My husband, David, and I landed back home in Ohio sometime in the wee hours of the morning this past Saturday. While the doctor says David shouldn't expect to feel good for another couple of weeks, he is definitely on the mend. (I think I'm relieved that our motorcycle won't arrive until mid-July, so my macho-man won't be tempted to take it for a spin before his strength is sufficiently recovered.) Words can't adequately express my heartfelt gratitude for your prayers and concern. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I saw Jesus through you.
I do believe I'll limit my adventures to the fictional kind in the coming days. Can I get an amen?
Actually, I love it when a book transports me to another time or place. I love that "zone" I find myself in when I'm caught up in a good story. While we were waiting for our flight to board in Sacramento, I bought an ABA suspense paperback and started reading. I spent the next twelve hours racing through the streets of southern California trying to rescue a victim of kidnapping--even when I was physically seated in 10D somewhere in the skies over Iowa.
If books play such an important role in my life, which is filled with plenty of real-life excitment on any given day, just think of the void that inspirational stories fill in the lives of those whose only adventures come through reading. God calls us--as Christian fiction writers and editors--to serve the Kingdom in a unique capacity. When you need a special boost to keep you on task in your work, try to picture, in your mind's eye, an elderly saint who is homebound and no longer able to live out a real-life adventure. She waits for a story like yours to transport her, enthrall her, and lift her spirits. --skd