I met her in the break room. The sweetest woman, and a powerful writer.
Her name is Dena Dyer. It’s at crazy story. Two women very much involved in writing and ministry, yet each working jobs that were totally unrelated.
I work for a school district and Dena at the time worked for an organization that resettles refugee families. Our agencies shared a very small space with a coffee pot and a sink. And you know where there is coffee, writers gather. Dena and I had passed by each other several times and smiled. But one day Dena took time to introduce herself. As we chatted, she shared about a few of the books she had written. I stood there with my jaw on the ground. I had been praying about opportunities to meet other writers in the Amarillo area. And God brought her, right to me, in the break room down the hall.
As we got to know each other, Dena shared with me about her current project. A book titled “Wounded Women of the Bible”. She knew a little about my story and invited me to contribute a small piece about Dinah.
Crazy good how God is…
A few months before, I began studying the story of Dinah. It worked out perfect. I shared my writing with her, and much to my surprise, she actually wanted to use it! I was thrilled. And now here it is, in print!
I wish I could express to you the fullness of what this book means to me. Don’t get me wrong. I love that the book afforded me the opportunity to share a bit about my story and about healing, but what I love even more is the heart of this book. That Dena and her co-author Tina Samples would care enough about broken and hurting women to pen a book just for them. Just for me. Just for us.
Abuse…loneliness…betrayal…miscarriage…loss…rape…just a few of the issues addressed in this book. If you have experienced some type of wounding circumstance (and who hasn’t) this book is for you. As I thumb through the pages, I can’t help but well up with tears at the power of God’s amazing redemption. Before you go…I want to share a quick excerpt with you from my contribution to the book…
Following Dinah’s rape, her father remained silent as well. Can you imagine how this broke her heart? No anger, no outrage – just silence. The word used for “silent” in this passage can also be translated “held his peace.” Dinah’s father “held his peace.” Could lit be that my Father was holding His peace, holding my peace?
Peace is not a word I would use to describe my battles. It was a struggle to keep my head above water, to make it through every day without having a complete emotional breakdown. I cried out to God day and night, and yet I felt so utterly and completely alone. He was silent.
He knew there was not an answer to my questions that would satisfy me. He knew I needed to feel my emotions. He knew I was hurting. He knew it was hard, but He never, ever stopped keeping the peace.
And when the time came, I reached up, stopped asking questions, and grasped the hand of the One who holds the peace.
And hey, hey, let’s have a giveaway!!!!!!
I am giving away one copy of Wounded Women of The Bible next Tuesday via blog post! To enter to win, share a scripture below that you find or have found comforting during a difficult time. I can’t wait to read what you have to share through the power of His Word.
Blessings and lots of love!!!!