When Launch Day Feels Like Laundry Day

Christian Living

Jun 10

I wake up to the sound of my son’s alarm and the weight of a to-do list I never wrote. There’s no champagne. No confetti. Just a limp backpack, a half-packed lunchbox, and a boy with a broken leg who needs help to the shower. I shuffle through the motions: walk the dog, toss laundry in the machine, feed everyone, including myself. Barely. And somewhere in between the coffee and the crumbs, it hits me.

Today is launch day.

Not just any day. Deborah’s day. The day a story of bold faith and holy fire enters the world. And yet here I am—hair half-dried, inbox already filling up, no launch checklist in sight. So I sit at my desk and whisper, “Okay, Lord. Where do I begin?”

I start with what I remember:

Turn on Amazon ads
Post something on socials
Blast the email list
Update the links
Don’t forget the mobile version
Breathe

Meanwhile, real life doesn’t pause. My freelance inbox is buzzing. Clients need quotes. Files need reviewing. My day job needs an email blast by a certain time. It all feels urgent. Everything, except my heart. But eventually, it all gets done. Or done enough. And I exhale.

No launch party. No livestream. Just me and God at the kitchen counter. And honestly, that’s enough.

I sit in stillness and offer Him what I have. I thank Him for the work He gave me. For the words He entrusted to me. For the father who helped me bring them to life in rhyme. I tell Him I’ve done what I could, and I trust Him to do what only He can.

Because here’s what I know. This book is anointed. Not because I am. Not because my dad is. But because God’s Word is. t teaches. It convicts. It comforts. It cuts to the heart.

That’s what this book is—Scripture, set to rhyme. A story told so children (and maybe their parents too) can hear the voice of God in a way they understand. The words are already powerful. We’ve just made them more accessible.

So I let go of the pressure to prove anything.

If one child feels courage rise in their chest because they met Deborah in these pages, that’s enough. If one mom wipes a tear while reading aloud and thinks, this is the story I needed too, that’s enough.

I’ve learned something over time: obedience is success. Faithfulness bears fruit. The rest belongs to God.

Even now, as I try to celebrate, I feel the battlefield stirring under my feet. There’s a war in my own life. And I’m no stranger to trembling knees.

But I think of Barak. Standing before 900 iron chariots, pitchfork in hand, wondering how God is going to come through. And I remember Deborah’s voice saying, "Go." She didn’t say it because she had a strategy. She said it because God had spoken.

And He’s still speaking.

So I go. I stand. I tremble. But I trust. And I believe that the same God who turned the battlefield to mud and brought the enemy’s wheels to a halt will fight for me too.

This is Deborah’s story. But maybe it’s yours too.

Now available on Amazon:
Deborah the Prophetess: A Rhyming Bible Story of Bold Faith, Wise Leadership, and Trusting God