WHEN I SURRENDERED MY LIFE at age 42, to the One Who loved us first, I had no idea what was supposed to happen. I honestly did not want to wind up on a street corner with a tambourine.
Right away, God began to work in a way I could only see with opened eyes. After two years of focused prayer about the way ahead, I was able to move to the mountains of North Carolina and begin the journey of writing a novel (my known destination since the age of 10). I had notes, I had a sort of outline about the mountain inn in which it would all take place. Surely I could make this happen.
But it didn’t happen. No effort was enough.
I realized I had never given my work to God. I realized my Inn story was a thin story. It would not, by any endeavor, become animated.
Now I was ready to surrender my work to him. I had to learn, as Joni Mitchell said, to peel the onion–all the way down to the heart’s core, from which I wished my work to flow. I knew then that I would not write only for entertainment and for the like-minded. But for those who had not yet stripped down before the throne of grace. To put it simply, I discovered a lot of love at the heart’s core and it was completely crucial that it be shared.
I am deeply grateful to have a devoted following of believers, and just as grateful for the many others who join this divinely-inspired circle of love when they open a Mitford book.
