And if you happen to be in or near Dallas, I'd love to hang out with you this Tuesday at the James Robison show. If you missed how you can get free tickets, click here to read my announcements from yesterday.
Today, my friend Rachel is having a linky thing where you can write a post about pleasing God. I think it pleases God when we pursue the dreams He's tucked in our heart. So... here goes.
A couple of summers ago, Holly and I were vacationing with our families and decided to go for a run early one morning.
Since we were at the beach and in an unfamiliar setting, we needed to plot our course. We set our sites on a water tower in the distance and decided to make that our goal.
We wouldn't stop running until we were standing beside the water tower.
It wasn't long before my legs and lungs started protesting. They were sending lightening bolt pleas to my brain to stop and stop now. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Stop!"
I wanted to stop.
But much to the dismay of my sweating body, I wanted to reach my goal more. We pressed on though the water tower seemed FOREVER away. There were no short cuts or easier routes. It would require step by step determination. Putting one foot in front of another and making the decision to refuse to quit.
Never has a water tower come so slowly.
But it did eventually come.
We were soon in its shadow.
Then we were right beside it.
And then we ran by it.
Reaching our goal was so invigorating, even my legs and lungs gave the thumbs up to keep going. We ran all the way to end of the road and turned and looked back.
No one step had been more important than another. Each step served a purpose. Each one was necessary to get us to the goal and beyond.
As we turned and headed back, I realized how much that morning run mimicked my life's journey toward the dream of writing a book. There were many times my insecurities or my feelings of inadequacy screamed out for me to stop.
At times the goal of seeing a real book with my name on the cover seemed so far away. So illusive. It was not easy and there were no short cuts. Just the decision to embrace each step as necessary and refusing to quit.
Then one day, I lifted up a book with my name on the front cover. And as sweet as the shadow of a dream come true was, I just couldn't stay there. I kept on running. And smiling. And dreaming some more.
Do you have a dream tucked in your heart?
I suspect you do.
Sweet sister, bring your dream, whatever it is, back out into the light of day and press on.
I once had someone ask me what was the one thing I did that finally helped my dream of getting published come to pass.
To be honest, I can't say one thing.
Each part of the journey was essential. All the rejection letters. All the prayers. All the soul searching to check my motives. All the input from family and friends. All the studying and reading and researching. All the discouragement and all the encouragement.
It was all part of it.
Step by step.
And looking back, I wouldn't have it any other way. After all, it was never really about getting a book published.
It was about gaining a deeper relationship with God along the way.
If by any chance your dream is writing book or speaking messages God has tucked in your heart, I'd love for you to consider coming to a conference called She Speaks. I'll be there teaching several sessions like "How to Write a Book" and "The Power of a Story."
Plus many Christian publishers, agents, authors, speakers and women's ministry directors will all be there to help you follow after your dream. If you'd like more information, you can click here.
Tomorrow, I'm going to tell you about a contest I'll be having next week to give away some She Speaks scholarships. So stayed tuned...











