Why you should read this little book

 

REAL LOVE COVER with shadow

The world is full of hurting people. I am one of them.

When you have losses in your life, you feel alone. Like no one cares. When you have one loss after another, it’s even harder to feel loved.

After losing my mom, my dad, and going through my sister’s disappearance and death, I had so many questions. Then I got angry. I pushed my anger down along with my questions.

How could I ask God questions when I was mad at him?

But I found out God was bigger than my emotions. He made my emotions and he could handle them.

I remember when my son, Nathan was three years old. I once closed the car door on his fingers. I’ll never forget his surprised look as he cried,

“Mom, why did you do that?”

He knew me enough to know I wouldn’t hurt him, and yet, I had hurt him. Badly.

We are going to be hurt in this life. People we love will die. But, that doesn’t mean we’re not loved.

Are you going through a hard time right now? Then you need to know you’re not alone.

You are truly loved. When I realized I was loved, it made all the difference in the world.

This little book I wrote is for anyone. It’s a book for everyone. It is my story of how I found real love. And if you’ve never experienced this love, I want you to know about it. And if you have experienced it, then share that with someone else.

Everyone needs to know they are loved.

You can download, “Real Love: Guaranteed to Last.” It will be free February 13.

Here’s the link.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B7M30FW

You can also visit my website.

http://www.annepeterson.com

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a ballerina

I used to be a ballerina. Not professionally, just a private one. My sister Peggy and I would tuck our little dresses in our underpants, taking a little bit out; our rendition of the tutu we always wanted. We didn’t see the bunchiness, we thought we looked beautiful.   

Our dad would tell us to stiffen our legs as he lifted us one at a time to reach the sky. He would smile and for those few moments everything was right in the world. But then we grew up and he put his smile away. 

Today is Father’s Day. Dads all over will be handed cards, some hand made, some store bought. But, not everyone will be giving a card.

Some dads will be receiving cards. Cards held in little hands while faces beam with anticipation. Cards with scribbled writing, by beginning writers, or those in a hurry.  But, not every dad will be receiving cards.

Some dads no longer have relationships with their sons and daughters. Some dads have lost a son or daughter. Today is a day of celebration, but not for all.

Father’s Day is a day of reflection. 

I’m thankful for the memory of being a little ballerina. But, I’m even more thankful that I know God in a personal way and He has been my heavenly Father who is healing a lot of painful memories.

God can comfort those who are hurting today. Those who are feeling lonely. 

God became all the things I needed:  

He’s my GUIDE showing me which way to go when I don’t know.

He LOVES me unconditionally.

He’s THERE for me, all the time.

Today, I won’t feel alone because I have an everlasting Father.

One who always smiles, even when I’m not dancing.