I just stared, in horror, looking at the book that I was so thrilled to be finally holding in my hands.
As a writer teetering on the edge of author status, there is no millisecond beat as crucial as the first glimpse of your physical book. A masterpiece brought to life. The chiseled statue from a rock of cluttered ideas and edits. I dreamed about this reality for months now.
And, as things happen in our Boring world, my moment went over very differently.
As I admired the cover and the color contrast, I began thumbing through the pages. I even listened to my oldest read out loud his name on the dedication page. Our middle child ran around the house screaming, “Mommy wrote a book! Mommy wrote a book!”
But then I started reading through chapter 1.
My jaw dropped.
The second to the last edited version of the book was flawless, with the exception of one word misplaced in the first chapter. As the agreement, the final version was uploaded and printed for the review copies.
My heart pounded. My face completely changed. Joy was gone. Silence consumed.
I retreated to what I do well – I stuffed down my emotions, put on a mask and started the dreaded chore of math homework with my older boys.
It must have been a few minutes later before I realized the alarmingly silent situation that had unfolded. My older boys were completing homework. Yet, where was our youngest child? And that’s why I have content for books, speeches and events – I have three boys and endless stories!
I posted what occurred next on my public Facebook page:
As I witnessed my little man reading my legacy book, he nailed the key point in just 2 words: “Jesus…mommy.” And here I was stuck on one misplaced word. I almost missed what he saw so well.
It has been my dream to be able to sit with “survivors” across the coffee table and swap stories. I want to encourage readers everywhere to quit listening to the same lies and hold onto the little mustard seed of faith that is begging to take root. I want others to really experience what it feels like to be excited to live again. I want readers to see a close, loving Abba that is within their reach.
Now I have a way to reach even more people with a few discounted “Limited Edition” copies sitting around! Originally, these copies were going to those who boldly endorsed UnMasked, but I just couldn’t do that. So, I decided to put the stack up for sale at a reduced price (you can see the details here).
And now the final version is available, but I’m always amazed at how in control God is of this entire process. He is literally making my dream come true through my own imperfections! It’s time for me to step out of the way and let God take it all. I even re titled my final draft, ensuring the issue would be corrected properly – “ThisIsInYourHandsAbbaUnMaskedFinal.”
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