Realizing Our Greatness in Our Writing Part 3
I’m going home and tell my story…-Mahalia Jackson
Last week I learned the release date for my new novel, but instead of myself filling up with joy, I felt profound sadness and familiar bad thoughts. It reminded of my feelings one night a week after I had given birth to Selah. Fear. Loss. Weakness. I had held her in my arms watching her looking at me, so soft, bright eyed and beautiful and then asking God. Who am I now? Can I do this, be a mother? Can I really do this? I thank God for that moment. Because as I sat at my desk feeling the same way all over again, I knew I was at a new moment time for me. And because God answered me then, I didn't have to ask Him this time. I just had to prepare myself for what I also know I need to prepare some of you for. Your move to a higher place for The Master.
