It has long been my belief that God places the right people at the right time in our lives. Now, it appears, that is true of books too.
Years ago, I started writing Rudolph, a Child’s Love Story as an effort to come to terms with an unhappy childhood. After finishing the book, I thought I had but somehow, even though I felt I understood, something seemed missing. Like Hannah Ryan of Waiting for Morning, I still lived in a dark prison of my own making. But why?
I didn’t realize that true acceptance and peace requires forgiveness.
In Waiting for Morning, Hannah loses her husband and first born daughter through a drunk driver. She nearly loses her surviving daughter through her consuming anger and hatred of that driver.
The author compassionately and insightfully crafts each of her characters to the point where I felt like I understood and cared about all of them.
Be sure to read this book with a box of tissues nearby.
I received this book free from WaterBrook Multnomah in exchange for my honest review.