A Note from the Author

When I was twelve, I was standing in Barnes and Noble, a melting Frappuccino with an extra shot of espresso in my hand, and there she was—Carson McCullers.

Her young, twenty-three-year-old self was on the cover of her book, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, and when I realized this was the author, the writer of other people's loneliness, I thought to myself, this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.

So, I bought the book, and I read it. No, I absorbed it, and bits of said brokenness and loneliness were forever lodged in my heart.

And I had no idea what God was doing at the time, but why would I? I hardly acknowledged He existed.

But now I know that was a planted seed. It's a beautiful book, Ms. McCullers's novel, but what I couldn't understand then but understand too well now, is that the loneliness, the brokenness isn't the ending.

It's only the beginning.

And so, A Bird Alone pays homage to what was growing in my soul back then. Like The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, it follows the lives and minds of several people, people who are in no way alike but very much a part of one another. It touches on the fractured damage that comes when choices are made but God isn't followed. It shows how He redeems that damage, pouring more love into it than a person ever thought possible.

It's a testament to how out of control we all are, but how sovereign He is, was, and always will be.

It's the way the world works beyond what the eye can see, but what the heart knows all too well.

So, please pray that it's truly the "something" somebody out there needs to read to know, love, and follow the only One who can heal a broken heart.

To all the lonely people.

“I lie awake; I have become like a bird alone on a roof.”

Psalm 102:7