The clouds are so close I can almost touch them. My toes hang over the edge, nothing but air beneath them, only the heels of my feet making contact with solid ground. All I can see is a vast sea of blue and white—above, below, to the left, and to the right. Behind me, stretching into the distance is a dusty road, wide on the horizon line. But here, where I’m balancing on this jagged tip of the earth, the road tapers to a point.
The slightest breeze washes over me and I know. It’s time. Time to lean forward; it’s time to lean into the Wind that has been stirring around me for so long. It’s time to jump and see what happens.
My only two options are forward and backward. One of them isn’t really an option at all.
I take a deep breath.
And step forward.
An idea has been stirring in my heart and spirit for months. An idea that I hesitated to own, to claim, to speak, to commit to.
The time has come—to commit to it, to own it, to speak Life into it.
It’s time to “spill the beans,” as one of my #the4500 sisters said.
So here it is:
I’m writing a book.
Not thinking about writing a book.
Actually writing a book.
A book about freedom. And bravery. And being unbound.
I have a lot of questions about what that looks like long-term…
…and very few answers.
But I have a God-given vision
and a Holy Spirit-breathed message.
And so, I am writing.
Saying this out loud, both here on this page,
and in real life, eye-to-eye conversations
serves this purpose:
I covet your prayers.
And I need the accountability.
This is the jumping-off point.
“Then the Lord answered me and said, “Record the vision and inscribe it on tablets, that the one who reads it may run. For the vision is yet for the appointed time; it hastens toward the goal and it will not fail. Though it tarries, wait for it; for it will certainly come, it will not delay.…” ~Habakkuk 2:2-3
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. ~Isaiah 40:31