For When You Feel All Alone.


For Those Moments of Doubt and Loneliness.

Both new authors with Hope Books & a beloved friend whom I highly esteem, I’m in awe of Annie Weber’s knowledge on the Bible. She has this knack of taking Bible’s stories and making them relatable for today. She truly allows us to see our real God in our real lives work. She is passionate about helping people become more familiar with the Bible through bite-size pieces. You will love her first book Astounding Truths of the Bible.
It’s an absolute joy to welcome Annie to the kitchen sink today…..

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. Psalm 23:4

I was unfamiliar with the Bible when I heard Coolio sing a borrowed lyric from Psalm 23:4 to open his chart-topping song “Gangsta’s Paradise.” The song won a Grammy Award and was the best-selling single of 1995. It was released in conjunction with the film Dangerous Minds, which highlights the challenges of teaching underachieving teens in an inner-city high school. Coolio included the psalm lyric to evoke feelings about the challenges of life as a gangster in southern California.


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The Freedom to Feel is coming out in a few short months, and I need your help to get the word out to those stuck in grief and trauma. I long for no one to feel alone in their suffering.

Your not alone.

If we all sat in a room together, we’d nod our heads in agreement of all we’ve been through. The thing is, we don’t talk about the ugly parts of grief, so then, when we’re walking through it, we feel alone and wonder if there is something wrong with us.

I’m here to say it’s all normal—every ugly part.

Those tears that fall, the weight of grief that presses upon our hearts, the anxious thoughts that consume us, the physical ailments that weaken our bodies, and the inability to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps—none of these are indicators of our lack of faith or a mark of weakness.

It’s all a normal part of grief. You’re not alone ❤️

Blessings,

Lea

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Author/Speaker As we study pages of Scripture together, we will see it never shy away from pain and suffering. I help others find hope in grief and trauma b/c I've been through my fair share. Book: Freedom to Feel is coming out this spring Check out the resources I offer below and sign up for my newsletter!

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