I have always felt the hand of God. In 1991, God said, "You have a book to write." For years, my flesh wrestled with the idea. In 1999, God sent me on a spiritual journey to Hawaii, "my heaven on earth." In heaven, I walked and talked with God. The beautiful rainbows reminded me of His promise and He reminded me of the book I had to write. Uncertain what to write, I acknowledged Him and He directed my path. I vividly recalled my childhood memories, so I entitled the first attempt, "The Fruits of My Labor." However, my faith was immediately tested when a thief burglarized my home and stole the laptop that housed the book. The devil is a liar. God said, "Someone stole your laptop, not your memories." I humbled myself, started over and patiently waited on God. Through many trials and tribulations, He never withdrew His hand. In 2007, sixteen years after God said I had a book to write, I couldn't sleep for "7" days straight. The last day of my test measured perseverance. I experienced "hell on earth" like never before. I called saints and family members to pray and fast with me until the midnight hour. The battle lasted all day and before midnight, my elder and a minister came by and prayed with me. I slept hat night. The next morning God said, "Write" and I willingly obeyed His voice. He revealed my past, present and future as I birthed the 7 Days in the Fire chapters in one day. Biblically the fire symbolizes judgment; the number "7" speaks of completion, finishing, and rest. My soul is at rest. God's outstretched hand brought me out of the fire as pure gold.