As I have gingerly approached the starting line for writing this book, I have received three generous and gracious doses of recurring feedback:
- “Tricia, please write a book about how you fell in love with the Bible, but not a book that sounds like it’s about the Bible. I want to read what you have to say about the Scriptures you love, but I don’t want to read – and wouldn’t share with my friends – a book that is too stuffy with Christianese.”
- “Tricia, the best thing about your writing is your storytelling. We feel like we are sitting with you over a cup of coffee. Your books are a fast and easy read because it feels like catching up with an old friend.”
- “Tricia, you are this generation’s Erma Bombeck. Your ‘slice of life’ writing lives at the intersection of funny and deep, and before I know it – I’ve learned something.”
Listen, I am not a seminarian, an academician, or a theologian; I am not a Bible teacher or even a Bible scholar. I am a lover of messy people; a tarbled mom of two teenage boys who are likely late for school and wearing mismatched socks; I have been known to absent-mindedly doodle in the margins of overdue library books; I have battled depression and anxiety to degrees that have nearly drowned me; I have begged the Lord for miracles that only He could provide; and somewhere in the midst of all of that, I fell hopelessly in love with the Word of God as a light to my next step and the air for my next breath. My love for the Word of God is passionate and contagious, tangible and real, and these essays will be filled with morsels that become a whole meal.