I left that place convicted. And I started telling my story. And it brought people closer to me, rather than pushing them away. Because you know what? We’ve all messed up! And the fact that I had messed up made me a real human being to the teens in our youth group. It made them realize that they weren’t the only ones who’ve messed up.
I started to feel guilty. Hadn’t I decided to serve God in a big way? Hadn’t I dedicated my life to helping teens by sharing my story and what I learned? Writing my little spy kid novel was totally selfish! I was turning my back on something “holy” and doing something that was more fun. And God knew it!
I’m the oldest of five. I grew up in Alaska. My dad built our house bit by bit as the bank account allowed. We didn’t have electricity. We didn’t have TV. Every time we went into town, I checked out a bag of library books. When I wasn’t reading, I was daydreaming. Most my daydreams […]