First Published 2010 by Revell.
This book sat in my TBR shelf for six months after my friend Jacqueline lent to me when we were in the middle of a rather rough time.
It is the autobiography of the wife of a prominent Christian singer, Steven Curtis Chapman, whom I had not yet heard of.
Now prominent Christians come in many varieties, but what a lot have in common is the good Christian bio, which for a widow like me who may or may not be a little bit bitter, can sometimes have me gagging on my wormwood-and-gall.
First published 2012 by B&H Publishing Group
What drew my attention to this book as it sat there in the library was the peanut butter on the front cover, as I have been a peanut butter girl since early childhood. At first glance I thought I was looking at two slices of toast, one with peanut butter and one with vegemite, still a breakfast I enjoy, but on closer inspection found it was jam or ‘jelly’, not vegemite, and I was looking at bread, two halves of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in actual fact. But I took it home anyway because it dealt with the crap that life throws at you from a Christian perspective. Michael Kelley’s crap was the three years he and his wife dealt with their first born son’s leukaemia, which he thankfully survived.
As soon as I read the first chapter I loved the book, especially the reference to “those people”, people with big problems, because for many years I have been one of those people. First I was ‘the lady with all those kids whose husband has the brain tumour’, then I was a widow. I thought this an extremely ugly word until my stepson committed those murders, and at that time decided that being a mere widow wasn’t so bad after all. Anyway you get the picture.