Welcome to the Quietest Block Party on Earth

Right now, my book sales are like a small-town Fourth of July parade… in February… during a snowstorm… in Florida. The floats are ready, the marching band’s in tune, but somehow the crowd hasn’t shown up yet. And that’s fine—because I’ve read the memo: this is God’s parade, I’m just the guy walking behind the horses with a shovel.

I’ve got about five years and forty books to go before I reach the finish line He set for me. That might sound like a lot, but Noah had 120 years to build the ark, and at least he didn’t have to stop to figure out Shopify shipping rates.

Here’s the thing—when you believe in the Sovereignty of God, you stop checking the clock and start trusting the calendar. If you’re reading this, it’s not random. Either you meant to click here, or God took control of your mouse and said, “You’re gonna want to see this.”

So yes, the Author’s Corner might look like a ghost town now—tumbleweeds, creaky saloon doors, the whole Clint Eastwood soundtrack—but I know the Guest List. And when the crowd finally shows up, they’ll wonder why there’s no parking left.

Until then, I’ll keep writing what He tells me, how He tells me, when He tells me—because my Boss has a very strict policy: deadlines are eternal, but payoffs are forever.