I never signed up, exactly, to become an author and to plant
a church at the same time, all the while mothering four kids and trying to be a
good wife. In fact, I’ve spent years judging others for having too many irons in
the fire (confession time!). Suddenly, I’m meeting publishing deadlines and
preparing sermons and hoping my kids have eaten breakfast.
Joyce Meyer says it’s almost become fashionable to be too
busy. If that’s true, I’ll dress for comfort, thank you very much. But these
days, it seems I have no choice.
Some of my friends have expressed envy—they’d love to have a
book coming out, a ministry pedestal and the like. It is to those friends I
must continue confessing the truth:
