Let me take you back to the conception so I can get your full sympathy. It’s been quite awhile since the idea was conceived that I should write a book. Morning sickness quickly followed. Carrying this baby idea for so long wore me out. My back hurt. My feet swelled. I wanted to eat for 2 or 4 or 6. Or not eat at all.
But once I embraced this infant concept, I began writing. And writing. And writing. Deleting. Copying. Pasting. Writing. Deleting. Well, you get the idea. After so many years of carrying this growing “book baby” around, I got tired. Put it on a shelf. Tried to forget it.
Until recently. I felt like pushing a bit. Kept pushing. Had a birth coach, Dwayne by name, standing by urging, “Keep pushing. It’s almost here!” So I pushed. I cried. I told the coach to back off because this birth wasn’t going to happen. But he wouldn’t let me stop. The coach stood on one side and my husband stood on the other and they cheered me on. See Jane pant. And push. And deliver.
My book I WILL NEVER should be available at Amazon.com next week, just in time for the Focus on the Family broadcast on June 18, 19. Check Focus’ website for time/channel. Pray as my testimony goes out once again about the faithfulness of our God.
Every woman in labor has asked, “Why would someone do this more than once?” I have asked the same question in recent weeks. But there is another book coming soon. It’s a fictional account about Mary’s mother, entitled, Jesus Called Me Grandma. I’ll keep you posted on it’s birth. Meanwhile, I’ll keep pushing.
But this time, I want an epidural.