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We moved a few years ago into our dream home. We had prayed for this house for years. It has the space our growing family needs with large bedrooms and a big basement for the kids to play in. It's tucked away at the end of a quiet cul de sac with a big backyard. And it also has a little back porch. Now, my amazing carpenter husband has grand plans to expand this back porch one day to include french doors into our dining room and connect over to our driveway. But for now, its quaint and cozy as is, being just big enough for his Traeger and our patio table with a few chairs. It was one quiet morning that I was sitting at that table, on that back porch, sipping my hot and steamy coffee while having my morning devotion that I felt God calling me to write this book. I just kept feeling the word Write being whispered in my spirit. Something I would've missed in the midst of the chaos that my days can be with 3 kiddos. But during that quiet morning, with the birds chirping cheerily and the fog lifting from the trees as the morning sun started to warm my face that I was able to hear "Write."
We moved a few years ago into our dream home. We had prayed for this house for years. It has the space our growing family needs with large bedrooms and a big basement for the kids to play in. It's tucked away at the end of a quiet cul de sac with a big backyard. And it also has a little back porch. Now, my amazing carpenter husband has grand plans to expand this back porch one day to include french doors into our dining room and connect over to our driveway. But for now, its quaint and cozy as is, being just big enough for his Traeger and our patio table with a few chairs. It was one quiet morning that I was sitting at that table, on that back porch, sipping my hot and steamy coffee while having my morning devotion that I felt God calling me to write this book. I just kept feeling the word Write being whispered in my spirit. Something I would've missed in the midst of the chaos that my days can be with 3 kiddos. But during that quiet morning, with the birds chirping cheerily and the fog lifting from the trees as the morning sun started to warm my face that I was able to hear "Write."
I remember thinking to myself "Write what God?"
I remember thinking to myself "Write what God?"
"Write." Now something to know about me, I absolutely LOVE to read. It is by far my favorite hobby and pastime. My go to's are historical inspirational romances, and even better if they are with a side of mystery! So that was my first thought. Because honestly, ever since I was little, I've dreamed of being a writer. Wasn't exactly sure what genre, all I knew though was that I wanted to write. It was a dream I didn't really share with many people but it didn't make it any less real. So when I felt that quickening in my spirit and heard that whispered word, "Write.", well, I knew God speaking to me. And my first thought was of my favorite kind of novel and I immediately remember feeling overwhelmed at the idea of writing a historically accurate novel. These amazing authors spend months researching, and even oft times visiting the location, of where the book will be set. I knew I didn't have that kind of time, to sit at a library or at my computer for hours upon hours of research, nor did I feel that was what I was to supposed to do. So, knowing my God the way I do, I knew that He would fill me in on the details when it was time. Because He's all about that isn't He? Timing. When we rush into things headlong and they don't work out we try to blame Him but it's not His fault. It's ours. We were impatient and didn't wait for His leading.
"Write." Now something to know about me, I absolutely LOVE to read. It is by far my favorite hobby and pastime. My go to's are historical inspirational romances, and even better if they are with a side of mystery! So that was my first thought. Because honestly, ever since I was little, I've dreamed of being a writer. Wasn't exactly sure what genre, all I knew though was that I wanted to write. It was a dream I didn't really share with many people but it didn't make it any less real. So when I felt that quickening in my spirit and heard that whispered word, "Write.", well, I knew God speaking to me. And my first thought was of my favorite kind of novel and I immediately remember feeling overwhelmed at the idea of writing a historically accurate novel. These amazing authors spend months researching, and even oft times visiting the location, of where the book will be set. I knew I didn't have that kind of time, to sit at a library or at my computer for hours upon hours of research, nor did I feel that was what I was to supposed to do. So, knowing my God the way I do, I knew that He would fill me in on the details when it was time. Because He's all about that isn't He? Timing. When we rush into things headlong and they don't work out we try to blame Him but it's not His fault. It's ours. We were impatient and didn't wait for His leading.
Well, this was way too important to me, to finally have my dream realized since I was a little girl, to rush into this. So I finshed sipping my coffee, ended my time in prayer and headed iside to get ready for work. It was later that same morning when I was at work that I got my direction. It was while I was working with one of my cancer patients. She was struggling with a phase of her cancer rehabilitation and I found myself resharing one of the many stories I have in my mental cache. And I remember thinking to myself while I was encouraging with her that "Hey, I could write that down! And a few others that I often share!"
Well, this was way too important to me, to finally have my dream realized since I was a little girl, to rush into this. So I finshed sipping my coffee, ended my time in prayer and headed iside to get ready for work. It was later that same morning when I was at work that I got my direction. It was while I was working with one of my cancer patients. She was struggling with a phase of her cancer rehabilitation and I found myself resharing one of the many stories I have in my mental cache. And I remember thinking to myself while I was encouraging with her that "Hey, I could write that down! And a few others that I often share!"
This book is the realization of a childhood dream that was shaped by the adult trials life has allowed me to be a witness to. I have held countless patients' hands, given tissues, and issued words of hope and encouragement. I hope you are able to take the same encouragement from these words I've put to paper as my patients before you have.
This book is the realization of a childhood dream that was shaped by the adult trials life has allowed me to be a witness to. I have held countless patients' hands, given tissues, and issued words of hope and encouragement. I hope you are able to take the same encouragement from these words I've put to paper as my patients before you have.
In His Love, Val
In His Love, Val
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