Has God Ever Done Something Amazing Just for You?

This is my story. This is my song.

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He had only played four notes on the grand piano when tears began streaming down my face. It was as if God had reached down from heaven and wrapped me in an all-encompassing embrace. I knew that song was being played just for me.

I’d been giving lip service to writing a book for as long as I could remember. I had thousands of words in jumbled documents on my computer. I knew I had a story to tell but was clueless about what it was or how to tell it.

I took my first step toward realizing my dream when I signed up for Jerry Jenkin’s Writing for the Soul Conference. It was a Christian writer’s conference, and my life for decades was nowhere near Christ-like.

How would the people here treat me if they knew what I did for a living? I’d heard the words, “You can’t be a Christian and own a bar,” more times than I could count. And that was from non-Christians. I couldn’t help wondering if the attendees would embrace or shun me.

Mine was an improbable tale. I was a Christian woman who owned a historic biker bar, and I was married to an alcoholic. My…