I braced myself for disappointment
when opening The Broken Way;
After Ann’s first book had been so life-changing
how could this sequel measure up?
I’m still not sure how, but it has.
This book answers questions
I didn’t even know I had
after reading One Thousand Gifts.
One question in particular:
If Eucharisteo always precedes the miracle…
what is the miracle that is to follow?
That is the question The Broken Way seeks to answer.
I would try to explain,
but Ann does so much better.
Her words are poetry, impossible to speed-read,
inspiring me to slow and consider each one.
The stories are deep, but not out of reach.
Deep like the foundation of your own home,
down-to-earth as you might expect from a farmer’s wife:
illustrations that come from the ground we all walk on.
Ann gently uncovers the “unspoken broken”
hidden deep in the cracks of “your one broken heart”.
“Maybe the love gets in easier right where the heart’s broke open?”
And maybe a heart that’s broken is better for pouring love out.
Ann tells me that “what matters in your life
is not so much what happens to you
but what you happen to remember…”
And I want to remember her words.
So I draw lines in the book
and write words on sticky notes
because the things I choose to remember
will influence how my life happens.
I don’t always write in books
and rewrite the words I read
so as to keep them within reach,
but Ann’s words I do.
I read One Thousand Gifts three times,
soaking in the beautiful, poignant stories,
so I should have known to expect that The Broken Way
would be full to the brim with more of the same.