Writing for people I may never meet is not too different from sending out a message in a bottle.
I do it with trepidation, a dash of deliberate faith, and some real contentment to leave the results in God’s hands.
That doesn’t stop me, however, from looking forward to comparing notes with all of you once we get to heaven.
And then, sometimes, I get to hear from you in the here and now!
It’s not too late for thanks-giving, is it?
Good.
Because I’m thankful for you!
For Clara, who was the very first Boundless reader to write me a note.
For the many folks who simply sent along unselfish encouragement, including Alex, Christina, John, Mark, Hannah, Esther, Courtney, Talitha, Andrea-Elena, Jeanne, Sheree, Alice, Rael, Emma, Genevieve, Judith, Kristen, Emily, and Lyssa.
You encourage me to write authors who have served me.
I’m thankful for those who took the time to tell me how my writing affected them: Katherine, Dorcas, Jessica, Marie, Melanie, Nathanael, Jeremy, Elizabeth, Becky, Diana, Jen, Laura, Jason, Theresa, and Dan.
It was music to my ears.
I’m thankful for my fellow writers, who reminded me that I’m not alone: Suzanne, George, Anita, Kristyn, Danielle, and Natalie — and for Rachel, who was even willing to give me advice!
I’m thankful for Al, who suggested I read Desiring God — which not only refreshed me, but helped form the foundation for the joy and confidence in which I concluded “One Single Day.”
I’m thankful for Callie, who is praying for me.
I’m thankful for John and Mike, who are faithfully serving our country, and for Becky, Jennifer, and Johanna, who share my love of Israel.
I’m thankful for the many who willingly shared their stories, including: Dennis & Kristi, Dan & Pari, Don & Ellie, Mark & Liz, Shigeko, Bria, Anna, Sarah, James, Ariana, Kayla, Brandon, Joseph, Emma, David & Jonne, Kate, Gretchen, Chad, Blake, Peter, Kendra, Rachel & Gabe, Jason & Heather, Jeremy & Trina, Anthony & Tracy, Marie, Melissa, Dave & Pat.
Of course, there are many more to whom I’m indebted.
Most of all, I’m thankful for my Abba, who does all the creating, teaching, transforming, loving, and leading around here.
He’s good, isn’t He?