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.
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I'm not a fan of Valentine's Day. Not in the traditional sense. I have an insatiable desire to validate the brokenhearted. I light a candle each morning to acknowledge those who suffer and offer thanks for the hope we all have in Christ.
A Hallmark commercial recently boasted "We have a card for every occasion." Every occasion? I wonder.
What if you could purchase a card that speaks to the other side of Valentine's Day--like chocolate, sometimes it's dark.
Some circumstances crash up against you like violent ocean waves against stone walls. Some folks fear they will drown in the depths of their pain. I know. Fortunately, I'm blessed to have girlfriends with twisted senses of humor. When a girl's heart has been spectacularly broken, sarcasm is priceless. Sarcasm is underrated if you ask me. (For the record, no one's asked me.) My apologies to my pastor, who says Christians should avoid sarcastic remarks.
With all sincerity, sometimes inappropriate laughter is what's needed to get a girl breathing again . . . to know she's not alone.
Just the other day I called a friend whose shoulder I needed to lean upon. She listened to my spiel, then asked, "Wendy, what will tonight look like for you? What are your plans?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure it will involve hard liquor and the book of Psalms."
(We laughed out loud.) I didn't "drink." Come to think of it, I didn't even open my Bible. Rather, I talked to God the way I always do. I offered an honest confession of how I feel. Open to His tender reach. Safe in His embrace. Content with the absence of immediate answers to the tearful questions I pose.
So, this Valentine's Day I will pay homage to the brokenhearted by posting three highly inappropriate pretend cards. If you're easily offended, you have three options: (1) Don't read my blog that day, (2) Read my blog, then pray for my twisted soul, or (3) Complain about me to three friends. Start with something like, "I know this girl who really needs our prayers."
Disclaimer: If you do not see the humor in this, may I suggest something conservative? Check out the devotional Jesus Calling.
Relax. I don't have anything against Sarah Young. I happen to own a copy of Jesus Calling. It has a leather cover.
To be continued Valentine's Day.
Published on Tuesday, February 12, 2013 @ 12:13 PM CDT