When Dreams Come True
DAY 14 of A Delight Filled December
“Let the redeemed of the LORD tell their story—
those He redeemed from the hand of the foe.”
Psalm 71v2 NIV
When I was a little girl I often hid under the covers with a flashlight and a book long after my mom and dad had kissed me goodnight. Later, when I first heard of the love of God and began to learn how to follow Him, I set aside money from my job at Frontier Village Amusement Park for book buying. And every Christmas I have a list of books I want at the very top of my list.
I love learning. I love stories. I love reading. I LOVE BOOKS.
But I never, ever thought I would write a book. That honor is for writers— for AUTHORS— not for a simple, ordinary woman like me.
Then God did something amazing and magnificent for me. In the midst of my rebellion— my spoiled, entitled temper-fit— He rescued me. As in, picked me up from the muddy ditch I had dug myself into and set my feet on the Solid Rock of Jesus, giving me all I ever really longed for but didn't know I needed in the process.
Timidly at first, I started telling people my story. But only if they asked. And only if I was absolutely sure they were safe people who wouldn’t think less of me for having been so…. so awful. (pride!) And even then I kept it brief, barely touching on that ugly underside of the unabridged version.
Then God gave me a dream and with that dream a sense that this was more than a silly girl's hope-for-what-she-can-never-attain kind of dream. This dream wasn’t for me at all-
This dream for all the women who need to know that what He did for me and what He keeps doing for me He longs to do for them too. Every single one of them.
That got me thinking and writing excerpts and filling files of notes for the if, maybe, someday I might write what I came to call: The Whole Story.
Then God gave me another great gift: my granddaughter, Sunday. She came from an orphanage in Uganda just shy of her third birthday. And something happened as I first saw her picture. I cannot put adequate words to it except to say, I fell in love with her.
A love not brought by anything she did or said or any way she acted. A love given by the Father. The One who rescues little girls and grown women. The One who rescued me.
So I wrote my story. The Whole Story.
And as I wrote I pictured Sunday. Sunday as a teenager, then as a young woman. Sunday as a mother with her own children.
Because someday my grand-girl will need to grapple with her own story. And when she does I want her to know mine.
I want her heart to be prepared for hard things, for distressing stories— things that God never meant for any of us. Things that happen in real life— things like deafness and death, abandonment and hunger.
That story, my book, is coming in 22 days! I can hardly believe it. A dream come true.
I wrote my story for Sunday and for every woman who wants more— needs more— than this life can actually offer.
If that strikes a chord with you…
if you want your friend or daughter or mother to read a story of rescue— a story of longings met— a bad story with a happy ending…
Then might I suggest you pre-order it as a Christmas gift?
If you do pre-order my book (via Amazon) I will gladly send you this: A 3x5 card made up by Zondervan with a description of the book on the back.
That way you have something to wrap for your Someone-Who-Needs-This-Story. Or for yourself.
I’m kind of embarrassed asking. But then I think of all the women I love who really need to know what I learned the hard way. Women I love. Women so loved by the Father. And suddenly I find myself not embarrassed at all.
This is God’s story and it’s just so good, so… amazing that I want the whole world to know who He is and how He loves and what He offers to every single one of us— and maybe especially to those of us who don’t deserve it all.
Leave your name and address in the comments this week and I’ll send you as many of the book-cards pictured above as you’d like so you can wrap your gift for Christmas. Or let me know at email@example.com.
From a heart more amazed than ever at the goodness of God,
P.S. I read recently that Sarah Young, author of Jesus Calling, prays every day for those who are reading her devotional. I would love to do that for you too- so if you'd let me know you've ordered the book or who you've ordered it for, I'll pray that God will use my story to bring you closer to His heart.