I shall be very bold today and share an exciting project that the Lord has allowed me to work on. As with most of the projects that God allows me to begin, I don't know where it will end up. I shared a few weeks ago about my teenage passion (obsession) of writing and how the Lord had to take it away for a few years. This year, He has allowed me to work on my first big writing project since I was probably fourteen. This project has taken the title of Where Faith Grows. I am grateful that the Lord allowed me to finish the first very, very, very rough draft in eight months and am now waiting for about six months (trying to follow the idea from my friend) before diving in to do some editing. Some SERIOUS editing!
But for the fun part: the cover!!! I played around with designing the cover a few months ago and this is what I came up with:
I originally liked it, but after a few months of setting, thought it was too dark for what I really wanted. So I attempted a revamp and this is what I currently have:
As always, I welcome your honest opinion! I have fun getting ideas from published covers (sh! but romance books have my favorite covers! [I don't endorse reading them]) but also realize that I'm still in the rough when it comes to learning layering, etc. So any tips are welcome!
Oh, and about the book . . .
One day, everything was going smoothly: Daddy at work, the rest enjoying their winter break. But the next day changed everything. Edith struggles to accept the adjustments she has to make, feeling the sacrifice of each day. She has to choose whether she will resist the struggles and suffer or allow God to use these struggles in her life to grow her faith in Him.
Excerpt from the rough draft:
"Yes, we must have faith the grain of a mustard seed," Levi continued, "But where does our faith lie? 'Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the Lord our God.'" Levi laughed lightly. "I guess in our case we could say, 'Some trust in potatoes, and others in good crops.'" He glanced at Edith but she only replied with a faint smile. After a moment of silence, Levi sighed again. "Well, I'd best get a hoe to the field." He thrust his hands in his pockets and sauntered off.
It's not really that funny. She could not think of an argument or find fault with what Levi had said. Then, another Scripture verse came to mine: For we walk by faith, not by sight. By sight, she saw a potato crop that was not yet planted nor guaranteed to grow, her daddy who now did not know how long before he could return to work, doctor's bills which were undoubtedly piling up every day Daddy's hospital stay was lengthened, and certainty in nothing around her. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. By faith. What did she see by faith?