Counting the Cost

The cost of my writing and publication of my memoir, I Say A Prayer for Me?

I lost what little was left of the volatile relationships with my mother and brother. Both abhor the mention of my name. It is my understanding that most others in my family, whisper, “I’d rather not talk about it. You got to read it for yourself.”

Perhaps the only thing that spared my relationship with my dad was his death before the book’s conception.

If given the opportunity by some freak of the cosmos to slurp back every word in a warp-speed rewind into nothingness, would I?

Emphatically, “No.” I have no doubt that God predestined me to survive and thrive everything that I lived through thus far in order to write every word written and left yet to write. As well as, promised to meet every reader within the pages long before any of the manuscripts are completed.

The lesson in writing and publication of my memoir, I Say A Prayer for Me?

"Does the LORD delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices as much as in obeying the voice of the LORD? To obey is better than sacrifice, and to heed is better than the fat of rams. (1 Samuel 15:22)