This was my view last night, shortly before I typed my last keystroke. The One responsible for such extraordinary beauty was with me every step of the way.
Writing a book is not for the faint of heart, especially one written from a grieving widow’s perspective, but His grace continues to prove sufficient, and His faithfulness abounds, steady and unwavering.
Your prayers were evident throughout, bolstering me and allowing me to press on, when the pain of excavation weighed heavily.
There is no mistaking that what prompted this book is pain in its numerous and varied forms, but its resounding message is one of hope, freedom, healing, and celebration.
This book will be a chronicle of triumph, and a witness to the unparalleled mending and transformation that occur, when God is allowed unfettered access to all that has been rent.
And we, the grateful beneficiaries of His painstaking rescue and repair, will be furnished a new calling and commission that never would have been ours, absent the pain.
We can thank Him for what has been, as we anticipate what’s to come. We rest in the guardianship of a God ever faithful to redeem what He allows—a miracle maker and a wonder worker, indeed.