My husband reminded me last night that my story was like having a baby.
I made the decision to begin
to write it, physically did just that (or carried the baby), yet when I consider each incredible stage, and wonder at the real creator, I am stunned.
It has been like watching
the first beats of a tiny heart during a dating scan. Or reading up on how the baby’s eyelids would spontaneously open at 24 weeks. What credit can anyone take for anything? We are wired so incredibly well from the beginning!
He is the awesome God!!
This story is God’s story like my babies were His design. I can look at it as I do my own children,
and be mind-boggled at the endless mysteries that went into the creation of each one. I couldn’t write a book a year ago! This is, and always will be, out of my hands. Life is a miracle that cannot be fully grasped!
Another point is that a birthed baby requires a new name. On recommendation, I am changing the story’s name to: The Book of TOLD.
inspiration is all around us, and birthed within us, too! He must have ALL praise, for every good in our life!
In my innocence, I had no idea how many books had been titled The Book of Life or some variation of that.