As I surpassed 48,000 words last night, the irony hit me. In the most neurologically and cognitively challenging year of my life, the Lord propelled me to write a book.
Truly He gets the glory.
I don’t know what He’s going to do with it yet, but the first manuscript of Abide is almost written.
I’ve also had a profusion of dazzling flowers in the garden this summer, that have delighted my heart to no end.
He makes beautiful things out of dust.
