There is Hope When We Share…
One of the great opportunities I have as a writer, is meeting other writers. I get to share in the lows they feel when it seems no one is listening but also the highs of book launches! Today I am sharing a review of my friend Susan B. Mead‘s book, Dance With Jesus – From Grief to Grace. I mentioned it in an earlier post and I wanted to share a bit more about it.
Losing a child must be the most agonizing pain ever experienced in this life. It’s just not in the right order. We are not supposed to bury our kids, they are supposed to bury us. It’s unnatural. As I have listened to the heartbreak in the voice of mommas who walk this path, as I have looked at the pain that still crosses their face, my heart hurts. This is an exclusive club. One that has all too many members and one that we all pray that we never be placed on it’s roster.
For some, their path to healing is to share that hurt, those feelings, those thoughts that invaded their sleep with others who were flung violently into the darkness of being the survivor. Quoting Susan, “In my darkest moment and deepest despair, I turned to the story of OTHERS who had walked a similar path. And saw HOPE. If they could, surely I could…”
The book begins with Susan as a child and this quote from her mom is one that Susan has had to hang on to many times as she has walked through “the valley of the shadow of death” that survivors find themselves, “Hold His hand when you pray. He will hold your hand too. And you will feel His presence and power.”
This little book is a quick read. ” Grief can shorten the attention span,” it says, and it is designed to let readers experience Susan’s ups and downs as she navigates several family deaths, not just her son Kyle’s. Grief hits each one of us and can come from so many different directions. Meet my friend Susan.
Thanks for featuring Susan’s book here, Carmen. May the Lord bless her message and send it to more and more women who need it.
Blessings on your day and on your writing, friend!
Thanks for the introduction on this book. Grief is a personal and individual walk, but hopefully you are surrounded by people you love and respect to help cushion the waves. It is something we all experience at some level.
Oh yes. So individual. Thanks for stopping by friend.