“I’m an author”, I replied when asked what my job was. Wow…that felt good. Sixty-six years in the making of that dream. I recently completed my first book, Repurposed Faith, the solo writing flight that left my emotions soaring. The experience reminds me of a plaque my dad sold in his Christian bookstore for years…” God is my co-pilot.”
Ready God? Ready to fly this thing?
Then I had one of those tapontheshoulderfromtheholyspirit moments. A gentle and quiet whisper to slow down and be careful.
Remember all of those blank pages when you were writing that book and how you cried out to Me to give you My words?
Remember how I imprinted those words on your heart, spilling them onto the pages before you?
Remember where your true identity lies?
Remember who you promised to give the glory to? And when you have done that, rejoice. I have fulfilled this dream in you! Jump for Joy and do a happy dance.
P.S. And maybe that plaque should have read “God is my pilot!”
Psalms 136:23 (NLT)
He remembered us in our weakness. His faithful love endures forever.