I met Ed at my first writer's conference. His presence was a sandy beach in a sea of unfamiliar faces.
I remember sitting next to him at one of the first speaking events and watching doodles of caricatures evolve from his notebook.
"You're talented that way too?" I thought as he stood when they asked who'd been published.
For the next few days, our paths crossed here and there--in the hallways and banquet room. A nod, a comment, an encouragement.
Then I returned to Florida.
No, that's not the end of the story. That's where it began.
For almost three years, this kind gentleman writer has encouraged me through email after email. Ed convinced me to write for Chicken Soup and to our thrill, we both got into books around the same time.
Ed is one random writer I met on a random day--but his influence has not been random. God purposed that meeting just as He has the new woman who wrote me today, and the guy who commented on my other blog and the lady I met last year at the conference.
All for a reason.
I wanted to end this post with some recent encouragement I received from my writer friend, Ed.
Soar in the milky way, kiss the fringes of heaven and swoop down on this hurting planet with outstretched arms covered in the golden dust of God's eternal hope. This is my prayer for you.
Don't ever take your writer friends for granted--who wouldn't want to receive a prayer like that?