waiting on God

There once was a white foam cup filled with dirt that bright-eyed girl brought home from school. “They’re tomatoes,” she declared and my heart clenched tight. I kill everything they bring home in little white cups. My thoughts swirled. “We have to plant them mommy,” her emphatic declaration only drove the doubt deeper. How do I…

This past weekend I pitched…I threw out my book idea for one agent and two publishing houses. The pitch sounded much different than the one I posted earlier. It was simple, but direct. Want to know what I said? “Hi nice to meet you, I am Angela Mackey. I am writing a non-fiction Christian book…