​​A Note From the Author
 

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature;

the old things passed away; behold, new things have come.”

-  2 Corinthians 5:17

Rewriting Unkept has given me insight into the heart I used to have. And as I’ve read each one of the words in this book, I’ve discovered I was searching for God all along.

Like Vienna and Heather, how often have I struggled with clutching to what I convince myself I need while God waits patiently for me to figure it out? He’s the potter, and I’m merely the clay pot. He’s the designer of my destiny, and I’m the traveler waiting on the itinerary. But far too often, I believe I’m the one writing this journey.

These two women are the two sides of my heart, the two sides of my brain. The bullish, overconfident front that is Heather comes to mind when I feel my weakest. The delicate, codependent spirit that is Vienna is there when I don’t have my mind on Christ. And both women face losses in a world of their own making. It’s only when they lay down the work of their hands and exchange it for forgiveness that they can take on what they’ve desired from the very beginning: a sense of newness.

And ultimately, I pray that prayer for all of us—that we can set aside the goals, and dreams, and desires we’ve managed to claw our ways to so that we can allow God to nurture the dead root inside our hearts.

Loss

We are all

That little girl

Whose mother

Dies,

And the loss

Is potted,

Another

Good plant

Set in the sun

But won't

Turn its face

To drink.