I’ve decided to rename my blog. It’s a decision long overdue, because for quite a while I’ve known that the blog that I’m writing isn’t really the blog I started out to write as a promotional vehicle for my career as a literary author. This blog has become much more of a personal meditation journal about my own individual conversations with Christ. I had sort of stalled out over Christmas when I decided to face the reality that my success or failure as a writer has become of such secondary importance to simply sharing what it is about me that makes me who I am.

I believe in my work as a writer. I also believe that it will stand or fail on its own merits; I don’t need to explain it, write about writing, or try to promote the writing because I fear it won’t be a commercial success. The task of promoting my publications, when it becomes necessary, will be undertaken as part of the discipline and enthusiasm I have for my work.

This blog is about gushing about the Person I love. As an intensely private woman, sometimes I try to distance myself from the blog post, but I find that writing to generalizations dilutes the power of the message. Words become platitudes. What I also realized is that what is very personal can also become universal, because people care about real people.

I feel vulnerable talking about my life as my life, but perhaps this step of faith is simply another on the road toward complete fearlessness in Christ. Whatever good I’ve done in my life I can’t take credit for. The only reason I’m still here today is because Jesus first loved me. Every time I stop to think about how much He loves me, I start to cry. It is the truest, most real thing in my life. I am richly, deeply, and extravagantly loved.