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 that will feature 25 excerpts. This is a sample!
I'll keep you posted as we progress!
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Yesterday my husband came by to read over our divorce decree. 50 pages of who gets what, child support, visitation, and a form that prohibits one parent from taking the child out of the country without the others consent.
He signed. I signed. He cried. I cried. We hugged goodbye. And then it started to rain. Seriously, just like in the movies. A few hours later the rain stopped and the sun came out, all bright and beautiful. I was running an errand when I saw a double rainbow in all its glory. A first for me. I felt a glimmer of hope.
I'd planned to read a funny book that night. Anything to stay positive, but I opted for watching the movie Red, with Bruce Willis. I really love that movie, and I wasn't in the mood for laughing. Afterward, I crawled into bed and half wondered if this whole divorce thing is a bad dream and any minute I'm going to wake up, late for work.
This morning I prayed from my bedroom closet, a place from which I talk to God when sadness closes in. Hannah, my yellow Lab, joined me as usual. So there we were. Me, the dog, and God. Not much was said. Some days are like that. What matters is, in the smallest of gestures, I presented the contents of my heart's cry to Him. I can't help but think He's sad about it too.
How about you? Where do you go to cry? Do you believe God cries with you? I sure do.
You're not alone,
Published on Sunday, March 16, 2014 @ 10:05 PM CDT