For anyone who's ever written anything personal, you know how difficult it is when others read it. It doesn't matter if it's a sentimental birthday card, a love letter, or a note to your son's teacher, when you write something intended to be read by others, there is a sense of dread...and hope. I've been a writer since I could write, but for the first time in my life, I feel like what I have to say should be read. Well, mostly I feel that way on good days.
I am stepping out of my comfort zone and publishing a Christian book, which is a huge step for this former agnostic, who for a long time wanted nothing to do with God- even if someone could prove He exsisted. I spent a lot of years questioning the judgemental attitudes, the destructive choices, and the outright crimes of the people who called themselves Christian! I wanted no part of their God. I worked as a social worker for abused children and my day to day horrors kept me further away, as I continually cried myself to sleep over the pains and hurts I witnessed. It wasn't until, broken and tired, I tried to find God through a stranger, a woman who moved in accross the street from me, that I found the answers and found Him. The neighbor and I would sit and debate over coffee for hours, as she was from a very legalistic church background and had been a witness to horrors in her own right. We became unlikely best friends who healed and changed and found freedom. Fast forward four years and here's a manuscript...a book...a journey of words from where we were to what we found. Although very nervous to "put it out there" as some of the book is deeply personal, I cannot trade my comfort for the possibility of not sharing this message. So, ready or not, here we go...