In a season of enormous wheel spinning, nights laying awake asking God to give me a sign (BIG please, as I always ignore the small ones), and general hand-wringing, I seem to have wandered off my path. From the time I was 16, I have earned money. Since January, I have made very little money, and therefore, not contributed much to paying the bills around here. Do I stick with writing and hope it takes off? What exactly do I mean by "take off"? I can't even answer that, but I can say that most of the time I am proud of what I've written here.
I was reading a blog at 2:00 in the morning that has almost 800 followers. I went back to the beginning and read and read and read. The writer profusely thanked all twelve of her followers, especially her sister who put the squeeze on her friends to join. Two years later, those 12 became 800. She did not quit. She did not throw in the towel. She did not stop writing.
This week, I picked up two more followers, and today reached 10,000 hits since I started. To those two people who signed up this week, and the 10,000 who stopped in along the way, (plus a sister, friend and husband who put the squeeze on everyone they knew to take a look) you have made me cry and I am not a crier.
You are my sign.