This past week I turned silent. The cause: I was completely engaged in Mary E. DeMuth's book Watching the Tree Limbs.
Thankfully, a friend had warned me that the first couple of chapters had hard material. She had given me the same warning with Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers, which turned out to be one of my favorite books. So I braced myself, made it through the tough stuff, and kept reading because I had no choice. Mary's redeptive prose painted beautiful pictures that I hope will be made into a movie some day.
Mary is also the author of the book Authentic Parenting in a Postmodern Culture, and she spoke at my church's women's retreat in April. Having heard her speak, I knew parts of her personal story and caught glimpses of it in her main character, Maranatha. The terrible things that happen to Mara, while creating a dark backdrop, somehow allowed God's grace to light up the pages all the more.
Next in my reading queue is the sequel, Wishing on Dandelions. So if I go mute again, you'll know that my nose is buried in another book and that I don't do a very good job of balancing my reading and my writing.