I'm Gonna need to see some Proof.

One is the loneliest number?
I'm pretty sure it's 23.

That's how many books I found out I've sold in three months.

"I'm sorry. Did I misunderstand? Did you say 53?"
Lame as even that would be.
"No, 23."

Wow.
I'm pretty sure more than 23 people told me they bought the book.
So, if you, faithful readers and friends could please just scan and email me your Proof of Purchase, that would be awesome!! :)

It's not that I don't trust you.
I just might need to see some proof.

Perhaps something about 40 proof at this point?
Just kidding.

I am excited that this Labor Day weekend I have my first reading/book signing at Barnes and Noble, La Cantera location here in San Antonio.
It's Saturday the 1st at 12:30 if you're not barbecuing with family.

Bring your proof of purchase, or just buy a copy there!
I will be reading, "Pig's Big Adventure" followed by a quick craft and then I'll be signing books after that.
I looooove crafts!!!
How fun is that?

Big kudos to Barnes and Noble for buying extra books and putting it all together for me!
I appreciate that so much and it truly is the one store I could spend all day in just relaxing and reading.

Several years ago, my friend Sheryl and I went to Chicago on a girl trip and she set out on a mindful mission to find the perfect pair of Levi's while I sat in total, comforting bliss at B&N, watching the snow fall, my hands securely holding a hot mocha latte and a book by Mitch Albom, "The Five People you Meet in Heaven."

Every few hours she would come back and see if I was really okay or wanted to go shop with her.
"I'm soooo good," I replied.
"There is no place I would rather be right now than here."

I just walk in that amazing store and want to open every book, insert nose and irreverently inhale deeply like Mary Katherine Gallagher does on a nervous armpit rampage!

I love the smell of books almost as much as the smell of fresh made bread.
Speaking of bread, I've made $9.40 on my beloved children's story.

Good thing I've said all along, "It's not about the money. I just want people to enjoy the story."
Mmmhh?
It's not about the money??
Truly. Money isn't everything.

The greatest gift I ever received was given freely to me.
And I'm not talking about the dead animal teeth Galen.

Indeed, a price was paid.

I was bought with a price and Jesus is my proof of purchase.

He's the receipt I'm handing over to the big Customer Service Center in the Sky.

Sometimes I feel like I'm standing in an endless line at the counter waiting for it to be my turn.

I can hardly contain myself from just wanting to overzealously keep hitting the silver button on the bell ringer thingy.

Sure I start off patient and polite, with just a one finger, "Ding."

No response.

A little more loudly, but still ever so dainty, "Ding, ding..." 

Nothing.

More muscle behind the pointer this time, "Ding, Ding, Ding...."

Seriously?

Then in a moment's rush, you just full on palm slam the entire ringer....

"DING!!! DING DING!!!!!"

"Hellloooooo!!!! I'm standing here!! Waiting!!!!! Yoo-Hoo!!! Can I get a little service here please??"

Not saying it's right, I'm just sayin.'

My patience runs out quick sometimes.

I feel like I have been patient considering all things.

Thank God, Jesus is my proof of purchase, not my perfection, but only his.

My product really is blemished.

Actually, the picture is blurry.

I was believing for better.

But where is the proof?
That's what faith is all about.
"It is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." Hebrews 11:1
We have to keep believing, even when we have no proof.

I'm also going to look in the pudding......just in case it really is there.