Fifteen years ago, I began writing what would become a book about forgiveness and God’s incredible love for me. Though it rested unfinished on my computer for many years, a nudge from my brother-in-law (who recently published his book on Vietnam) rekindled my resolve to finish it. Writing has brought up difficult memories from my childhood, moments that stir up anxiety. Yet, the Lord’s prompting remains the foundation of my journey, reminding me that He walks alongside me through it all.
Yesterday, as I shopped at TJ Maxx with my daughter and her mother-in-law, we went our separate ways. I found myself browsing purses when two teenage girls approached me. Boldly and beautifully, they began to witness to me about Jesus’ love for me. They handed me a piece of paper with words that touched the depths of my soul. Tears streamed down my face as I read it, feeling as if God had sent two angels to lift my heart.
I was so impressed by their courage and faith that I prayed for them. As they walked away, they reminded me, “Jesus loves you.”
It was as though He used those two young messengers to say, “Keep going, my child. I am with you.”
What a beautiful reminder of His unconditional love and encouragement—right when I needed it most. This is why I must finish my book, to share the story of forgiveness and His unwavering grace.
Thank you, Lord, for your perfect timing. 
Words on the note
May Jesus heal you from things you don’t talk about. Amen
