trip of it.
So I went.
And ended up meeting with an editor.
Who was interested in my book.
But rejected it.
Until she tried another publishing company.
And they accepted it.
It’s kind of insane when I look back and think on how it all happened to be.
That because of a book I just happened to find at a garage sale and happened to love so much that I just had to look up the author who just happened to work at a college that had a writing conference near me that just happened to have an agent who was interested in my book who just happened to also moonlight for another publishing company who just happened to be willing to give me a shot…
It’s a dream come true. And I just can’t help but think it wasn’t all a coincidence.
I struggle sometimes with thinking that anything like that could be a God-led circumstance in my life. I mean, children are dying and suffering and I think that God really cared about me writing a silly little book?
But then I look back at the crazy coincidences that led me to where I am today and I think…
I really need to go garage sales more often.