When I was about ten a group of singers from the local Christian University came to sing at our church. My parents bought their tape and I listened to it all the time. One of my favorite songs, and the only one I remember from that tape, was Joshua fit the battle of Jericho.
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
and the walls came a tumblin' down
It is funny the things you remember.
On my way home from my Radioactive iodine treatment at the end of July I was listening to the radio. The song that came on was Healing Begins by Tenth Avenue North. As I sat and listened to it three words came to mind, a title for a book, I wrote them down.
Before I went into the hospital a friend of mine told me that God had books for me to write. I left the hospital not having written anything worth the time it took to type it. I was feeling like I had come up short on the way home when that song came on. In fact I have been feeling like I am coming up short for the last few months. When the title popped into my head it felt God sent. I didn't have anything else, but I had a title.
Since then I have kept thinking about how I am going to write this story. Is it going to be my story, or will it be a fictional story with some of me thrown in? I still don't know, but I have a title:
I am Jericho