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Believe me when I tell you that writing about healing from rejection is not what I thought I would be doing at this stage in my life. In fact, rejection was not even in my vocubulary when mine happened.

That year I was at the top of my television career, a five o’clock news anchor in Atlanta and engaged to the man of my dreams. I was twenty four hours away from being that woman that other women secretly hate: the woman who has it all. But within a few moments inside St. Luke’s Episcopal Church in Atlanta, I learned about rejection the hard way. I got left at the altar. Literally.

The good news here is that my story didn’t end in the church. Things got worse before they got better. But they did get better. My heart aches when I think about all the broken relationships and lingering feelings of hurt, pain, and rejection they leave behind. And even though our friends and loved ones try, it is often hard for people who have not lived it to fully understand.

That is why I wrote this book. I am certainly no professional, but I have had the best training possible. I have lived it. And not only can I talk about surviving, but I am thriving! And now I can see that the horrible moment in the church, which felt like the end of the world, was acutally a new beginning.

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