This was never the original plan, but it is a most masterful rewrite.
On the list of things I wanted to be when I grew up, you’d find archaeologist, investigative reporter, actress, creative director, orphan care advocate, world traveler, and at one point even teacher. But you’d not find author on the list. Even now, as a book born from a tapestry of so many “things I wanted to be” stands on the edge of an invisible ledge and readies itself to soar into a big world, author seems a strange thing to be called. I’ve confessed before that I fancy myself far more a storyteller than a writer, and so I stand in awe of those who have next books in their hearts and minds even as they are writing their present ones.
Maybe I should rewrite my narrative a bit, lest agents and publishers and booksellers find me less than committed. As a storyteller I see fresh storylines forming, being set in well-placed boundaries by the Father of Story. Perhaps those new storylines will be shared in conversation over coffee on from a stage. Perhaps they shall find their home in a love letter. Or perhaps they, like my narrative, shall be rewritten to fit into the pages of a book’s chapter and verse.
No matter what they become, I pray the stories change the stories of others.
That’s what my book, One Woman Can Change the World, is filled with—stories that change stories. And it’s about the most precious story of all: God’s intricate and exquisite design of us. My story was and is being changed by the women you’ll meet in the book. And the fresh storylines forming? I do believe they’ll be the stories reclaimed and redeemed. My dream was to always share the stories with you. Getting to be an author to do it has been a most masterful rewrite.
