I got to prove the Lord’s instruction one evening not long after that late night movie. I cook out of Gourmet Cookbooks, and I never cook the same thing twice. John didn’t like that; although he never said so directly. He just made comments like, “Did you pull this out of the sewer?” or “What kind of road kill are we eating tonight?” He got the kids laughing this way, and they would try to top his sarcasm. They were hilarious, those three, except that I enjoyed cooking, and I went to great lengths to cook a good meal, and so I was wounded by their antics. More than once I shed tears over their behavior. Often John went into the bathroom and spit his food into the toilet. The kids wanted to do the same, but I wouldn’t let them.
One night, maybe I wasn’t giving him the reaction he wanted, John went to the extreme of gagging and emptying his mouth back into his plate. I was standing by the kitchen sink, and I remember looking at him and thinking, “In comparison to God’s love for me, this is nothing.” In fact, for the first time, I wanted to laugh.
Writing has been in my blood, so to speak, but when I surren-dered my life to Jesus Christ and He told me to write, all my trepidations rolled away and I began in earnest! After all, if God Almighty says it was His idea that I be a writer, who am I to stand in His way? My hope is that you not only like what I write, but that your life is moved by it, and that your party to Jesus and with Jesus turns your life into days of Heaven on Earth.