Yesterday, I experienced seeing my book, Journey to Riverbend, on the shelf of a bookstore for the first time. There it was, the cover that’s been my computer wallpaper for almost a year, the cover that captured the heroine so well. When I first saw the cover, my reaction was “That’s a romance cover. I didn’t write a romance.” I soon learned that, indeed, I did. I may not have intended to but the story would not be the same without the romantic tension between the two leads.
Anyway, there I was in a bookstore and there was my book between Debbie Macomber and DiAnn Mills. Surrounding it were books by other writers I had read and studied as I worked on my craft. I was in the company of great authors, company that, at one time, seemed so far from the realm of possibility.
It was like seeing your baby for the first time. There it was, in the world. How will it impact the reader? What will the reader experience? Hope? Entertainment? Will it touch the reader’s heart? What is its future?
From the day I started the book, I had committed it to our Father’s hands. I prayed for Him to guide my fingers across the keys, to open my ears to receive critique and instruction, to improve the book so it represented what He wanted.
Now, it’s launched. Even more than ever, it’s in His hands. I pray it find the readers He wants. I pray it touches them the way He wants. I pray it brings Him glory and honor.