I remember sitting at the kitchen table, my husband to my right, as we finished dinner and casually talked about our day. I was fidgety and nervous, ready for the meal to be over so we could cut the distraction of food and focus on what I needed to share with him.
“Honey?” I said in a small voice. This is often my husband’s first indication that I have something “serious” to talk about—my voice is rarely small. I told him I wrote something that I’d like to submit for consideration in an upcoming book being published by my writing community—Redbud Writers Guild. First, however, I wanted to read it to him and receive his blessing.
In the days leading up to this moment, I had been emailing back and forth with my best friend, who had received the very first version of my piece. She talked it over with me and made edits, suggestions, and reminded me of the bravery and goodness she saw reflected throughout my story. Now it was time to share it with my husband.
I’ll remember the moment forever, I think. We sat at the kitchen table, the light of day fading, and I read straight from my computer screen. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, which somehow made me feel comfort rather than fear. I was telling him the story of my deepest heartache—one that took place before we even knew the other existed. It felt strange talking about the pain from a love I had before this love. And, at the same time—holy.
After I finished my piece, tears rolling down my face without pause, I looked in the eyes of this man I love so deeply and awaited his response. Before he even said a word, he was speaking love. It was his presence, his eyes, his hand on mine.
“I couldn’t be more proud of you,” he said, confidently. “This is amazing.” And then I sat in his lap as I cried big tears of gratefulness—for him, for my story, and for healing (so much healing).
On April 25, Everbloom is being released into the world. It is a compilation of stories written by women who have experienced transformation, found their voice, stepped into healing. Mine is only a chapter in a book rich with honesty, faith, and grace.
I am a writer because I believe our stories have the power to encourage, strengthen, and bring healing to each other. When I hear of the heartache you’ve faced and the grief you’ve overcome, I feel led into encountering and working through my own grief. Sharing our stories can invite a sense of belonging, deepen intimacy with loved ones, and help us all to feel a little more understood.
My husband and my best friend both knew the story I wrote about in Everbloom, but they hadn’t heard it told in such a way. Hearing it has invited them to know and understand me more deeply. You’ll know me better after reading it; maybe it will bring hope to your own story. I’m so very grateful for the process I experienced in writing this piece for Everbloom—that it is being published in this book is the cherry on top!
You can preorder your copy of Everbloom now. AND, fantastic news, I have a copy that I am GIVING AWAY!!!!! FOR FREE!!!!!!!!! (If you live in the United States. Sorry international friends.) If you share the link to buy Everbloom (via Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or CBD) on Release Day (April 25), you’ll be entered into a drawing to win Everbloom (+ an Everbloom mug! eeee!). Shares on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook all count! The more shares, the more entries you’ll get.
I believe in this book because I believe our stories can impact one another in good and mighty ways. May it be so.