I met God's gift to writing today. Oh, yes. I had a 5 minute conversation with him (the writer, not God) after breakfast, and it became clear very quickly who I was dealing with. His published works amount to 6 short children's stories in a daily devotional booklet (which I was told without prompting). My favorite part was when he told me that he had shared the collection of stories with his students, and challenged them--not to share which one helped them learn more about God, but to figure out which ones were his.

Counterpoint to that, at dinner tonight I sat next to an actual Newberry Medal winner (the most prestigious award for childrens literature in the United States). He is one of those people who, when you go to google their name & you've only typed part of it, Google auto-fills in the rest for you. He asked me thoughtful questions about my life, and said I was to be admired for reinventing myself several times. He never once mentioned himself unless I asked a question about his life or his writing.

Hmmmm.