I cried in the foreword from @sniequist and cried in the introduction. I cried when Father Matthew refused the Eucharist because "Either it's for all of us or it's for none of us." I laughed at the ridiculousness of a good parking spot being mistaken as a miracle and clapped when Sarah wrote sentences that spoke to these dry bones. And then I cried again when she described her trip to PEI and Green Gables because that Anne girl has always meant something to me.
Sarah Bessey creates space in the most beautiful way for the hard and the holy. Her words move me, challenge me, and make me feel known. Her words here are a deep gulp of fresh air, over and over again. The life-giving gasp I needed.