The world of writing is opening doors that have never been opened. I am one who has been blessed to walk through the literary door and claim my place on the podium alongside literary giants. I see myself as a giant in a huge world where there are tens of thousands of people who wear the label ‘author.’ Yet, it is not a competitive spirit that I have when I hear this or read the statistics about new writers releasing books every day. Instead, I know that no one can write quite like me. Just as the word of God says, “I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” I am a unique creation and there is no one in all the rest of humanity that is like me. Therefore, the words that God gives me to place from pen to paper are unique. My story can only be written by me. Knowing that I am one of a kind and uniquely created gives me a sebse of greatness and gratefulness. I am humble yet I boldly step forward with the best of the best and claim my space. A space in time that only God can give, and only God himself can ever take away. I am thankful by the very fact that God chose me to write and tell stories that pour out from Him, through my spirit and then the finished product is printed for all the world to read! I sit among the best of the literary divas. I fulfill a purpose that no one else can fulfill. I stand toe to toe with Morrison, Angelou, Sheldon and Cooper, MacMillan and Harris. I believe that there is a calling on my life to write, to speak, to share, to reach, to tell and to spread the words in the form of books. A book never dies. Though our human body decays, books, like our souls, live on. Somewhere, long after I have shed this earthly shell, my words will resonate in someone’s life. And even now, today, and on into our tomorrow, while I still wear this human shell, someone, somewhere will be moved, touched and enticed to read my books. I know it in my spirit. I have the calm assurance from the one and only one I believe is sovereign. Though bookstores and publishers say the shelf life of a new book is basically 3 months before it fades out and new books take its place, I thank God that I have read books that are hundreds of years old. One day, I believe that someone, somewhere will pick up one or more of my novels. They will read stories perfectly written and executed about imperfect people like me and you, and you, and you. They will find hope, acceptance, joy, peace. They will find that God truly is love and that crooked paths can be made straight again. One day, I believe that someone, somewhere will pick up a book by Shelia E. Lipsey and the answers to problems and situations in life will be answered. One day the world will see and read. New dimensions and being reached in the world of reading. A new path is being paved. A new road is being laid. And I am totally grateful to God for choosing me as one of his servants to carry out His purpose.