Life is the story. God is the author. Vision gave life to dreams. Although my manuscript was incomplete, my account was written in time.-Julie Barbera
As I reflect on my writing journey, I am thankful for this opportunity to share Cracked Mirror, Clear Reflection with the world. While I have a long way to go, I am reminded of how far I have already come. I must stay focused on the why behind why I started.
It’s an honor and a blessing to share my book with you. I hope that the reflections given to me will prompt you to reflect on your own life. My desire is for you to see your story in my story, and I pray that my journey becomes your journey.
This is how the story began…
Was I listening to God’s voice or was I unable to hear over the noise? Either way, He wanted my attention. I needed to lay some things down for a season. Perhaps then, I would hear more clearly.
My journey began with a paintbrush, pen and pencil. My manuscript was the tool. A story was written in time. I needed faith to believe.
Losing my voice left me like a painter without a paintbrush. Forced into silence, I unwillingly opened my art box and placed the paintbrush of vocal expression inside. I thought to myself, What will life be like if I can’t speak my mind?
In search of a tool to replace my voice’s paintbrush, I found eyes to see and ears to hear. More aware, I noticed a blunt pencil in the box. I turned to God and asked, “Why is this pencil so dull?” He responded, “That is the pencil I have been using to write on your heart. I have had to press hard to get your attention.”
At that moment, I exchanged my paintbrush for a pen. God and I began to write in unison. I had a pen in hand, and He held a dull pencil. But something was different. For the first time in my life, I was listening to my heart.– Excerpt taken from Cracked Mirror, Clear Reflection: Shatter an Illusion of Perfection, Julie Barbera (2019)
Enjoy the journey!