The calendar confirms what I suspected when I woke yesterday morning: it was the official publishing date, June 1, 2014, of my first book – or any book for that matter!
Wow. No, really. WOW. WOW! How the heck did THIS happen? What the heck? Exactly WHO the HECK do I think I am?
I actually feel the urge to let myself giggle – just let that almost hysterical giggle that is bubbling up inside of me just SPILL OUT! Loudly. For a long time. I mean, who would have thought that I would be doing THIS? It really is a miracle whether you know it or not.
So am I. A miracle. A grateful miracle.
Let me cut to the chase, ok?
Not too long ago I was soul-sick and dying. Right there in front of people, I was bleeding out, gasping for an unrestrained breath, and grasping at anything that had the potential to ‘fix’ me. I needed something, anything, that would help me make it through the next moment, day or year without shooting myself or stepping out in front of an 18-wheeler barreling down the highway.
So grateful that the God of the universe listens to His people when they pray – and that prayer really DOES change things… and PEOPLE!
Love Letters from the Edge: Meditations for Those Struggling with Brokenness,
Trauma, and the Pain of Life
is the name of my book.
It’s co-authored with my friend and mentor, award-winning author Shelly Beach.
It’s not a ‘comfortable’ book because it deals with trauma.
And brokenness. And doubt. And hard questions.
But the name of the book speaks of love letters because after women give voice to the pain, lament and trauma of their life – God responds with words of TRUTH and LOVE. He speaks words of a Father who loves His children… most especially the wounded, sick and broken among us. He writes a love letter in response to our pain and questions – and still calls us His very own and continues to love us more than anyone ever will.
If you know someone who is struggling to ‘get it right’, but no matter what she does or how many promises she makes, she just can’t stop doing the things that harm her and cause her to walk in shame, she needs to know that there is HOPE. HOPE for wholeness and healing.
Hope for a good life when trauma, not symptoms, are processed.
Hope. Because there is God.
Check it out at www.LoveLettersFromtheEdge.com.