How it all began

About five years ago, a dear friend prophesied over me that I would write a book about my faith. I had a newborn at the time and looked at her like she had three heads growing off her neck. How on earth would I find the time? I could barely write a grocery list without losing focus.

But she said it would be simple — more of a compilation of my previously journaled thoughts with the Lord.

Four years later, while visiting California with my family, we were invited to a home church. After a brief conversation with someone I had just met — no social media connection, no prior context — she stopped and began to prophesy. She described a vision of books behind me. She said it would be simple. A compilation of my journaled thoughts with the Lord.

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Same word. Verbatim. From a complete stranger. Years later.

Writing has always been how I process complex thoughts, and faith tops that list. One day, what I intended as a small social media blurb kept flowing. I looked up and I was at over 14,000 words. God said, It's time.

Those previously journaled thoughts began to merge with this newly written piece, and chapters started finding each other. A book was born exactly the way two strangers said it would be.