Orchestrating a Return from the Battlefield
I became so engulfed in my own story that I failed to recall who the true Author is.
It was an unusually warm spring morning in May of 2014. The sun was rising as I opened my windows to the fresh Maine breeze, letting the salty tang of the ocean fill my lungs with a fragment of peace. It was my habit to rise an hour before anyone else so I’d have quiet time to pray before the chaos of family life stirred and awakened: teenagers off to school, husband off to work, me preparing for my own day of home office tasks.
I was deep in prayer, beseeching God for help, wisdom, clarity, patience, perseverance and grace regarding both my writing career and my marriage. It had been six years since I’d said “I do”—six tumultuous, chaotic, confusing years.