The night I finished the manuscript, I had a dream that the words of my book in gold letters flew down from the great beyond, where they had until now been only an idea, ...a dream, ...a story not yet told... In my dream I watched the gold letters fly down and settle in the blank pages of an empty book, filling them with my writing. I awoke with a clarity that I have God's blessing. My book is finished, and will be allowed to manifest in this world as a physical reality.  I was reassured that it will be for a blessing and for good.  

When I have doubts, I remind myself of this dream.