For two years I have sat on a a manuscript that changed my life. Stemming from the tragic and sudden loss of the first man I ever loved, It is a memoir of love, grief, trauma, and the faithfulness of God through it all. Framed by a series of letters that I collected along the way (from him, to him, from others about him) the letters alone tell a story, but in this book they act as bookmarks along the journey from brokenness to healing.

The number of times I wish I could just hand the book over to another hurting or broken person is startling, and it forces me to believe that if God wrote it, then He wants to move in it. In the last few months I have wanted more than ever to do something with it. I am not naïve to how difficult it will be to be accepted by an agent or publisher, so I do not take this lightly. Before moving forward with this journey I just selfishly need to know it will matter. That’s where you, and your signature, come in. No commitment, no pressure, just a small voice of “yes” to an idea and pursuit that most days makes me want to say “no”