March 17, 2013
On Wednesday, March 6th, I came home, already THRILLED to have my softcover on Monday, the 4th. In fact, I was still absorbing the arrival of the softcover and wasn’t even thinking about this one coming. As I pulled up to the front of our house, I saw a package on our front porch. . . . Inside, I found this! It is perfect. Exactly like I wanted it – love the shine, love the jacket, love the inside flaps, love the color, love, love, love! Holding it is so much different than penning it, writing it, filling up spiral notebooks and word documents. Envisioning it and then actually seeing it are two entirely different things. Although much less miraculous and lovable than my four boys, there is some sense of parallelism between these two “births”: anticipation, waiting, developing, slowing down, and all sorts of curiosities: Will it turn out ok? Will there be any major flaws? Will people love it? Will I think it’s perfect but others will think it's a little odd? Will we make it through the entire process? Will the doctors notice if anything’s wrong? Will it prosper and be embraced throughout life? Will we know what to do with it? Rick and I don’t spend time looming over potential fears or mishaps with the growth and birth of our boys. We trust God completely, knowing the children He gives us are His, not ours. We are blessed to be chosen to parent them in all their shapes and forms. So, this “birth” is a little different in that sense, many more questions, much like the birth of our first son, Greyson. When it’s the first child, there are so many questions. As others come along, the process becomes more familiar, and the questions dissipate. As my first novel, many questions came and went, but the ultimate surrender of allowing God to control its “life” is all the same. I know God created me to be a mother, and I also know that God created me to write to honor Him. And with that, I need to get to these little guys!

