Crazy Things Always Seem to Happen to Me

Last week I attended District Council for my denomination. The Superintendent said that I could bring copies of "Nan's Journey" to sell to the pastors, missionaries, and guests during the breaks between the meetings. He is a lovely man and I was very surprised when I arrived and he was the one that opened the door for me and set up the table for my books. He also greeted me warmly each time he passed the table during the meetings and asked if everything was going well. I can't tell you how humbled I was at his kindness.

A woman who spoke during the women's ministry portion of the council came to my table and asked if I would mind if she brought some books to my table that a minister friend of hers wrote and gave to her to sell. The proceeds from the sale of the books were to be given directly into the missions fund at the council. I told her that I would make room at my table and watch over them and also make a small sign telling the price and that the proceeds were designated for missions. The sign marked the donation at $25.00.

After one of the more lengthy meetings an elderly woman came by the table and spotted the $25. books and said, "Look Dear, these books are only 25 cents!" Her elderly husband reached into his billfold and brought out a $1. bill and said, "Keep the rest for the missions."
A pastor's wife was also standing at the table and our eyes locked. I smiled and thanked them for the contribution. I reached into my change bag and put $24. in the missionary envelope because I hadn't had the heart to tell them any different. The pastor's wife smiled and said, "I just couldn't tell her."
I replied, "Neither could I." and we had a good laugh about it.
Later that day another pastor and his wife came by and said, "Is this where the 25 cent books are?"
They were kind and bought a copy of "Nan's Journey" and paid a few dollars extra for it. They wanted to bless me.

When I got home I told my sister about all of the different things that happened while I was gone:

• Waking up at 4:30 a.m. to get to the council and getting to bed at 2:30 a.m. the next day.
• The 25 cent book
• The Superintendent carrying my table
• My eyes being in a permanent squint from lack of sleep...etc, etc.

She laughed until she almost cried. My youngest son doesn't think I will be making money anytime soon the way things seem to go for me, but the experience is worth it all. I feel happy and alive and I know that I am doing the thing I am put on this earth to do....WRITE!