My dad was murdered when I was twenty years old. It was a deliberate senseless act committed by a man whose selfish desires had left him blind. This man had taken my dad from me––stolen what was rightfully mine––and quite honestly, I hated him for that. Forgiveness was one of the first things God spoke over my life when I came to Christ nine years later, and though I was receptive to His leading, I was a bit confused. You see, I thought I had already forgiven that man. I honestly didn’t think about him very much at that point, and when I did think about him, I didn’t feel the hatred I had felt before. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t like him one bit, but if he came to mind, I was able to keep my feelings in check. Still, I figured if God was calling…
Letters from My Father’s Murderer: A Journey of Forgiveness will be released on June 27th, and I need some help! I’m looking for 30 people to help me spread the word about my new book. This will be EASY!!! (Now, that’s a word we all like to hear!) I have already created everything you’ll need to get the word out (guest blogs, FB posts, Tweets, Pins, etc.), so all you’ll have to do is share. And as my way of saying thank you, you’ll receive a free copy of my book! It’s a win-win! If you’re interested, download the application (Launch_Team_Questionnaire) and email it to laurie@lauriecoombs.org. I can’t wait to see what God does with this! Together, we can start a fire that can rage within the hearts of God’s people!
I’ve been writing quite a bit about what God has done through our adoption lately. If you missed any of those articles, here are their links: Do Not Give Up (written in 2014) Filly Convinced (Feb 2015) All It Took Was One Word (Feb 2015) Will You Hold Onto the Faith? (March 2015) Twenty-One Days: A Glimpse Behind the Curtain (April 2015) God is just so incredibly good! He has once again done the impossible right before my very eyes, and I cannot help but sing His praises. As many of you already know, this has been an epic journey. What was supposed to take one to two years has turned into five (by the time they’re home). It’s been quite a journey. My family and I have grown in patience and compassion. Our hearts have been tested time and again. And every one of us (our two daughters included) can most assuredly say that our…