Yesterday I finally shared publicly about the new book — after being a little hidden and MIA for a while — and the response was incredible. So much encouragement, so much love, so many kind words. And I panicked. Not because I’m worried about sales. Not because I’m depending on this book to do anything for me. I just want God to use it. But if I’m being real, I panicked because I feel worn. Battered. A little war-torn. And for a moment, I worried that maybe the concept would come across as bitter or sad — not from a place of victory. Even though I’ve read it three times. Even though I spent...