When things in life take your voice or leave you without one, it can be a journey to find it again. Sometimes the words are wonky or you don’t even recognize the sound, but you keep trying.  And it is an interesting moment when you realize, Oh, I do have a voice.  Like with many things that are lost and grieved, you are never more grateful then when you  have them back.

So, that’s where I am.  In this wonky place of realizing that I have a voice.  That it’s powerful.  That it can be used for good.  Maybe the Lord is raising up women for such a time as this.  We are uniquely created (differently than men) to LEAD our generation against the injustices in the world today.

The lyrics to the song, You Make Me Brave have stayed with me, “For you are for us, you are not against us, Champion of heaven, you made a way for all to enter in.” I had been longing to hear a language spoken that released women to be whom the Lord created us to be, his image-bearers, his warriors. I wrote this book hoping to allow space for a different kind of conversation regarding this very important place of women in the church (all of us) and within the Big “C” church.

My second daughter starts first grade in the fall. One of the most important things she learned in kindergarten was a little mantra (that included motions) she would recite before reading every book, “This is the front of the book, this is the back of the book, this is the spine of the book, this is the title, this is the author, and this is the title page.” Every time.

About a week after I had showed her the cover of my book, she said, “Mom, I can’t believe you’re an author.”  It felt like a sweet, unexpected gift.

So, that did happen.  I wrote a book.  And it’s available! You can also find it at westbowpress.com.  Let’s have the conversation together.