Yesterday Gates, my 8 and 3/4 year old son, and I were relaxing on a couch reading.  Suddenly Gates says, “Mom, that’s so weird.  On your book, the author’s name is so much bigger than the title.  I thought it was the title!”  He was absolutely right and, for some reason, it struck me deeply.  Am I more focused on the title (i.e. the story I get to help tell with my life) or the author (me).  And am I really the author?  That’s what I’m walking with today.