Some of these authors, like Debbie Macomber taught me to dream a few years back in Denver. Others coached me to becoming a stronger author like Beth K. Vogt and Cynthia Ruchti. Still others kept me riveted with their stories before I even began to write myself like Diann Mills, Gayle Roper, and Lauraine Snelling.
From the moment I walked into the first dinner at the Monterey Bay Hotel and Spa, I knew that I was among friends. Richness oozed from the room on the salty sea water breeze. Not worldly riches, but the kind that come from God.
God knows what I need. He may not have given me a mansion, but then he probably knows that I don’t have time to clean it. He hasn’t given me a huge bankroll, but He meets my needs. He hasn’t given me fame, but he knows I don’t need a paparazzi.
Being rich with early riches only last for a short season and then fade. But Heavenly riches never fade.
Matthew 6: 20-21 (NIV)
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.