I sent my husband a text yesterday. A really short text, comprised of just a symbol and a number:
I didn’t need to elaborate. Brad knew. This is the kind of conversation we’ve been having for a while now.
“I would love you the same if you only sold one,” he texted right back.
I smiled. My husband’s patience and encouragement is as deep as the Mariana Trench.
#268,304 was my Amazon book rank that day. It’s been rising steadily since my memoir, Spiritual Misfit, was published back in April, and as I’ve had to remind my mother, “Bigger is not better,” at least when it comes to your book’s Amazon rank.
I’d love to tell you that I’m okay with this, that I’ve surrendered the book to God and am at peace knowing everything is in his good and gracious hands. But that wouldn’t be the whole truth.