I don't know when, but it's coming.
So many words have welled up inside my heart,
and they are spilling forth onto PAPER;
desperate to be bound into a BOOK.
It is a call that God put on my heart a long time ago.
A call that I lovingly patted on the head for years, hoping it would go away.
The song I shared above played in my home a few weeks ago for the first time.
I could feel that ache in my chest, warning of tears that would soon break forth
from my baby blue dams. This song is a perfect expression of what I hope to capture
in sharing the stories that broke me, and of the God who bent and bruised and bled
to bind up my pieces - making me new.
Please pray with me? For me?
Every excuse in my arsenal has been dispelled, and I'm standing
here, sharing this announcement, wanting to claim braveness, but
honestly confessing that I am SCARED, OVERWHELMED, but moving forward...
because Jesus Christ has overcome and He has risen from the dead.
And so this endless, mercy tree is my song of hope. I'm writing a book.