One year ago, a dream was fulfilled and released into the open space of publication. 255 pages of intimate words, carefully crafted sentences scripted with the help of the Holy Spirit. Months of toiled soil bore a harvest in the form of God’s Big Ask. 

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t write about the topics I had set aside for the month of March. I assumed I would be able to because I thought I had done enough heart work and spent enough time in prayer.

Currently, in my life, I am at the end of a chapter. And, yes, there is a cliff-hanger. Afterall, I am not the author of this story. While I like to pretend at times that I have creative license over my life story, I know that the ins and outs are scripted by God.