I have three stories for you:
#1. I’m neck-deep in prepping for the launch party tomorrow night and part of that prep includes wrapping up copies of Worthy for party-goers to take as favors and gift to the one woman God drops in her spirit to share it with.

I’ve gotten the distinct sense from the beginning that this book would be carried on the wings of the morning by women gifting it to one another. I received a text this morning from a girlfriend in Pennsylvania sharing a story about that VERY THING only three days after Worthy’s release and it only confirms what I’ve known from day one.

If you’d like me to mail you a wrapped-up copy to gift to a friend, drop a 📬 below. I’ll pick 3 at random and DM you for the address!

2. I’ve been dreaming of cosmos since this party was planned, but I’ve never seen them in a grocery store. This morning, as I went flower-foraging, I asked God to set out something beautiful and unexpected for a grocery store, special for the launch.

I spied these cosmos the moment I stepped foot in my third stop.

“They couldn’t be more fresh,” the florist told me as I cheerfully gathered them up. “I just set them out.” 😭

The garden I’ve always wanted but the deer in my yard will never let me have.

3. Worthy is officially the best selling new release in Paul’s letters on Amazon (which is a big deal because there’s some pretty stiff competition in that list)! 🥳

THANK YOU so much for doing the heavy lifting for me this week, for spreading the word and telling your friends and buying your copies. It has truly helped me to celebrate in what was an otherwise uncelebratory week.

If you’ve received your copy, PLEASE leave a review. They are so important for browsing shoppers, as well as for the online merchants. They tell everyone that this book is content that people actually love.

The last couple of days didn’t exactly go the way I thought they would (in more ways than one). Turns out, people who are so weak that they can barely stand for more than a few minutes at a time shouldn’t try to take a walk to the bathroom without a walker to assist them.

There was a fall and the toilet came clean off the wall, which triggered a surge of water that poured right on out through the light fixtures in the kitchen ceiling right below.

So, instead of games and baking and family gathering, Poppi was sequestered upstairs with strict orders to not move an inch without his walker while the rest of us sat on the front porch wondering what to do now as the jet-engine fans gave all that new water damage a nice, fresh, and very loud blowout.

That meant the surprise gift of 48 hours with just my twin sister and our kids. There was OMSI and park play and cooking and snugs. And then, when the kids were all tucked up for the night, we snuck into the game room in the dark and played Mario 3 like it’s 1993.

This morning, the fans were picked up and we converged for one last moment before she flew south, I drove back over the mountain, and he went off to his first chemo treatment.

Because, when life happens, you show up. No matter what. Always. And sometimes it ends up being exactly what you needed.

Over here, lookin’ for fruit.

An excerpt from Colossians 4 that came boomeranging right back to me. Thanks so much for praying for my family. It means everything.

#theworthycommentary

IT’S HERE 📣

It’s Worthy’s official birth-day and she is now out in the world and available TODAY. Grab your copy, share it with a friend, and get to digging.

I’m off to road trip north with my Worthy playlist on repeat for the next three hours. Want to worship alongside me? Search for “The Worthy Playlist” on Spotify or Apple Music Playlists

Last month, my mom calls. It’s been twelve weeks since they were here to visit. “Dad’s lost 30 pounds since we were there,” she says, and not on purpose. “We’re trying to figure out why.”

Late last week and another ten pounds shaved, they find the cancer in his pancreas. The kids and I have been back and forth visiting the last two weekends, celebrating half-birthdays, trying to catch my breath at the rapid pace this is taking.

Tomorrow, the day that Worthy releases, I’ll load up the car for the third time in ten days to make the three-hour drive back north. My twin sister will fly in with her boys. We’ll spend two days all together getting our bearings as chemo begins, the hospital bed is delivered and the downstairs living room becomes a bedroom. It’s only been 33 days since the call.

I didn’t know I would be writing the “Tomorrow is Worthy release day!” post feeling everything BUT celebratory. I didn’t know that, come launch week, when I planned Saturday evening’s party with the second book’s cover reveal and the party dress and the heels and the champagne toast, cancer would steal the storyline for the second time in my life.

I didn’t know.

There are friends asking, “How can I help?” There isn’t a tangible list. The launch party has been planned, the venue rented, the photographer hired, the final RSVPs secured (except for I forgot to rent the bistro tables, I write that down).

The very best way to help? Tell your friends about #theworthycommentary.

Share the posts.

Help me do the heavy lifting of marketing and PR so that I can be free to help my mom with the literal heavy lifting of caring for her suddenly frail husband of 54 years.

Spread the word, buy a copy for a friend, dig into the first passages, and, as soon as you get the book? Go to the site you purchased it from and leave a review. Let readers know what to expect. Let them know how it helped you. Let them know how digging your well has changed the way you know God’s Word - for them, and for the generations after them.

This launch week looks absolutely nothing like I thought that it would. But still, through every single moment, my song remains unflinchingly true: He is worthy.