This is a month of gratitude. Of thankfulness. Some people wait till Thanksgiving while others post a note of thanks every day. The past few days, I’ve been filled with gratitude when contemplating my role as a writer.

I’m grateful for my fiction readers. Oh, how I am thankful for you. I knew from the start that this would be an adventure for me, a reluctant (terrified) protagonist, but you all have blessed me with words of your own.

“Lisa, I’m teaching your book again! Can you visit with my students?”

“Lisa! I had three reluctant readers who devoured your book. Two of them gave me their money to buy them the second.”

“Lisa, you can do this. Keep at it! My daughter needs to read the rest of this story.”

“Lisa, I’m praying for you.”

I’m moved to tears when I think of all of you who brought me through this process not for my sake but for the sake of the Message that Simon and so many like him need to hear. It’s been six months since Revealed was released, and only now have I been able to take a breath and look back on the experience with the utmost gratitude.

I’m grateful for composers. Writing poetry is one thing. Writing poetry that is then placed in the hands of another to be arranged and then sung by still others . . . that’s another. Collaborating with hymns is a gift that I cherish. I’m thankful for skilled artists who craft music around my words, giving them a shape and a life beyond what I could give them.

I’m thankful for editors. Editors who ask. Editors who enable. Editors who push. Editors who coax. I’m an editor too, and that only deepens the gratefulness I feel when I think of the editors who have helped shape my writing—and me.

I’m thankful for writers. Let’s be real for a minute here. Writing is tough. It can be heartbreaking and vulnerable and maddening and countless other things all at once. It sure is nice that I don’t have to do this alone. After all, I have a hunger for writing that can’t be satisfied with anything else. So during the highs and lows, I’m thankful that there are others who understand.

I’m thankful for you. Yep, you. Thank you for reading my blog. Thank you for spending the time to care about what I have to say. There’s a good chance we know each other, and I’m so grateful for the opportunity to share in this experience with you. Whether you’re a family member who endures all my panicked moments and endless reflections or whether you’re a reader of my writing who came up to say hello in person the other day (hey!), I’m terribly thankful for you.

I’m thankful for the Word. I can’t think of a better reason to write than to use my own words to point to the Word made flesh, the center of the Holy Word, the final Word when it comes to my salvation—and yours. Words will never convey my gratitude for this perfect gift.


There is so much to be thankful for, and that includes you. A few months from now, when the focus on thankfulness is replaced by something else, know that I think of you often.

Thank you.