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I don’t know about the rest of you but life has seemed pretty overwhelming these past few years. My normal coping mechanisms have flown out the window with the pace of it all (and things well out of my control… here’s looking at you worldwide pandemic), and I’ve been left floundering. And where I’d normally… Continue reading I Have Heard Your Cry
The hardest part of Bring Her Home to write wasn’t the cutting but what led to it. Not because I couldn’t picture it but because I could.While I don’t have physical scars like Eva, her fight is mine. The daily battle to keep going, keep fighting, keep choosing the truth when it’s so much easier… Continue reading Crown of Promise Devotions – Don’t Give Up
Bring Her Home is inspired by Jesus’ parable of the Prodigal Son (found in Luke 15:11-32) and while it’s mostly Evangeline’s story (ie, ‘the prodigal’), it’s also very much the story of a father’s grace and incredible love. Growing up in a Christian family where my second home was our church, I’ve heard the Prodigal… Continue reading Crown of Promise Devotions – Grace and the Prodigal
Like Eva in Bring Her Home, I want people to think I have it all together. That I’m strong, and confident, and unshakeable every hour of every day, no matter what life throws at me. Part of that comes from fear that they’d walk away if they knew the truth, part comes from pride and… Continue reading Crown of Promise Devotions – The Stained-Glass Window
In Bring Her Home, both Eva and Darrek have a moment where they have to make the choice whether or not to surrender. I won't tell you whether they do or not, because, for both of them, that moment is a huge part of their story, but writing it made me think a lot about… Continue reading Crown of Promise Devotions – That Surrender Moment
There are butterflies on the cover of Bring Her Home, butterflies on each of the chapter headings, and butterflies on the scene dividers. In short, they're hard to miss. There's a good reason for that. Butterflies are my symbol of hope. When I was a teen, my bedroom wall was full of notes and Bible… Continue reading Crown of Promise Devotions – Butterflies and Hope
I didn’t even know his name. Not until the day he died. He was a coach at my kids’ swim school. Not their coach, but always at the pool at the same times. I’d talked to him a couple of times (or rather, him to me) as he walked up and down the pool and… Continue reading The Day I Found Twenty Seconds of Courage and Went Back
I’m a good baker. Cook, not so much (I mean, do people really have to eat a different meal every single night????? Come on. Couldn’t we skip dinners altogether? Have cereal for dinner? Every night?). But a good baker. At least, most of the time. Amidst the cakes I’m incredibly proud of are a few… Continue reading Love Like my Aunt who ate a Vinegar Cake
I’m really good at being hard on myself. I think a lot of us probably are. My best is rarely good enough because I’m always wondering if somehow I could have given more/tried harder, even those days when I’m lying on the floor too exhausted to even get up. It never even occurred to me… Continue reading Give Yourself Some Grace
Hannah Currie 