It feels like I’ve been yammering about this book for six years straight. I promise, it’ll stop eventually, just as soon as we get this puppy onto the book store shelves and sell a few thousand copies. {wry smile}
Seriously, though, can I say thank you, thank you, thank you for sticking with me, encouraging me, supporting me and pulling me up and out of the ditch of despair over the course of this long and winding road? I quite literally could not have done it without each and every one of you, and I cannot possibly express how grateful I am to you for that.
So Spiritual Misfit: A Memoir of Uneasy Faith
The doorbell rang yesterday, and when I saw the cardboard carton on the front step, I couldn’t imagine what it contained. That’s just about how every step of this publishing process has been all along – one surprise after another. I slit the box open with the kitchen scissors and was shocked to see a whole stack of books — real books, like you find in Barnes and Noble and your public library! — with my name on the cover.
When the kids got home from school they celebrated with me for 6.5 seconds and then went to play MineCraft. We have our priorities in order around here, you know.
It’s been my prayer from the start that this book will be a beacon of hope for the ones, like me, who feel a little lost. For the ones who don’t know about this God business or can’t really see themselves believing or can’t make heads or tails out of the whole faith thing. And so, in light of that, I would humbly ask that if you know someone in that camp – a wanderer, a skeptic, a questioner, an outright unbeliever – perhaps, if the Spirit moves you, you might consider sharing this book with her or him? Because I know for a fact that God goes after that one lost sheep, even when he has a full pasture of ninety-nine. And you never know what will trigger someone to turn toward God.
Thank you, friends. Thank you.
Oh, and by the way, I feel compelled to tell you that I felt like a complete and utter buffoon taking these pictures of my own book yesterday. At one point Brad walked into the sun room while I was on my knees, camera in my lap, struggling to get the paperback book to stand upright on the blue table by itself. {I finally put a vase behind it} He didn’t say anything, but I knew what he was thinking: “Okay. This has officially gotten out of hand.”
