If you've always wanted to write a book, but didn't know where to start, maybe my story can help. Often times I meet people who have that deep desire to write, but either never start or never finish. I however, didn't fall into either catagory and maybe that's what has made my story so unique.
First of all, I had no desire to write a book, a blog, or anything of the sort. I was fairly content living my life the way it was; getting the kids off to school, going over the day's schedule with my husband before he went off to work, keeping up with the house keeping, and in my free time shopping and lunching (is that a word?) with girlfriends. I was also spending time with Jesus each afternoon or evening reading and studying the Word.
My life was so easy before writing.
Now, my life is challenging and oh so rewarding.
How did I get from A-Z so to speak? It all began with a desire to know more. This desire unfolded into 4 paths that led me to my destiny.
When I was getting ready one morning, a thought kept persisting. That thought was four words; "Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob". I had a hunch that this persistant thought was Holy Spirit speaking some cryptic message, but instead of stopping and asking God about it I dismissed it.
Later that afternoon as I sat down to spend time with Jesus, that thought came rushing back. So I decided to pursue it. I had no idea that that desire to know more would take me on a path that would include publishing.
After that afternoon, my heart began to feel an excitement and a hunger for what I was discovering. The discovery of how blessing flowed in and out of the lives of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and how those blessings are available to us today!
That same night I had a dream. -Now I feel I should preface this a bit by saying that I am a prophetic dreamer. When the Lord wants to show me something, he often times speaks to me through dreams.This was one of those times.
I was standing at the crossroads at the end of my neighborhood. I looked to my left, and quite a ways down the road from me was a teradactyl like creature. It was holding a baby in it's arms and a newspaper. It set both objects down and flew away. I immediately ran over to the baby, picked it up and took it back to where I had been originally standing. Except now instead of an empty road, my office desk was placed in the middle of this crossroad. I quickly laid the baby down on the desk and started closely examining him. He was dirty and I knew that I needed to clean him up and take care of him.
The crossroads was where I was at spiritually. The Lord was showing me that