When my husband was diagnosed with cancer I kept an ongoing journal which I shared via email with family and friends. My motivation was to keep everyone informed and to have as many people as possible praying. I started getting feedback telling me I should write a book.

I would play around with the thought as I sat in one hospital room after another. I would fantasize sitting on the sofa next to Oprah with just the appropriate level of sorrow and humility as she read portions of my book to the world and shed a tear herself all the while telling me how my words transported her into the moments where I bravely soldiered on as Joe’s selfless caretaker. {{heavy sigh}}

Then something would interrupt this day-dream and I would be transported back to the moment and remember who and where I really was and I would shake my head and chuckle. You see, I have never believed in myself. If only I could see in me what others see….then maybe.

No! That is not the answer. Trying to see myself as others see me is dangerous business and as fickle as the weather. I need to see myself as Jesus sees me and that is my goal for 2015.

If I can see myself as the precious child with all the gifts and talents afforded a daughter of a King then my future has hope and possibility. Will I write a book…who knows??? Let’s just start with this blog and see what happens!