My daughter, Katy, sent me a terse, urgent text message the other day: “Call me as soon as you get this.” Naturally, that day I left my phone in the car and didn’t get her text until hours after she had sent it. When I read it I had the reaction most dads would. What’s wrong with my daughter?
I called her, holding my breath like you do when the phone rings in the middle of the night. “What’s wrong?” I asked when she picked up.
“Wrong? Nothing. How about what’s right? How about you’re a New York Times best-selling author.” Katy went on to explain that my wife, her mom, had mentioned she had seen in a newsletter someone referring to my book as showing up on the New York Times best selling list. Katy jumped online and found out. Top 10 sports books for April through June.
A few thoughts flew though my mind:
1. How cool to make a New York Times best selling list!
2. How so very cool to hear the news from my daughter!
My book, Forgotten Sundays, has led me to some amazing experiences, interviews, and travels as well as conversations with people who having read the book shared their experiences with me.
After my conversation with Katy I found myself sitting alone in my office, alone with my thoughts, and my thoughts travelled back several years when I wrote on my goals list become a published author who makes the New York Times best selling list. When I wrote down that goal I didn’t have so much as an outline for my book no less an agent, a contract, or a publisher. I had an idea. And I had the courage to share my hope, my dream with the Universe, with the unnamable force that resides both inside of us and outside of us.
Now it has become reality.
Two more thoughts flood my mind, both filled with gratitude:
1. Thank you to everyone who has bought my book (and those who will buy it in the future)
2. Thank you to the Creative Force, the invisible, unnamable power that words can’t fully describe or contain, that religions all aspire to explain.
I spend a great deal of time in speeches and seminars sharing with audiences the power of more effective communication skills. This experience has reminded me that we have to remain aware of the power of our communication with the Source of Life what we want out of life. Before we can communicate effectively with anyone else, we first need to have the courage to communicate our dreams with Life itself—a leap of faith so broad it might seem arrogant, but I see it as humbling. That communion, a union of thought and life, leads to powerful outcomes even if—and maybe especially if—we don’t fully know how dreams become reality.