Dewdrops and Butterflies, my debut novel.
“I smiled and acted like I was supposed to be there. It was amazing how much people assumed by a simple glance. An outfit, an expression, a tone of voice. Anyone could pretend to be anything.
Today, I was a rich girl.”
Thirteen-year-old Rose Wells was determined to make it on her own. Running from authority one last time, the forest became her home, the cafe her source of food, and the fear-driven determination keeping her there as long as she could help it.
Not everybody was ok with that. Alex and Jenni Johnson do whatever they can to find their foster daughter and bring her home, giving her the genuine love she’d never know.
Over the course of a single summer, hearts are broken, scars exposed, friendships blossom, and ultimately a greater truth is learned.
A greater God is understood.
The story behind this book is actually pretty interesting and I wanted to share it with you.
Summer of 2017 was full of a lot of inspiration and also lots of wildfires in my local area. I was working on a novella called The Standing House, but it had no theme or point to it, and it annoyed me that I hadn’t committed to a story. I knew I wanted to be published, but nothing I had written up to that point had the potential of something to go through with.
I got a new blue journal that August and decided the story I would fill it with would be my debut. I got on my knees with that journal and prayed “God I want to write a story that you will use for your glory. Please send me that story and help me know.”
It was mid-September before I knew. While I was listening through a suggested playlist on Spotify, the song “When She Cries” by Britt Nicole came on.
Hurting girls and asthma and wildfires led most of the plot of that first idea, and once I put my pen to paper it molded and shaped into something more than that. I’ve learned so much in this process as the story grew beyond what I had originally thought of.
God was always one step ahead of me and even when I was most discouraged, one thought rang out true.
So that’s my prayer for this little bundle of words.
Go out little book. Reach girls and ladies and mommas. Encourage and bless them.
And for that one girl I’ve been writing for all this time? Find her, touch her life and let her know she is loved.
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