It’s easy for me to palpitate with worry over whether my book is funny enough, poignant enough, deep enough, spiritual enough. Does it have that well-balanced mix of personal anecdotes and takeaway for the reader? Do I have a point?
I know I can rest in this: this book is ME enough. God made me the writer that I am. He gave me my voice, my words, my experiences. Not someone else’s, as eloquent a writer they are. He is whispering in my ear as I write, telling me the words to share and the style in which to share it. I only need be available and present, doing the work of tap-tapping on the keyboard.
This book is His. He can do with it what He will.