The Lord told us to move back to California where we knew people. So, in May, in time for J.J.’s graduation from Bible School, we wrapped up our business in France and returned to California. We wanted to set up base in the gold country, having always wanted to live there, and after a few frustrating days of finding nothing to rent, Dan pouted, “See? I told you we shouldn’t come back. If the Lord wanted us here, we’d have a place to live.”
The next day, I took a drive, just Jesus and me. He told me where to go, arriving at a community I didn’t know existed, a little town called Cool. There I stopped by a Realtor’s office, and since I always try to check a person’s spiritual pulse, I discovered her to be a born-again woman. She said it would be a joy to find something for me.
She called the next morning saying the Lord had wakened her in the night telling her the exact house to put us in. The builder had been unable to sell; she called him first thing that morning and convinced him his best option would be to rent. So, we moved into a tree house, imaginatively hanging down a cliff, suspended decks on both levels, surrounded by forest, peeking through the trees at the snow-capped mountains of the Sierras.
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.