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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’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 grew up in church. I was seven days old the first time I went and attended every Sunday, usually more than once, from that point on. It didn’t take all that much thought. Sunday equals church. And I loved it. Then life changed, as it does. Among other things, I moved a fair distance away… Continue reading Why Bother with Church?
I never set out to be a writer. When I was asked as a child and all through my teens what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer was always the same – a missionary. I can’t remember exactly when God first planted that dream in my heart but I remember, vividly,… Continue reading 3 Things I’ve Learnt about God-Given Dreams
Hannah Currie 