Epiphany is a word with a delicious sounding ring, no doubt. "I'll have a chocolate-covered epiphany with my Latte Grande," one might say.
Yesterday, while on my way to work, I had a devinely scrumptious epiphany. The answer to the 64-million dollar question came to me while I weaved my way through Interstate 35.
The answer was soft, sweet, but clear. Many times my wife has told me that God talks to her, and I look at her like she's koo-koo. As a result, she ain't said that in awhile. But now, I understand what she means. I was so excited that I almost forgot the answer, and the question by the time I got to work.
I'm so glad I didn't email my manuscript before fudging the ending. Fudge? Chocloate? Latte? I must be hungry. Or delirious.
Also, this epiphany meant changing my title.
Cross your fingers. I'm submitting!