Confessions of a Christian...still.

About two years ago, I wrote a manuscript. "Confessions of a Christian". I wrote it in the middle of my biggest desert season ever. Ever. It was my only lifeline to hope for many months, and I felt like things just poured out of me. Things about community and loneliness and fronts and authenticity. Things that, I believe, we struggle with but don't talk about.

Am I the only one that feels like most Christian music is subpar to the rest of our musical options? Am I the only one that thinks it should be quite the opposite? What about finding cool Christians? Trusting people? Letting someone into your pain? Forgiving without the worry of it being accepted?

So I wrote that book. And I shopped it around to literary agents and I got a few bites. And I got one really BIG bite, but after a book proposal and a few weeks of discussions, my agent chose not to continue with publishing.

And now two years later, I am out of the desert. But I still go back and visit that place. Probably too much. I look back too much, I revisit it too much, I think about it too much. But I still see relevance in this little book I wrote, and I'm going to release it on our blog. Chapter by chapter. You already got chapter one. If you're anything like me, you struggle with those big questions of living in this world as a Christian and what the heck we are supposed to do.

I'm hoping for hope. And I am hoping that you will respond with those three little words that are the most powerful words I know. "Yeah. Me too."

-Liz