I’ve done several contests lately.
It’s because I have all this awesome stuff and am kind of dying to start
sharing it. I suppose I should save some of it for the upcoming launch month
and all that, but, uh, that’s two weeks away. And I have winners now! To that
end, the winners of last week’s drawing are… drumroll…
Descendant swag pack: Karlene Browning
Swag pack #2 Roberta Hulse
Descendant e-book: Donna
Nolan
Congratulations ladies! I’ll contact
you this week for mailing addresses and all those details.
Also, last week I failed to mention
that I am about to send out the bookmarks from the previous contest (which have
been packaged and almost ready for several days). I cannot get used to having our local post
office close earlier than most. So if you’re wondering where those are, um,
yeah. They’re still coming.
On another subject, I’ve been
thinking a lot about support. We all have people we depend on, who support us
through…well, life. Good times (like launching a new book) and tragedy (horrible
accidents/illnesses/disasters), our emotional ups and downs, and also, our
in-between blahs.
(You know what those are, right?
Those times when you’re not really up, and not really down, and you’re sort of
spinning around and around and not going anywhere, and you need someone to give
you a little shove and tell you to do something, and maybe give you advice on
what kind of something.)
We all need these people in our
lives. We need people who cheer for us and mourn with us and kick us in the
behind. Ironically, the people who manage to show up for our moments might not
be the ones we expect. Sometimes we’re hurt by those who choose not to show up,
and other times we’re surprised by those we didn’t expect who do show up. But when
all is said and done, we realize that despite everything else, and in spite of
all outside circumstances and choices, those people who are there for our
moments—they’re the people we most need to have with us at that given time.
Maybe they have a lesson to teach or
a message to share, or maybe they are a better friend than you ever realized.
Or maybe a little voice whispered in their ear and made them think of you—and then
they listened.
We can never really predict these
things, and that’s okay. So maybe we should learn to hold onto the sweet, let
go of the bitter, and fully enjoy the miracle that occurs anytime someone graciously
offers the gift of their support.
And this week I am so, so grateful,
to everyone who has been a part of my miraculous journey. Thanks for supporting
me by reading!
