This is a story about hope.

One can't identify with hope until one is able to identify with hopelessness. One can't love unconditionally unless one has been loved unconditionally. No one can be accepted until they first have accepted.

This book is not written to those who have no knowledge of God. It is offered hopefully and prayerfully to those who are saved and have that dangerous small amount of information and don't know what to do with it. I say dangerous because there is nothing more dangerous than a Christian equipped with a small amount of religion. Walking down the aisle of a church or being "born again" may teach you something about worshipping God, but it doesn't teach you all there is about living God. There are millions of people sitting in church every Sunday who don't know beans about Him.

Getting to know God is a full-time job, and it takes a lot of sweat and tears to become one with Him. You may find God sitting beside you on your church pew, but it's only because you bring Him there. You can't go there expecting to enter His presence.

Our blessed Lord said it Himself: "A pupil is not superior to his teacher, but everyone, [when he is] completely trained (readjusted, restored, set to rights, and perfected) will be like his teacher" (Luke 6:40). Church is just one step, not the final goal.

Most stories about pain, in any form, are usually written from the outside looking in. This story is from the inside looking out. How many books have you read about the Vietnam war written by one of the Vietnamese who was shot at or by a refugee? The author has covered many of the things that have separated her from God-ego, guilt, pride, depression, worry, homosexuality, pleasure, pain, and self-righteousness.