Dear God,
It feels good to be writing again. Friends and family are giving me helpful suggestions. Yesterday I wrote the first page of chapter one. I'm committed to writing a minimum of one page per day.
I'm starting at the very beginning. One of the favorite sentences I've written is this: "I gave up long ago as a child and God has been carrying me ever since." And indeed you have!
Like many people who grew up in a violent alcoholic home, my tendency to skim the surface of my childhood is very tempting. Going into detail is going to be hard even though I've shared my story dozens of times in different settings. Putting it down on paper feels exposing and frightening.
What will get me through this? It certainly won't be relying on myself or others. It's complete dependency and abandonment to your desire to have my story written. If I can keep that truth in front of me and remember all the times you've requested I do this for the past twenty years, I'll be fine.
Lord, please give me emotional and mental health to write just for today. Help me to write one word at a time, one paragraph at a time, for such a time as this. Let Your Presence be felt for you are the Great Healer.
Love your daughter,
Amy Kathleen
