All you want is to get lost in the beauty and peace of stories that let you grieve while still reminding you to hope.
But instead, you spend your escape time scanning reviews, trying to decide between stories that feel like they’ve already been told, and content that leaves you scrubbing images from your mind.
What if you could find a story strong enough to shield you from your thoughts while still reflecting deep truths?
After calling multiple countries home as a child, I know the value of having safe books you can escape to–whether you’re eating sticky rice, dumplings, or scones. Because as my world changed around me, it was stories that inspired hope and reminded me to keep loving.
Whether I’m running through wildflowers, climbing windswept mountains, or pondering new books, I cannot escape one question. How can I honor this gift by crafting it into a story?
Do you also use stories to gain courage?