“Every inch of this harrowing journey… my hand has been tightly knitted, safe and warm, with the hand of Jesus…He has held me fast, He will hold me still, and He will lead me home. Bless be the tie that binds”
Thank you, Elizabeth Moore, for jumping in to this sea of vulnerability, for going first, and letting your lived experience shine a light on Christ meeting us and holding us in our seasons of strength as well as in our seasons of weakness and desperation.
The style with which she writes is as close to poetry as narrative can be. The imagery is breathtaking and brilliant. While this was her story, I found myself struck with “aha” moments within my own story because of what she shared.
Her plain, basic, no-frills moment of being filled with the awareness of God? Well, I never thought I would hear another soul describe what I, too, experienced, though in a slightly different setting. Furthermore, her description of many other interactions in her life *gave* life and words to my own memories that I never felt were legitimate enough to voice.
All this to say, I give this book my highest recommendation. I’m grateful to have listened to it, with a brilliant reading by the author herself, and to have had it bring me to a place of worship as well.