The prayers we weave into the matching of socks, the stirring of oatmeal, the reading of stories, they survive fire.

Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant—a seed—this plants the giant miracle.

We live in a broken world - and for the life of me I can't get it all right. But Jesus takes all our broken messes and He makes them, by His grace, into a mosaic of grace.

We give thanks to God not because of how we feel, but because of Who He is.

So my blog wasn't about "platform" but really, it was everything you are not "supposed" to do in blogging.

All God makes is good. Can it be that that which seems to oppose the will of God actually is used of Him to accomplish the will of God?

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.