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July 2011

What Women Fear

What Women Fear

Hello friends!

You know that awkward eighth grade thing where you want to dance with someone but you know you might be rejected so you don’t ask?

Well, that’s kind of how it feels when you have a new book coming out.

So, the next month or so is going to be kind of like me looking at you across the gymnasium and hoping my nerve holds out.


With that said, here’s the promo video for my new book, and below it you will find a handy-dandy little button that you can use in the event that you would like to pre-order it.

I can honestly say I poured my heart and soul into it and I am praying it blesses you richly. There will be lots more talk about it coming up soon, but for now….wanna dance?

or click HERE to order from Barnes & Noble:)

(Thank you for your support, friends!)


Everyday life, Fun, writing

These Happy Summer Days

I am at a place of contentment with my life that I can’t say I have felt in ages. I don’t know exactly what it is, and Todd and I are constantly talking about how we feel like there is so much on our plates and our calendars but we feel peace about it. We have been shifting things as we feel led to make sure we are keeping our priorities in check, but we feel like the Lord has given us extraordinary favor in being able to do what we love. I have noticed that so many times I read (and write) prayer requests and feel like I overwhelm you all with the things that are just hard. That’s definitely a part of being in community, but also, there is a time for praise to the Father who has given us all these good things. This is my public thank you to Him for allowing me to be a writer, which has been a dream of mine since I was a little girl. To imagine that He saw me even then, sitting on my bed and trying to think of things that rhymed so that I could run in and show my dad my latest masterpiece….and He knew that even now I would be smiling the same way.

I don’t take it for granted, Lord. None of it. Thank you so much for allowing me to be a steward of this great treasure…I pray I always bring Your name honor with my words.

To that end, today is a day of celebration!!!!!

A few hours ago I signed a new contract with Broadman & Holman Publishing for another 3 book deal!!! I cried and cried and cried because it was such a blessing. More than that I cried because Jennifer (my editor) told me that she was so proud of me and honored to work with me, but that she knew the truth and that she understood that my name on that paper was bittersweet. She wanted me to know she would rather have Audrey back too, and that all of this celebration has a pain that will never disappear. It’s okay. I don’t want it too. She is woven into every message I will ever be called to give. But to hear that the publisher who you are working with wants to be sensitive and aware of it? That is a gift of unspeakable honor.

I have a lot of writer friends here in Nashville, and we spend time at the pool, at coffee houses, at parties, and we talk about what is going on in the fickle world of all things music/creativity/writing etc where the market is so sketchy. But here’s what I love, and what spurred me on to write this post.

Several weeks ago we found out that our dear friend and neighbor Jon Acuff’s book Quitter had made it onto the Wall Street Journal’s Bestseller List. His amazing wife Jenny (who I go to the pool with every day and never ever get sick of. This is saying a lot). put up signs all over their yard for him for people to honk for a bestselling author and so all day long you could just hear this honking and it was so fabulous. We bought him a cake and had a twilight cake party poolside while telling him how proud we were of him. Then he and Todd posed for a picture with the very pink-looking cake and it didn’t turn out with the manly vibe they were going for so we didn’t post it. But I have it in the event I should need it.

Well, fast-forward a few weeks. Jon and Jenny know I am negotiating a book deal and know the details of it and all the concerns I have etc. They are praying with us and asking if we have heard anything. So one day we grab some whole foods for dinner and have too much so they swing by and eat with us (and then we go to the pool-sensing a pattern?). While we are eating I tell them I am about to sign the deal and they both screamed at the top of their lungs as if I had told them that they had won the lottery. They don’t know this but later that night I cried because it was so sincere, and I knew what it felt like to have someone genuinely celebrate you and have no sense of competition or insecurity…just LOVE.

Well, I had no idea that they were just starting. The next day they got a plan together and at 10:30 at night I saw a tweet with a picture of my front yard….they had pulled the ultimate summer caper. I waited to take pictures until the next morning, and this is what my lawn looked like…



So all day long there was honking and screaming and it just make me so happy. I think I was more excited about the feeling of community and what love really looks like than I was about the actual book deal (sorry B&H, you know what I mean :)) It was just so special.

At Easter the Whittaker’s had kicked it off with a 11pm adventure by planting Easter eggs in all of our yards and having all the kids come out and find them.

It’s the coolest thing-to be a part of a community that lives life together in their jammies and with the kind of love that spends time showing the world how we are called to love one another.

It’s been a summer of redemption and healing for me in some difficult areas. I wasn’t expecting the radiant love that was waiting for me here, and I thank the Lord for it. Here is a picture of a group of us from last night…celebrating sweet Heather’s birthday.

That’s Jenny Acuff on the left, then Chris Alexander, Jacinda (Heather’s bff from CA), Heather Whittaker, Me, Ally Bergstrom, Marla Parker, Keely Scott and in front Jackie Brewster, Laura Morris, and Brandi Wilson.

May God bless you all with friends who celebrate with you, weep with you, and remind you of the sweetness of fellowship.

With so much love and fullness of heart,


Luke, Uncategorized

Sweet Baby James

I know there are stories all around us that make us hit the floor weeping for strangers, but this was one that wrapped my heart up inside it. Some of you may have seen a tweet I sent out asking for prayer for a sweet little 8 month old boy named James.  A few weeks ago he was diagnosed with a brain tumor and just yesterday he went to be with the Lord.

There are times where I look at a little face, a little dimple, or, in his case a WHOLE lot of gorgeous hair and I am stripped bare with grief. Why, Lord? Why?

In many of his newborn photos he reminds me of my nephew Luke, who also had a head of hair that made women swoon as they reached for him.

And as this family grieves, I find myself grieving as well. A stranger, yes, but not in spirit. And I know all of the beautiful, perfect things I am supposed to say to a “stranger” in this position, but at the end of the day I am weeping and all I want is for it to be different. I want them to have the rest of their summer with him, and then fall and winter for years to come. I want them to hide his toes in the sand and listen to him giggle and learn what his favorite games were.

And all of us baby-loss mothers, we just have these darned pieces. Some are jagged, others soft enough to cradle until we realize they are not the real thing.

I’m broken tonight for them, and I am asking the Lord to let me bear a little of their burden. Will you join me please?

I am not going to attach any photos or anything else personal here because I have not requested to do so and I don’t want to impinge upon their processing, but they do have a blog set up and if you would like to offer prayer on their behalf I can imagine they would appreciate it.

Here is the link:

May God sustain them as they walk this road….it will certainly never be the same but I pray they feel the light of His face shining on them as they go.

With so much love, disappointment, and urging to the throne of God…


Everyday life, Just for Fun

I’m Strange That Way…

Ok, so this is one of those posts that I always think about writing and then decide that there are important things going on in the world and it just seems silly. That voice in my head is always like, “think DEEP, Angie. Make it matter…”

So, anyway, if you came here for that you will be disappointed tonight 🙂

Most of you don’t know any of these things, because they are quirky and I try very hard to hide my neurotic side on this blog, but I’m gonna let you in on this little secret of mine…

I have a LOT (a lot, lot, lot) of pet peeves.

Like, for example:

I have to have my sheets perfectly straight when I go to bed. I can’t stand when they are all wrinkly. I will get out of bed and yank on all the corners until they are straight. Quirk to the quirktastic, I know. In addition, I can’t go to bed unless my legs are smooth, and I have been known to try, only to hop out of bed, shave, and then get back in (right after the straightening I have to re-do). And if Todd’s toe touches me, I FREAK out. I’m all for snuggling, but if the foot brushes me, I lose it.

The category that includes the most intense of my bizarre pet peeves is this:

Mouth noises. 

We will include any of the following in this category: smacking gum (a gum-smacker ruined my trip to Target the other day. I could hear her three aisles over and I felt ill, ILL with the sound), chomping food like apples, nuts etc…I swear Todd has hollow teeth because the boy can chew louder than any person I know. It is a constant source of *fellowship* for us). I have super-sonic hearing, and everything is totally magnified. I’m still bitter about the gum-smacker. And how do they even do that thing where it snaps in the mouth but the lips don’t open? It’s perplexing, really. Sorry. I need to move on.

True story. I failed a ninth grade math test because the girl next to me was clicking a mint around her mouth (the horror). It was hitting her teeth and I literally couldn’t sit next to her anymore so I turned it in with only half completed. And in the event that you think it might be funny to try and do this as a prank if you meet me, know that I am not responsible for my reactions, which tend to be somewhat violent and completely involuntary).

I almost ALWAYS have the T.V. on when I go to sleep. I don’t watch it because I’m pretty much blind without my glasses or contacts, but I like the noise. Also, it’s on Food Network, because nothing ever happens that’s scary on the F.N.

I cannot physically read a book without a pen in my hand. Like, for real. If I get to the pool with a stack of books and no pen, I will track one down or mope and not pick a single book up.

I HATE talking on the phone. It doesn’t matter who it is. I would rather sit down with someone face to face or text. I don’t know what the deal is with that, I just feel like it’s weird and you can’t always gauge the other person, you know? Say yes.

I love to buy new notebooks but if I decide I have a new idea/topic, it has to be in a new notebook. I can’t combine them all. I have one that says “Women of Faith” on the cover and I had to make a quick to-do list before running out and I couldn’t. Do. It. Had to find another one and rip out a page. I have one kind of pen that I use (Papermate Profile in blue…hello, love).

It bugs me when people stop in weird places. Like, for example, the BOTTOM OF AN ESCALATOR. I’m starting to sweat and also thinking therapy is going to be my Birthday present this year.

I struggle with really bad customer service (I’m not sure if that counts as a pet peeve). When someone is being NASTY and it is totally unnecessary. I almost lost my salvation over a flight attendant. Actually, several. Also, the woman at the library who despises me and apparently doesn’t know that my late fines alone could keep that place afloat.

I get weirded out when people talk loudly about business/family/private stuff in places where nobody else wants to hear it. Think crowded airplane before takeoff.

I do have many grammar pet peeves, or when people say words a certain way and it is not the actual way to say them. I will not mention any of these specifically because I will be tormented by all of you smart-alecks, but let’s just say certain mis-pronunciations make my arm hair stand on end. Kelsey, do not even think about releasing this information or you will be CANNED. 🙂

I have about a million more, but I’m feeling like this is a little one-sided so far, so I’m going to ask you to contribute.

What are your pet peeves?????

Annnnnd, GO.