Tonight I informed my husband that I had written just shy of a whole chapter in our financial book during the course of the day as I sat here in bed. He looked at me, incredulous. "You mean to tell me that you wrote an entire chapter? In one day?" I nodded. He shook his head. "Well, there's one way to get you to write. I wonder if God looked down from heaven and thought, 'That girl's so busy, the only way I am going to get her to slow down long enough to write is to break her dang foot.'"
I don't actually think God broke my foot, but I can see already how He is using it to work all things together for good. Well, back to writing!