I have to hold the cover down because it is used to being bent open. Bookmarked pages are folded over and the corners are tattered already. This advanced copy has followed me around the house for the month of March, it’s journey marked by underlined passages at breakfast and sections re-read in bed, just to sink it in real deep. I’ve pre-ordered more copies for friends and this is what I plan to tell them:
Do not rush this read. Open each chapter knowing that Ann will press upon you both the weight and the way through her own waiting through an incurable condition – just like the Bleeding Woman. Daring to hope, and painfully aware that we will not all punctuate our stories with a miracle, this book holds fiercely to the hand of women all over, women just like you and I, who know what it is to wait. For endometriosis to clear, children to be conceived, or love to be realized – our stories do not have to match, for it is the burden-bearing itself that binds our lives together. Ann’s story helps give us courage to dare reach toward him, just as the Bleeding Woman did – heart pounding in her shaking hands – and gives truths we can burrow deep and reclaim often. When our waiting is painful, Ann prompts us through her own suffering and shame, toward His lavish grace so abundant and so freely available, right now, this side of heaven.
When the light is just right, you can tell just how much this book has already been worn well between my hands.
It’s marked and marking me all at the same time.
“Any other man would have been made unclean by her touch, but instead, Jesus reversed the order of things, and his touch made her clean. And she had not done anything to deserve it. She had not made a sacrifice; she had not performed a ritual; she had not proven she was worthy.” – Ann Swindell
In other words, Christ attends to all of us and merit has nothing to do with it.
Amazing grace indeed.
Find it anywhere books are sold and order a copy for the women you love.