Completing my first book, The Unbreakable Cord—the story of how a drunk driver and a stuffed dog strengthened my faith—was a difficult journey. Writing it meant reliving the near death of my daughter and the death of my oldest brother. I learned the only way to move through the pain was to unclench my fist and surrender my anger and grief to God.
The nudging to step out of my comfort zone grew stronger. I knew I needed to obey . . . to trust God to carry my insecurities. As I child I struggled with certain words: chicken, school bus, and fifteen. My parents thought I was tongue-tied, but the doctor confirmed it was only nerves. I would outgrow it. I did learn to say chicken, school bus, and fifteen, but some words still won’t roll off my tongue.
With God holding my hand, I stood before a women’s group and shared my testimony and my book—even though the lady who introduced me called my book The Unbreakable Lord. A few weeks earlier, I had received an email from an Amazon reader saying she was going through a tough time and that my book was an encouragement.
I had also told a good friend how her blog post made me think of the old song, “The Solid Rock.” She replied, “Reminds me that everything has already been written, and we just switch words around.”
With God, nothing is new under the sun. “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever.” We have the promise of God’s presence and protection as we walk through the valley of death. Believers have the promise that Jesus will never leave or forsake us—whether the word is cord or Lord. As Christ followers, we must continue our voyage of sharing our stories.
When doors open, be brave. Walk through them, and share what Jesus has done for you. You never know who might need a second spiritual wind.
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