Even This invites readers to make room for daily personal experiences with God. From the very first page readers will walk down a spiritual path meant to remind each of us that God will meet us in the unexpected, bringing His goodness, giving us cause to trust, reminding us of His capacity. Filled with deeply personal stories about holding onto belief, daring to trust, and longing for understanding, Even This chronicles one woman's quest to find God in the everyday moments-with one of the most powerful experiences taking place as she searches for sea shells while walking on the beach-and provides many opportunities for individual introspection. "Yes, God is good and He can be trusted," Freeman concludes, "and it is the daily discovery of these truths that has the potential to become the greatest journey of a life and lead us closer to Him." Ultimately, the author hopes Even This will encourage and motivate readers to:
- Stop letting fear dictate the depth of your belief through simple daily reflections that will restore your confidence in God.
- Let go of your need to control by discovering what is holding you back from being completely vulnerable in your relationship with God.
- Diminish the power of doubt by coming to understand why the place of deepest asking is where the believing begins.
- Learn how to trust that God may have something entirely different in mind than you could ever anticipate--something better.
|Publisher:||Shadow Mountain Publishing|
|Edition description:||First Edition|
|Product dimensions:||5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.60(d)|
|Age Range:||18 Years|
About the Author
Emily Belle Freeman is a popular inspirational speaker. She co-authors a blog about putting faith into everyday acts at www.multiplygoodness.com. She is a wife and mother of four.
Read an Excerpt
Maybe some people picture their wedding day in vivid detail. The memory I remember most from those first days actually took place at two in the morning in a dark hospital room. It was after the surgery to remove the tumor, after Greg's mother and father left to go home. After the last doctor walked out and the pain meds were administered. After making the decision to spend the night at the hospital because I didn't want to go home alone. That's when it all finally hit. It was years ago, before there were comfortable sofas in hospital rooms, and I remember it as if it were yesterday. ************* I pull the orange plastic chair over to the hospital bed and reach under the stiff white sheet to find the warmth of Greg's hand. In that moment, I hold on to all that is familiar; I hold desperately to the dreams I used to know. The monitor beats a steady rhythm as I lay my head down on the rough green blanket. I wonder if those dreams will have to change now. Change is never easy, but this change, this unexpected change to my happily ever after, echoes through the corners of my heart. Is twenty years enough to prepare someone for this much uncertainty? Because I don't feel prepared for this. The loneliness frightens me. I am alone in this. It's dark, and Greg's parents have driven home, and my parents live hundreds of miles away, and Greg is here, but he is sedated. I am alone. I see soft light flooding in under the door and I focus there, on the truth that all is not dark. I try to remember that. But there, in that dark moment, the tears start to fall. There is no one to talk to, cry to, lean on, and so I pray. I talk to God and I tell Him I am frightened, I am too young for this, I am alone in this. I am alone. There, leaning over the hospital bed, clutching the hand of my new husband, I weep. And in the silent stillness of it all, an intense feeling of love fills the room and a whisper of words settles into my soul. It is a thread of scriptures I have read a hundred times, pieced together, meant to mend what is broken in my heart. I want to write the words down. I reach for the paperback book sitting on the small table and try to find a pen. I hold on to the words as I search-I don't want to forget them, the promise of them, so I whisper them out loud as I look. Finally, I find a pen, turn to the blank pages at the back of the newsprint book, and begin to write. Early morning, January 1990 I can't describe this moment. It's almost as if I could reach out and touch the feeling in this room. For the first time I realize I've lived my whole life watching but never really seeing. Never knowing I was not alone. Maybe I never took the time to understand. Sometimes it has to hurt to make you strong, to make you realize how much you need God. I don't want to forget this. These words. His words. Draw near unto me and I will draw near unto you. My peace I give to you. Be still, and know that I am God. The handwriting is scribbled, scattered across the pages, but the words won't be forgotten, and that is all that matters. For the first time I realize that I can turn to God with the real things, that I can trust Him with the hard things, with anything, even this. It is the first time I realize that God, who is infinite, can also be personal. For some reason, knowing that the Creator of the entire universe could be aware of a young, frightened girl in a dark hospital room strengthens my heart. I carry those whispered words as the healing days turn into weeks and then into months, until finally it is over and Greg is well and life begins to move forward again. *********** You wonder why that memory is more vivid than my wedding day. Perhaps it is because that experience, there in that dark hospital room, was the first time I had ever met God in an intimate space. It was the first time I had let myself be vulnerable with Him. The rawness led me to experience His realness. In that moment I felt His goodness. Maybe there was a first time for you. Maybe you hold on to the memory of it just like I do.
Table of Contents
Until the Story Is Your Own 1
Section 1 Believing He Can
Discovering God's Goodness 5
The Other Calf 17
To Believe 23
The Crystal Vase 27
The Place of Deepest Asking 33
Section 2 Trusting He Will
Alone in This 41
We Can't Make It Out of This 47
A Prayer for Protection 53
The God I Believe In 55
The End of the Story 61
Taking the Yoke 65
Where Was God? 69
Keeping God at Arm's Length 77
Section 3 Understanding Why Sometimes He Doesn't
Making Sense of the Holes 81
A Miracle in the Making 85
Out of My Comfort Zone 91
The Place I Didn't Want to Go 95
Longing for Understanding 101
The Sand Dollar 105
What Do You Need God to Be? 111
The Waiting Place 115
The Next Right Step 117
The Understanding 125
He Forgets Not His Own 127
The Journal 131
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
First off, look at the beauty of this cover. It's just magical to me. Second, this is a religious book written by and LDS Author. Having said this, I think this book would be good for anyone who is trying to find a way to trust God. When I was asked to review this I was excited. I have to admit when I got the book in the mail, I was a little sad because I thought it was going to be a self-help book. I don't like self-help books because they always feel like they are written for me and what I am doing wrong ;). I am happy to say that this book did not feel like a self-help book at all. It was written by a wife and mother who has faced her own struggles in life and questions "Why" and "Where is God". We journey with this mother and the way she finds how to trust God, and his timing. So many things in this book I feel were written just for me, but in a good way. I think that no matter what religion you are it is important to find a relationship with God. Whatever that may look like to you as an individual. Sharing the same religion as the author though it did add a little more insight to things I can do to increase my faith and trust in God. This book is beautifully written, and never made me feel as though I was doing something wrong. Quite the opposite. It helped me to see that another person has gone through hard times in her life and has also questioned "why" things are happening. It helped me understand that God answers prayers on his own time, and not ours. It was just beautiful. Source: I was given this book as part of a tour in return for an honest review. I was not compensated in any way for this review. These are my own PERSONAL thoughts on the book.