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Testimonials from Readers:
“There are only a few books I read after my son was born, and Too Precious For Earth is one of the best. I read it in a few hours and found myself in it. Our stories are a bit different but we both had the same ending and I love the way you described the mourning process. I found myself there. So, thank you for writing the book.”
~Nina Pirnat, Slovenia
“Too Precious For Earth was a great book! I read the entire book in one night because I couldn’t put it down. I really felt connected to the author after reading, and she really has a way of explaining things in such up-front ways. I feel I am a better person after reading this book. I know I will do more random acts of kindness after the lessons I learned.”
~Jane Nielsen, San Bernadino, CA
“I really enjoyed this book. It is a healing, honest account of a mother’s love for her child. It is a must read for anyone who has ever lost or loved a child.”
~Angela Griffeth, Preston, ID
“It’s not often that you encounter this type of deep and tragic loss, accompained by profound and awe-inspiring joy. This is real. This is life-changing.”
~Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Christmas Box
“This book was one of the sweetest books I have read. After losing my little angel fourteen years ago, it still brought warm feelings to my heart.”
~Shara McDanel, Franklin, ID
“I could say so much about this book, but to put it basically, anyone who wants a ‘good-read’ needs it. Also, anyone who has suffered the loss of a child needs this book.”
~Sarah Davenport, Greensboro, NC
Excerpt from Too Precious For Earth:
I sat down on my bed, exhausted after another long day of emptiness. What to do now?I picked up the journal I had bought a few nights previous, toying with the cover. On it was a picture of Christ, holding a baby boy and helping a young girl over some treacherous rocks. I hadn’t known why this particular cover attracted my attention at the time. Now I understood why. It held more meaning for me than I could have ever thought possible. Looking at the picture, I felt a sudden surge of anger wash over me, and I threw it on my bed. Another time, I thought to myself.
But then, I realized all I had was time. A whole lot of worthless, useless, unwanted time. So I picked the journal back up again, opened it to the first page, and checked out the book.
On the first page was a pre-printed title, “Journal.”Underneath this I wrote, “For Connor.”I felt it was appropriate. I turned the page and wrote the date, January 12, 2007. I have never been one to keep a journal. I have tried and failed many times over the course of my lifetime. But this time was different; this time it was for Connor, my son . . .