That little burning bush that is the signature of the blog - it echoes Elizabeth Barrett Browning's words.

I began [blogging] because I have this handicap - I can't figure out my life or see God clearly unless I untangle my life again with words.

When you're most wounded by words run to the only Word that always brings healing.

The life that counts blessings discovers its yielding more than it seems.

God reveals Himself in rearview mirrors.

Maybe the man who said that his doctor had pulled him off Prozac because One Thousand Gifts and taking the dare to write 1,000 gifts was healing deep places in him and leading him to *experience* joy.

I was simply writing out our family stories in my online journal, scratching out what I want to remember, what I was wrestling out with God. Unbeknownst to me, two readers of the posts, both published authors, contacted their agent, Bill Jensen, within 24 hours of each other, encouraging him to drop me a line. Which he did.