This all came out of a conversation I had with my husband the other night. I mentioned to him how one of my old favorites, Redeeming Love, which I read years ago and have recommended to many readers, has been pelted with criticism. The fire has come from both sides, Christian and non-Christian alike. When I first heard of this, I was indignant. “What fault could one possibly find in Francine Rivers’ classic which practically was the catalyst for an entirely different *and better* style of Christian fiction?”
In that home where I belong, I will not mark time by tragedies. I will not mark time at all. I will bask in the good, of a day without night, of joy that falls not between sadness but instead of.
So, if you’ve been following me on social media, you know it’s been a little over a year since I published my fourth book. Ever since then (and even before then!) I’ve had people ask me, “So, what are you gonna write next?”
But they have learned to keep going. They have embraced a new love and new life, a new family and new everything. They are strong. They are brave. They are resilient and courageous. They have gone through something terrible that would devastate even the strongest of adults, yet, they are thriving and growing. They are filled with hope and joy and they bring it to those around them.
I needed that uncomfortable, chair-squirming slap in the face. I needed that warm hug of a reminder. I needed those ropes untied - again.