#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller


One Moment At a Time

I’ve never lost a father before, so this is a new trail to ride. There’s no map or guidebook.

I am always grateful for my faith, but even more so now.

I’m grateful, too, for all your kind words and prayers.

In the interest of doing what my dad would want me to do, I’m not going to record the whole journey of mourning on this blog. I’ll share what feelings and insights seem appropriate, but after this week, I’m going to try to talk about the things we usually talk about. The abundant blessings of this life–the newest book–the one in progress–Sadie and Bernice, the horses coming home (very soon), the antics of my two crazy cats–the process of renovation at the main house.

Life, after all, goes on. The sun comes up. Light sparkles on the lake. Sadie snores. Bernice yaps at everything. And it’s all precious.

Today, niece-assistant Jenni is taking me out for breakfast. Then we’re going to stop off at Michael’s for a few craft supplies. If ever there was a time for art therapy, this is it.

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