During the cultural upheaval of the late 1960s a young woman began a pilgrimage toward maturity that led through a spiritual wilderness in a physical desert. It began at the University of Minnesota where she met her husband and ended in the mountainous high desert of New Mexico. To mature in such a place requires a certain resilience, an ability to wait for the right elements to coalesce before blossoms emerge. At first, it was no place Margie wanted to be. Joining a commune, becoming a mother, and learning that Christianity offered more beauty and hope than she imagined possible was cold water to a thirsty soul. But change came at the price of honestly facing her own brokenness. No Place is the account of the years of that growth from wandering to a settled faith.
I had the privilege of reading a manuscript copy of "No Place," and writing the foreword for the book. I am now holding the finished book in my hands and reading it all over again. It's that good!
Margie is one of my very favorite writers. For years, I've read everything she writes, eagerly lapping up her words like a puppy at the water bowl. There's a quote attributed to C. S. Lewis that says: "We read to know we're not alone." I feel this way when I read Margie. This beautifully written memoir is a gift for us all.