Jo Bower's Blog

As I contemplate finishing a book about my spiritual journey, I begin to worry. The text is done. It’s being read by my editor and friend, whose red pencil bleeds all over my manuscripts. And I’m getting nervous.

When you write a book like this, there are no secrets left.

And I’m not sure I want people who know me and my family to know all my secrets. On top of that, I don’t want people to think of me as a ‘hero in faith’ or, on the other hand  some whining person telling how difficult the journey was. Yet my journey is one of those everyman or woman stories. It’s just that we don’t talk about it very much. 

Lots of people have dreams that are unfulfilled. Lots of people have bouts of depression to overcome. Lots of people are physically different from their peers at the time in life when kids are cruel to each other. Lots of people have image problems.

But not everyone has been rescued by music. Not everyone gets to live a life of service. Not everyone is surprised by God’s unexpected work in and through their life.

 Maybe I do have a unique expression of the everyman or woman story of dreams lost and found.

I’m still nervous, though. I guess I’ll wait and see what the woman with the red pen says.