I am currently reading Unshaken…………….LOVE THIS BOOK! My husband recently bought it for me as he thought it may help me finally fulfill my dream of writing my own story. Bess his heart he is trying so desperately to help me write my book and sometimes I feel badly that I have to be in the right frame of mind to make it happen. I have prayed and prayed for that frame of mind to happen and it did once reading this book. Much has resonated with my story although I am only half way through it. Could you tell me how this author was so fortunate to have your help and expertise in writing this book? I do not want to bore you with all of my details but in a nut shell….I am 48 and in 2003 had an intruder break into my home, shooting my son and scaring the daylights out of my other 2 children home at the time. I managed to get him outdoors and away from them, but got shot 4 times myself. Ultimately I lived (obviously) but the intruder, someone I knew…….shot himself to death in front of me. Jennifer, Jesus was right there by my side that morning assuring me without ONE doubt that we would be fine. I need to tell the world that I do not blame Jesus rather I thank Him for being there for me and making miracles happen. Thank you in advance for any advice you could pass along.

Sincerely,

marysue sprenny

I was just wondering what you’re up to, and I found this great new site. I love it! You’ve given me some amazing “words to think about” over the past several years; specifically, you’ve encouraged me to keep writing.

I hope to bump into you in real life soon. We’re not too far apart.

I admit that I looked up a list of emotions. Not that I didn’t know the answer, but that I wasn’t sure I was picking the right words to describe it.

On the positive side, it’s contentment. I have very little want for anything, really. I don’t keep up with the Joneses. I don’t worry when something breaks or goes wrong. It’s all good.

On the negative side, I think I nonetheless grapple with apprehension more often than I need to. I’m nearly constantly nervous that I’m gonna get caught, even (and especially?) when I’m not even doing anything wrong. Like when I’m doing the speed limit, maintaining proper distance, and constantly checking my mirrors and a cop pulls up next to me. I hate that.

So I guess I’m content and nervous. Now that I’ve articulated it, I can see that’s a volatile and unhealthy mix, because the obvious implication is that I’m content BEING nervous.

And that’s probably true. …Ok, must go back to the character drawing board and re-work myself.