God is Good
Have I ever had a prayer that wasn’t answered? No. I never have.
Sometimes people say, “It’s not that God doesn’t answer prayer, it’s just that sometimes the answer is ‘no’.” But He has never told me ‘No.’ Sometimes He has told me ‘Wait’, but never ‘No’. Not yet, anyways. Sometimes ‘Wait’ is a l - o - n - g time. Sometimes ‘Wait’ is ten years — or more. But I’ve never had a prayer that wasn’t answered, and what truly astounds me are the ones that He has, in His Grace, answered immediately. Many, many times.
Time and time again, I pray, He answers. Do you dare to pray?
God is Good. Thank you, Lord, for answered prayer.
In the other news: this weekend is a new experiment, one that I’ve kept under my hat because, in the greater scheme of things, it may not mean anything at all. But I’m looking forward to it (especially now that God has answered a prayer, and pretty much immediately upon my uttering it). I’m headed for an arts and crafts show with a stock of books.
I wasn’t sure what my reception would be, either by the other vendors, the people running the show, or the general shopping public, but I had some good feedback through the grape-vine that the hosts of the show, at least, are looking forward to my coming. They’re glad to see something new arriving on the scene. How that will pan out with everyone else is yet to be seen.
The stock of books is probably between 75 and 100 (I’ll do a more accurate count before heading out). They’re the ‘odds’, an eclectic grouping of our various titles that for one reason or another have been ‘hanging out’. Some of them are returns (but they’re not old and dusty. Here’s an interesting little thing: when our books are returned through distribution, they’re returned to the distributor, who in turn ships them back to the printer. The printer destroys them, and then prints us up an equal amount of fresh ones and those are what get shipped back to us. It allows us to ‘resell’ new books instead of ones that may have been plastered with sales stickers, promotional stickers, or just bent up and dog-eared through the stocking and customer perusal process. It’s kind of cool, and one of those things that I never expected–if I gave any thought to it at all–before becoming immersed in the business.), some of them are the ‘left-overs’ of odd numbered orders, and some of them are just the usual ‘on hand’ books for individual orders that come through.
Lately, there seems to be a few more returns, left-overs and on-hands than usual, and this may be a fine way of moving some of this stock. And, it should be a great deal of fun.
First of all, I’m a people watcher. Each Christmas when we do our hurried, last-minute, pull our hair out shopping trip, I still take time to find a seat in the mall (sending the hubby and kids off on a particular present hunt is good for this) and simply watch people. They are fascinating. The sizes, the shapes, the clothing, the piercings and tattoos. Who’s with who, who walks ahead, who walks behind, who walks together, and who walks together but apart. Who’s alone, who’s with a family (and seeing an entire family together, even at Christmas, is getting rarer and rarer). The point is, the thought of spending an entire weekend in a booth with nothing much to do but watch people is not entirely displeasing to me. I’ll take a book (one that I’m reading and not selling) but more than likely I won’t read it much. The stories unfolding in front of me are always of much more interest. I’m a reader, but I’m also a ‘here and now’ gal, and I love the here and now. One of the great things about a book is that they patiently wait until the here and now is boring and then they take you somewhere else. But you never have to make a choice. You can have both: the here and now and somewhere else.
Secondly, my mother and her artshow friends will be there, and they are a fun group of people. Some of them she has been doing artshows with for over twenty years. They’ve watched each others’ children grow up, shared in weddings, funerals, become grandparents, and met up with each other Spring through Fall to show their work. They’ve watched as each has become more polished in their craft, their influence in the artworld grown, and enjoyed each other on a level totally seperate from the rest of their lives. For a weekend here or a week there, they have their own little club where they get to share their passion with both the public and their fellow artists. And they have a great deal of fun doing it. I’m honored to be included, and find myself in the odd group of ’second-generation’ showers. If anyone had told me I would volunteer for this when I was a kid, attending these shows and for the most part, then, being bored out of my mind, I wouldn’t have believed them. Now, I’m volunteering and looking forward to it. I think the food may have something to do with it. They always have great food.
At this point, I think I’m rambling, so, I’ll wrap this up: The artshow is Elizabethtown in Moundsville, West Virginia. I’ll be there from 10 to 6 Saturday and Noon to 5 Sunday. If you’re in the neighborhood, stop in.
Everyone have a great Thursday.






















