FREE BOOK! Today is the Last Day

In just over 24 hours, my new book, “Reclaiming Hope: Overcoming the Challenges of Parenting Foster and Adopted Children,” which launched yesterday on National Orphan Day has met with some incredible statistics! I’ve been floored by the response!

As this writing, my book is in NUMBER ONE position in all of its categories.

And, it’s #144 in ALL free Kindle Books. THAT’S WILD!

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And the reviews are pouring in. I’m so honored and grateful.

That the heart of why I chose to write this soul-baring book… to encourage others, offer comfort and camaraderie, and to say out-loud the things so often left unsaid, is being experienced.

One reviewer said:

“Marcy Pusey in her book, Reclaiming Hope, shares her story of fostering and adopting with such candor and heart. She doesn’t sugarcoat the reality or gloss over the warts or romanticize the notion of growing a family through this avenue. Instead Ms. Pusey writes her story of loving her foster and adopted kids with a warrior spirit, and in doing so, other parents in her shoes are both being heard and being given a voice- a voice of courage, possibility, and hope. Ms. Pusey makes sure they know they are not alone.”

Wow!

And so many others are responding in similar ways.

The best news is that

Reclaiming Hope: Overcoming the Challenges of Parenting Foster and Adopted Children is FREE TODAY. 

Why?

Because I want everyone who needs this book to get it.Reclaiming_Hope__Kindle_Cover

So spread the word!

Click here to share it on Facebook. Click here to share on Twitter.

And please! Once you’ve read it, leave a review! I deeply appreciate your feedback.

Oh, and feel free to follow the book on its new Facebook page HERE.

The count-down is on!

Happy National Orphan Day! {And Reclaiming Hope Book Launch}

Reclaiming_Hope__Kindle_Cover Well friends, today is the day I’ve been waiting on for soooooo long.

Okay, for 88 days.

Today is the day my newest baby shakes out its wings and flies into the world.

Ironically enough, I didn’t plan to launch my new book, “Reclaiming Hope: Overcoming the Challenges of Parenting Foster and Adopted Children” on National Orphan Day.

Because of lots of formatting issues, my book was delayed a week. I realized the date I’d set was rather arbitrary but I’d set up promos around it and the thought of changing it was stressful.

But the eve of my launch last week, still no formatted book.

SO I changed it to THIS Sunday. To today.

And miraculously, the promos I’d set up could change with me.

Only then did I realize what this Sunday, what today is.

What this launch day is.

It’s National Orphan Day.

And my book is about orphans and social orphans.

And Reclaiming HOPE in the midst of the challenges of raising orphans.

God knew the day this book needed to enter the world.

And I’m grateful.

I’m learning to hold plans loosely, because even though change may come through difficult situations, it might just end up EVEN BETTER in the end.

BECAUSE TODAY IS THE DAY!

Reclaiming Hope: Overcoming the Challenges of Parenting Foster and Adopted Children is available TODAY. 

And for TWO days.. it’s FREE.

Why?

Because I want everyone who needs this book to get it. Get it here FREE on November 8th and November 9th.

Screen Shot 2015-11-07 at 10.55.25 PMAND GET THIS… in its first 24 hours, Reclaiming Hope was:

NUMBER 1 in Hot New Releases,

Number 1 in the Top 100 Paid,

and NUMBER 1 in Family Health.

And I wasn’t even selling it yet.

So spread the word!

Click here to share it on Facebook. Click here to share on Twitter.

And please! Once you’ve read it, leave a review! I deeply appreciate your feedback.

Here we goooooooooo!

{Dad} and the Bigger Picture

This, I believe, is one of the greatest lessons my dad has taught me…

One that has spared me many undue heartache.

One that I wish I’d learned much sooner… but am grateful to have learned at all.

The wisdom of living assumption-free, trust-filled, and believing in more than I can see.

To take in a circumstance with all that my eyes, ears, and heart can understand… and then believe that there is more to it than I can know… and to rest in the assurance that Someone knows. It doesn’t have to be me.

Though I often wish it were.

How easy it is to look at a weed… one sole weed… and determine that the entire garden must be over-ridden with this decrepit beauty-choker. What frustration, hopelessness, and despair could overwhelm me… if I never looked up.

Never looked up to see a beautifully flourishing garden… weed-free.

To pull just one weed and be at ease.

One weed at a time.

Or maybe it’s not a weed.

But a miscarriage. Financial loss. Death of a loved one. Disease. A broken relationship. An unexpected bill.

A friend’s comment. Or lack of comment.

An envied gift given to another.

Whatever it may be… it’s an opportunity to allow that one moment to suck you in and convince you that God is dead, life is unworthy of living, and what you see is all there is… and it is unexplainable. Unacceptable. Unlivable.

Oh how I’ve bore up under these moments! These lies! When I was convinced that death was far better than life! That my dad must hate me. That no one loves me. Not one.

Only to have my head lifted.

To see a garden… beautiful, weed-free… goodness that overwhelms a moment. A circumstance. A broken expectation.

To see that her death changed more lives that her life had… because of her life lived… then given over.

To realize the unspoken comment… wasn’t absent from mind and heart, just air.

That the loss of what I thought I wanted and needed… wasn’t what I wanted or needed… and I was free from the tangle.

To hand over something I did want… knowing that I can be better without it.

To surrender what I see… and trade it in for the hope of what is unseen. The knowledge that is unknown.

To recognize the command as an invitation… the discipline as life-sparing.

Hate… not as hate, but of a very hard love… a love needed to see true change. The hardest kind of love… but the truest.

To live a life that trusts the unseen, that believes and hopes in the greater… that refuses to waste pain for the greatness that can come from it. To be mastered by no moment, no fickle feeling, no thing that we’ve established as greater than we are.

Save One.

The One who sees all, knows all, understands all, offers all.

For free.

To rest in the assurance that I am loved and all is for my good. What a life of peace and security!

My dad has taught me this… through difficult lessons, unexpected surprises, moment of humility and regret at having jumped to conclusions.

May this be a lesson I continue to grasp… in every moment of every day, and live out in such a way that the world around me releases the hold of false assumptions, accusation, self-absorbed thinking, generalizations of each moment onto every moment.

And meet my dad.

Because he’d love to show you his garden.

Your garden.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones.

Proverbs 3:5-8

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I’m spending 31 days writing about my confessions and the lessons {Dad} has taught me. This is day 8 of 31 Days in 2012.