My handsome man came into the house a few days ago with the mail in hand and a grin on his face. “Guess what came?” he asked, and handed me this beautiful issue of Bella Grace, a delightful magazine I stumbled across about a year ago and immediately loved, and occasionally buy at a local bookstore. This one, though, has been eagerly anticipated, since one of my short pieces was published in it. It won’t hit the newsstands for another two weeks, so this was the pleasantest of surprises!

It is a small piece of writing, and I don’t think it is even as long as the columns I’ve been writing for the newspaper. It is tucked somewhere in the middle of this 160-page magazine among dozens of other beautifully written pieces.

It is a little thing. A small triumph. But it represents dreams that God put on my heart 20 years ago, and that have persisted through all the strange twists and turns of life. Dreams that God has been slowly satisfying in His own good and perfect time.