Dear Friends … Wet, Dirty and Thankful

I am reminded that travail gives birth to new life. And I am invigorated by what’s coming in love!

I don’t know what it is. That’s part of the elation, discovering if it’s a boy or a girl … more likely, a market for my next book or a love retreat in my backyard.

We reap what we sow. And I’ve been laboring in life’s soil, with heart-swelling travail. I’m wet with tears and dirty with earth.

If you were thinking my life was all roses, maybe you forgot how labor intensive roses are. And if you’re wet and dirty, like I am, take a deep breath. Trust the lord of the harvest.

I’m thankful already.

With much love and anticipation,