Recently, I've been thinking a lot about the why behind what I do. Why I direct shows. Why I teach art workshops. Why I write books.
Why was it important for me to tell Abigail's story? Why did it matter that I conveyed this point that God can take our broken dreams and turn them in to something beautiful?
Maybe because I've been on the receiving end of broken dreams...? Maybe because very little about my life is as I set out for it to be. Before I could graduate college, I had to come up with a five-year-plan. It was required if I wanted to walk the stage and obtain my degree in theatre.
So I dreamed up a five-year-plan.
And hardly any of it came to pass.
Because my plans were small. (Big in my own mind, but small compared to what God had for me.)
Writing is a solitary thing. I spend the majority of my time alone. With a computer. Talking to myself. As I am doing right at this very moment. And every time I finish a book, I send it out in to the world and hope that someone gets it.
And every once in awhile, I hear back from someone who does.
Last week, I received an email from a woman I haven't met who read Paper Hearts. It reminded me of the why. It's not about sales or reviews or a beautiful book cover, though all those things are so wonderful... it's about something bigger.
With her permission, I wanted to share what she had to say:
My dear friend,