If you lost your Love to terminal illness, find yourself in a Twice Blessed marriage, or know someone who has lived through such a loss, then this book would be an excellent gift.

This year hasn't been easy, full of trials that shake many people to the core. I’ve cried and whined, yet I have to say God has given us so much.

While I was a freshman in college, my boyfriend had me stand in front of a mirror one day to look at myself and tell him what I saw. While I told him I saw a girl who was fat and ugly, he began telling me he saw a beautiful young woman he loved was slowly killing herself. He was worried, afraid I would starve myself to death... One day, I was convinced by the Lord that it was my turn and I should confess my sin issue with anorexia.

My roots had been ripped apart with each move too many times. I suffered transplant shock. A part of me was left behind. But then, a new friend gave me a lovely plaque: Bloom Where You are Planted. I cried. How, Lord? It hurts too much.

Some are so desperate for healing they will do anything, even if it's from ancient religious or pagan practices, just like the paralyzed man from the Pool of Bethesda. It sounds good—angels stirring the water. The god within can heal you. But...

I wasn’t prepared from him to lay it back and pour some antiseptic into the bloody mess. It put methiolate to shame!