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Chana Keefer
This whole crazy journey was birthed in prayer. At a crucial juncture in life when I was, admittedly, quite angry with God, I began praying every day for an hour first thing out of the sack. Sounds very spiritual. Actually, I was calling God out. I committed to show up every day and, if He didn’t, there was my answer.
For about a year I stuck to my vow to pray for an hour in the morning. Mostly, I was spewing venom and frustration toward God. When I finally ran out of steam, God began to speak back, sometimes in dreams, often by lighting up scripture that had been packed into my head throughout my church-going upbringing, and even with actual wisdom that would pop into my head and blow my ever-lovin’ mind.
Eventually, this morning habit became a flow. I would wake from a significant dream or God would have a phrase in my head before I even opened my eyes. I would scribble in my journal then sneak out of the still-sleeping house to research and type on my laptop and continue the flow at our neighborhood coffee shop. When I returned home to fix breakfast and homeschool our kids, the creative sessions made for a much more contented wife and mom. Writing became wonderful therapy. As one who always thrived on adventure, I could take a trip and never leave the farm!
I have learned God doesn’t care much for comfort zones. All of my writings–from inspirational romance where a young woman stands for Christ even when faced with incredible temptation; to the retelling of pre-biblical days through the eyes of a faithful angel who was once best friends with Lucifer; to stories of ghosts that aren’t really ghosts, and the memoir of a truly fearless missionary—God has stretched and challenged me and obliterated my comfort zone of safe, people-pleasing religiosity. To quote from C.S. Lewis’s Narnia tales: “Safe? Of course He isn’t safe! But He’s good.”
For the past seven years, life has turned up the heat. Both my parents passed on to Heaven. Close on the heels of that gutting loss, we found ourselves fighting a life-or-death struggle for the health of one of our children. Often, the fight has been so intense, my faith in our loving God felt shattered beyond repair. But He is faithful and always so kind. Our Heavenly Father is so gentle when we are broken. Through it all, I’m more desperately hungry for and in love with our precious Savior than ever. True Wholeness and freedom is found only through Him.
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