The excitement of having a book, with my name on it, has not abated. I look at it and can’t believe it actually exists. All praise and glory goes to the Lord! It’s really weird because I know that my name is on it and that the Lord is the One who actually wrote it but lying on the couch and opening the pages it’s as though I’m reading it for the first time and someone else’s name is on the cover.

It’s hard to explain, but it really is as though someone else wrote it even though I know what the next chapter will say. It still feels as though I’ve bought a book at the store and I’m reading it for the first time. Memories that fill the pages swarm through my mind. I laugh at some of the dumb things I did and tears fill my eyes…