When I signed the contract to my very first book deal, I was a little freaked out by the amount of words that were expected of me. It wasn’t really the writing that frightened me, but the amount of writing. I can pop out 1,000 words in less than an hour when inspiration strikes, but 60,000? I needed to be struck. Fast. That was a little less than two months ago. And tonight…tonight, I sit here in my study typing furiously to inform you that I’ve got less than 3,000 words to go. To say that God has been gracious to me would be the understatement of the year. I wish there was a camera recording me as I write so that you could see the facial expressions I make. It’s rather comical because I will be sitting with my laptop and all of a sudden I’ll get this incredibly cheesy grin on my face because this amazing idea came to me. I will then begin to chuckle because I’m more than certain that God brought the idea to my ever-forgetful self. (Trust me, I may remember birthdays but I forget what I had for breakfast.) (Oh, I had breakfast. Sister doesn’t miss a meal.) The words, they are coming. I know many of you have been praying, are praying and will keep praying for me as I continue to write the story that is still being written. I also appreciate your patience with me as I’ve poured my attention towards my book and less to my blog. It’s a season and I appreciate you. If I could encourage you where you are in life I’d tell you to trust the One who has the whole world in His very capable hands because he also has your world in them, too. He is faithful to His Word. Promise. I owe Him everything. Every breath I breathe. Every step I take. Every word I write. Everything.