I’d spent the last two years staring at the same four walls, the same few faces, the same sidewalks, parks and streets. In order to produce new writing—new art—I needed a fresh vista.
My editor Ruth smiled encouragingly at me. “Can the convent deal with suffering? Can my writing deal with my suffering? These are questions your book will try to answer."
The Lord loved me before I was following Him. He called me before I was listening. And He had a marvelous plan for me, long before I had given up making my own plans.