I met Beth at the very first writers conference I attended. It was her first conference too. One night close to the end of the week we sat drinking Starbucks and eating chocolate (a survival mechanism at writers conferences) while sharing our dreams and laughter. Beth can always make you laugh. She had just quit her job to write full time…to write her book. And write a book she did. This month she is launching Let Me Fall, a true story about a girl, an addiction, and God’s love. Enjoy meeting the voice of my friend, Beth Pensinger and check out her book on Amazon.
Not necessarily. Doesn’t it take time to be able to recognize someone’s voice? I’ve spent countless hours with Jennifer Aniston: Friends episodes, Office Space, Bruce Almighty, Along Came Polly, and The Switch, just to name a few. Though we don’t have a relationship, I know her voice. Of course, I don’t really know her and she isn’t even aware of the existence of a girl named Beth Pensinger.
But God is. And He invites me to something far more profound than His next red-carpet movie premiere. My invitation references a relationship with this complex Being. Experiences. Interaction. Expectation of hearing from Him.
I’m no expert on shepherding, but I have a pretty good idea that the longer the sheep spend in their shepherd’s presence, the easier it is to recognize his voice above the bleating, grunting, and snorting of the other sheep. Even if they sound like Jennifer Aniston.
About Beth’s book:
Anyone who’s struggled with an addiction of some sort would agree that finding lasting contentment from the actual addiction is much like a dog chasing its tail—only a lot less adorable.
Let Me Fall is the love story between God and His dimwitted daughter. I’m the dimwit in case you were wondering.
As a grown woman, it pains me to admit that the catalyst for this story was my obsession with Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight saga, and the despair immediately following my reading it. If my despair were merely of the lighthearted, “oh darn I chipped a nail” variety, you wouldn’t be reading this book description. But it wasn’t, and you are. As in most tales of woe, I hit rock-bottom, which meant all my nails got chipped. Fearing the savage state of my cuticles as well as my heart, I finally called out to Father God for help. Spoiler Alert: He showed up with a spiritual defibrillator.
Let Me Fall is where my literal world figuratively collides with God as He shows me more of who I am and who He is. My story isn’t a formula for falling in love with God. But I would be thrilled if it is a catalyst for others to do the same.
More about Beth: