I am writing a book.

I tell you that not so much because you need to know or because you care, but because if I don’t say it out loud, I will never do it.

I believe in this book.  I believe it is meant for a time such as this (or whenever it gets published, God willing).  I believe God is stirring my heart to make now the acceptable time.

It isn’t a novel or a memoir or a self-help book.  It’s not a treatise on theology or a literary critique.  It is just a telling of my story—a piece of my story—and the way God has moved in my heart.

The biggest risk I take in writing it is not in baring my soul to countless people, although I hope to share authentically and deeply about life as a faithful woman.  The biggest risk I take is that I will not finish it.  I can spend all my time thinking about it and telling you about it, and hoping it becomes what I want it to become, without ever getting any closer to actually finishing it.

Pray for this book and pray for me.  At some point, the rubber has to meet the road, and I have to do what I believe God is asking me to do, not just hope it all works out in the end.