Which author would you love to have dinner with?
Without hesitation, my answer would be Michelle McKinney Hammond.
Not because I believe she has all the answers.
But because throughout the years, her words have encouraged me to ask better questions.
She has a gift for writing about faith and relationships with both honesty and compassion. Her books never made me feel like I was being lectured. They felt more like conversations with someone who understood that healing, waiting, and trusting God are rarely simple journeys.
If we ever shared dinner, I don’t think we’d spend much time talking about publishing.
I’d want to talk about purpose.
About becoming before receiving.
About contentment in seasons we didn’t choose.
About marriage, singleness, disappointment, and the quiet places where God does His deepest work.
I’d want to ask her how she continued trusting God’s timing when life didn’t always unfold according to her own.
And before the evening ended…
I’d simply want to say thank you.
Because the greatest authors don’t just write books.
They leave pieces of themselves behind.
Their words become companions during seasons when we feel lost, reminders that someone else has walked the road before us and found God faithful.
Then, just before dessert arrived, I’d ask one final question.
“What’s one truth you know now that you wish you had understood thirty years ago?”
I have a feeling her answer wouldn’t just stay with me.
It would change me.
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