I've been remiss in developing and posting to this blog. In my zeal to make it perfect (my vanity rearing its ugly head once more), I've stalled out. As a result, not only did I not achieve perfection, I managed to achieve nothing at all. After a lot of thought, procrastination, and prayer begging the Lord to tell me what He wants me to do, I've decided that nobody except me and my vanity expects perfection--least of all our Heavenly Father Who knows just how imperfect I am. I think God was telling me to do something--anything--to open the floodgates.
So here goes.
To say that the Lord works in mysterious ways is probably the greatest understatement uttered anywhere in the universe. Sometimes He's so mysterious I don't even realize He's done something. Of course that's due more to my not paying attention rather than any attempt on His part to hide something from me. So much of what He does for us is lost to human beings because we stop looking for it. We take it for granted or we want something other than what He gives us (although He always gives us what's best for us--we're just too blind, busy, or stubborn to see it). So for the past few years, it's been a goal of mine to open my eyes, ears, mind, soul, and body to every little thing the Lord sends my way.
And He's sent an awful lot.
Blessings pile one on top of another until they spill down the side of the mound and begin to pile up again in another great heap of wonderful things. Sometimes I have to dig through my mountain range of blessings to recall the wonders He's granted me over the years. Some of them came disguised as disappointments, but lo and behold!... they sat there a while and turned into perfect answers to prayer. Others sit there with mysterious smiles; I can't wait to find out what role they'll be playing in bringing me precisely what the Lord wants me to have--which inevitably turns out to be much, much more than I ever asked for or could imagine.
One of His favorite ways to remind me of my blessings is to wrap them in humor. We human beings are a funny bunch and He's allowed me to see my shortcomings in a way that makes me laugh. That ability led me to write Misstep, a novel about flawed Christians trying their darndest to get along with others, fight danger and injustice, and live to laugh another day.
It's my hope that Misstep and its cast of flawed, funny, fervent characters will bring you pleasure. Check back often to find out more about this story. You'll meet the characters, learn about the setting (the tiny village of Road's End, Virginia), and maybe even see a little of yourself or your great-aunt Susan or your quirky neighbor or that guy down the street with the magazine-perfect yard in the residents of Road's End.
Here's to laughing with the Lord...