My third published novel came out yesterday and is doing really well. I’m especially grateful for this book to be read because in a small way, it is my own story.
No–I never came out of the Swartzentruber Amish faith–but like many Christians, I had to trudge through a whole lot of legalism before I understood the power, the mercy, and the freedom of God’s grace. It became the difference between life and death to me. It became the difference between breathing freely–or barely breathing at all.
A reader just sent me an e-mail saying that she saw two complicated love stories going on in An Uncommon Grace–the one between my Amish hero and military heroine, and the one between my hero and God. I hadn’t though of it in those terms, but she’s right. I have some very smart readers.