At the beginning of 2015, I marked off these words in my Bible and held them close to my heart. Then the year commenced, and a wild ride it has been.
Fair warning: excessive use of exclamation points ahead. Proceed with caution.
The Art of Losing Yourself became a RT Top Pick!
After a long, hard, rubble-strewn road, we welcomed our daughter home.
My fourth novel released!
We had to say a very sad goodbye to our Bubba Bear.
We celebrated my daughter’s third birthday on the earth, first birthday with us!
Brogan graduated kindergarten!
I wizened up and became a Mac person. 😉
I indie-published my first ever young adult book under the nom de plume, K.E. Ganshert!
Ryan and I celebrated our 11th anniversary!
My third book baby won a Christy Award!
I indie-published my second ever young adult book under the same nom de plume.
I got a handle on this hair thing. At least, sort of.
I signed another 2-book deal with Waterbrook Multnomah!
I won the TIARA! Y’all. This is no joke.
The final installment in my young adult trilogy released out into the world!
Brogan started first grade and lost a whole bunch of teeth!
He also asked Jesus to sit on the throne in his heart.
Miss Salima Bean was diagnosed with cerebral palsy and oral-motor apraxia (and continues to show us every day how determined, resilient, and strong she is).
I won a Carol, which was cool. Even cooler? Meeting one of my all-time favorite authors. Hello there Francine Rivers!
Salima became a U.S. Citizen and a Ganshert for life!
My second novella released!
I dabbled in Amish fiction!
That dabbling ended up on the ECPA best-seller list.
We dedicated our daughter to the Lord in front of our church family.
Oh, 2015. The Lord’s goodness, you most definitely showed me. And while the highlights were many, so much of it was just … real life.
I lost some friends. I made some friends. There were days filled with joy and many filled with stress. I got a whole bunch of new gray hairs. Became very familiar with the world of speech therapy and occupational therapy and individualized education plans. I cried tears and dried tears. I laughed a lot and prayed a lot and ate a lot of chocolate. On more days than I care to admit, I forgot to choose joy. I let tiredness or crankiness or stressed-out-ness or in-a-hurry-ness win. But God’s grace sustained, regardless. God loves me still, regardless. And through everything–the highs and the lows and the nitty-gritty in between of everyday life–His glory shines.
Here’s to having open eyes, open ears, and an open heart to God’s relentless pursuit of me in the year ahead. God’s relentless pursuit of you in the year ahead. Here’s to a fabulous 2016!
How did 2015 treat you?
Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, readers! I love you muchly!