Because you are my people ... {an announcement}

As I type, it’s 65 degrees, and the slight wind, my dog, and my wandering children continue to keep the outside doors cracked. I can hear the leaves today. Crisp, scuttling across the driveway, ushered into the corners of the perimeter of our house where they may hide until early spring when we clear them. It’s warm enough that I’ve taken my attention off my thin skin and back out to the backyard. Fall is brilliant out there. Still.

So I’m sitting at my kitchen island, listening to fall, watching fall, imbibing fall … forgetting that bearing down on me is 22 degrees and cold toes … and it feels like the perfect day to let you in:

I’ve written a book. 

It releases in March. And starting this week, we have a sweet gift available for those who pre-order.

Because you can’t plan for things like this, I took notes for a year+ and outlined a book I would eventually write during what may have been the hardest year of my life.

And friends, I loved writing this book.

I holed up at the conference table of my husband’s office, my local favorite restaurant, a warm hotel room in winter and a cool hotel room in summer, my friend’s house along the shore … and I wrote the book I’ve been living. And I loved it. I loved writing this book.

As a writer, it's awkward to promote my work — if I’m honest. But I can tell you — my people here — things I might not put on social media for the masses: God gave me language for my life as I wrote these pages. Sure, it was laborious at times (it always is less glamorous to write a book than I imagine it to be), but something about this book, in particular, brought healing and lifting to my soul that makes me want to tell you: maybe … just maybe … it will do the same for you as you read it.

This book is for the over-tired and underpaid. It’s for the moms with too many granola bar wrappers in the back seat of their van and not enough snacks in their purse for the child who’s hungry in line at Target. It’s for the daughter, caring for a sick parent and out of their depth, and for the pastor caring for a hurting congregation with not enough time. It’s for those whose hands are full of responsibility but feel hedged in by their physically-limited bodies, their slow-moving children, their dwindling bank accounts.

This book is for the limited — the ones lacking time, and heart, and resources, and community, and family, and access to their dreams.

The Gift of Limitations is what we named it.

{Finding Beauty in Your Boundaries}

And if you pre-order this book now, my team will give you 3 free months of access to SOAR*, and you’ll have the opportunity to get an early digital copy and read alongside a smaller group of us after the new year. (Submit your receipts here to access those gifts.)

*And if you’re already a member of SOAR, we’ll extend your membership by an additional 3 months — so follow the link above to submit your receipt.

On this fall day, when winter is pending — when all the world will be limited — it feels apropos to let you read what I wrote of how I found Him within my limitations.