In the beginning, all I could see were the pieces. For me, it started with a single moment in time. Letters formed words. Words formed a sentence. And that single devastating sentence was followed by the sound of my heart silently breaking into millions of pieces. More pieces than I could ever count. For months I couldn't seem to move. My spirit laid still and simply focused on breathing in and out. In and out. Breath by breath. Day by day. Piece by piece. Until one day I discovered I had just enough strength to sit up and look around. Looking at the pieces around me. What a hopeless mess. I couldn't clean it up. I couldn't fix it. The broken pieces were all that was left of me. In the immediate aftermath of my sister's passing, I was at a complete loss for words. But as I fought my way through the fog of my grief and began to sort through the bits and pieces, I began to hear a whisper in my heart: "Write." So, I wrote. I took one day at a time, writing when I had the words and waiting when I didn't. Clinging to God in my grief, searching for hope in my sorrow, I watched as the bits and pieces I was writing came together to paint a picture of God's great faithfulness. This book is my standing stone of the last five years. He can create beauty out of the most hopeless of bits and pieces. Lindsey Holt lives and writes in Abilene, Texas. She has a BA in English from Lubbock Christian University and has been editing and writing professionally since college. Lindsey is married to her high school sweetheart, Heath. They spend their time chasing around their daughter and their golden retriever. As a family, their favorite activities include exploring nature, playing music, and eating homemade bread.