A few years ago a friend of mine died. She’d been sick for a long time. I’m talking years. One health issue after another.
When she passed away, I was sad. Extremely sad.
The problem was, I just couldn’t seem to mourn. I cried. But didn’t mourn.
Yes. There is a difference.
Months went by. I was still blocked. What I didn’t realize is that grief works its way in strange ways. That the way I best realize grief is by writing.
And sometimes by reading.
I remember reading Club Sandwich by Lisa Samson. The kids were napping. I was curled up on the couch. I read a scene in the book that triggered it.
It pulled the grief to the surface. I gushed. It was a good thing the kiddos were sleeping. I was a mess.
Because what I’d read was just about exactly what I felt when my friend passed away.
Lisa Samson had written something that made me feel like I wasn’t alone. That gave me permission to release the pain.
Fiction is powerful. It truly is.
I feel like Lisa gave me a gift. I know she didn’t write it for me specifically. However, she wrote it as a gift for all who would read her book.
My Mother’s Chamomile releases in less than 2 weeks. Some people will read it. I hope, truly hope, that it is a gift to my readers. I mean for it to be.
My desire is that this gift will help someone release something inside them that is blocked.
Bitterness toward God.
In 2 Corinthians 1:3-7, we read that we are able to comfort because of the comfort we’ve received.
I received that kind of comfort when I read Lisa Samson’s novel.
Because I was comforted, I hope to offer that selfsame mercy to you. In one way or another.
That is a gift I’d like to give to you.
so looking forward to it.
Thank you very much, Natasha.
The power of books… Susie, I’m glad you were able to finally grieve. I’m really looking forward to My Mother’s Chamomile!
Oh, thank you, Suzie. It was such a release. Such a gift.
I just can’t wait. Your words always stick with me.
Thank you, Sweet Friend.
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