I'm working on a non-fiction project called Bohemian Forgiveness: 5 Unconventional Paths to Forgiving What You'll Never Forget.
I have a literary agent. And submissions to publishing houses are underway. Meanwhile, a graphic designer is creating a collateral design to offer you a peak inside the manuscript.
copyright 2018. Ame B. Design
I apologize for the long break in blogging. My heart aches over the sudden departure of two loved ones. I do my level best to focus on what I am to accomplish each day as waves of emotion slam against a heart that kicks and screams to understand why.
I lie in bed at night. Stare at the ceiling. I shut my eyes, hoping to lasso the untamed "whys" as they circle my bed in mid-air. And then I remember. The eyes of the Lord do not slumber.
Some nights this is enough for me. I let my mind go. My body follows. I am asleep. Other nights, I find rest in knowing I am not alone. I am not at the mercy of godless insomnia. I am at the mercy of a promise. A promise to be held when human efforts fail. When the sheer intensity of loss overtakes me, I ask God--who created me to feel so passionately, to take hold of me. He does.
I can rest in the knowledge that He's alongside me--staring at the ceiling. I can.
"In returning and rest you shall be saved; In quietness and confidence shall be your strength" Isaiah 30:15b NKJV).
You are not alone,
Published on Tuesday, September 29, 2015 @ 7:33 PM CDT