Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails.
God has been pestering me to write a book for a long time.
Frankly, I ignored Him. “Lord, I have six kids—I don't have time for that!” I mean, honestly, it was a ridiculous notion. I hardly had time to brush my teeth twice a day, let alone spend hundreds of hours writing.
I knew we had a unique story but truly, other than my husband and my sweet family, who would read it? Well, probably my best friend. That makes eight people. Maybe.
As I continued to ignore—even refuse—God's nudging to write this book, the Lord started to give me visions.
Well, slight, almost-there visions.
It's like He'd hand me binoculars and tell me to look through them. And just as things started to come into focus, He'd snatch them away before I could really see what it was. Sigh.
More days, weeks, and months passed, and this relentless and uncompromising feeling that something was missing dogged my heels. In the past, that nagging feeling led us to adopt (another) child. But since (at the time) we'd only recently brought home a baby daughter and a teenage son from Ethiopia, I doubted that's what it was this time.
So I asked God again, What am I missing? Because, you know, apparently I’m a little dense (or perhaps just blonde). What was He trying to tell me? Lord, reveal it to me. Show me what it is You're trying to tell me.
Oh. The book. It's the book, I finally realized.
As I knelt before the Father and surrendered myself to Him once again, I remembered the prayer I prayed many times through the years:
Use me. Your plans for my life are indeed so much bigger and better than mine ever are or ever could be.
About the same time, my husband, Ben, mentioned (more than a few times) that I should write a book.
Side note: more often than not, he and God are on the same page, making him a great source of confirmation . . . and ensuring I can’t get away from God’s calling. Like, ever.
So I wrote. During nap time, I typed furiously on my laptop, praying my little crazies actually slept so I could get a few pages—or even a couple paragraphs—written. I’d squeeze in a few hours (usually the very early morning hours) at Starbucks thanks to Ben, who would toss me my car keys and chase me away from the wonderful chaos that is now our life.
I was finally writing.
And it started to fire me up. I went from thinking, I'd better do this before God sends a whale to swallow me and get my attention (or something equally dramatic), to excitedly praying about what He wanted me to write, what stories to include, and more importantly, how to help you come away from this book feeling encouraged and empowered in your life.
This isn’t just our family's story, though.
There is so much to learn about how to grow in your relationship with Christ through these pages, even if adoption isn’t part of your personal story.
You cannot stay where you are and go with God—His story is constantly unfolding.
Let Him interrupt you.
Let Him make your story bigger than you could ever fathom.
I'm excited where God's taking this story...and am delighted that it may even end up in your hands!
I've signed on with the Christopher Ferebee Agency and will keep you updated on the progress of becoming published!!