At least four of my blogging friends are currently writing books.
Now, Old Debra would have been, like, "Must. Write. Book. Also." You know, to keep up. To be as good as. To compete (though she wouldn't have admitted that.)
But New Debra, the one God has spent 16 long, interesting years remaking, will not be writing a book just because her friends are. No. She did, though, ask God, "Are you sure you still don't want me to write a book?"
And well, He said, "No. No book. Not yet."
Hmm. So much for that.
Life is so much simpler when I do only those things God gives me the strength and desire and courage to do. Otherwise, it's all uphill, and frankly, I prefer level paths. In all areas, actually.
Besides, I've already written my book, my 'letter to the world,' as Emily D. put it.
You're reading it. Eighteen hundred posts, and counting, about my life. And unless God whispers otherwise, this will be it. This will be all. And this will be more than enough.
"Teach me your way, oh Lord. Lead me on a level path..." ... Psalm 27:11
He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.