Love Letters to Miscarried Moms

Below is an article I wrote for the OCCWF (Orange County Christian Writer's Conference) on Samantha Evans, author of Love Letters to Miscarried Moms.
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Last year, the Beverly Bush Smith Aspiring Writer Award was inaugurated in memory of Beverly Bush, former Co-Director Emeritus of OCCWF, who went home to the Lord in 2009. The first recipient of the award, in the form of a scholarship, was Samantha Evans. As we anticipate this year’s conference, we contacted Samantha to see how her writing progresses.


Samantha’s first book, Love Letters to Miscarried Moms available through Amazon.com and Borders.com, is a testimony to God’s faithfulness and the significance He bestows on our life, despite the circumstances that seem to say otherwise.

Samantha experienced the joy of becoming pregnant, the wonder of a baby developing in her, and the devastation of a miscarriage. On the night she miscarried, God laid the phrase, “Love Letters to Miscarried Moms” on her heart, and she knew she was writing a book. In the midst of deep sorrow, she sat at her keyboard and let the Lord move her fingers. Little by little, as the book emerged, so did Samantha, from the depths of a dark place.

Samantha is a minister and a writer. Her mission is to “be a pen in the Master’s hands.” She has certainly accomplished this in Love Letters to Miscarried Moms. She employs wit and transparent sincerity to convey the depth of her experience. With stories and encouragement that make you laugh and cry, Samantha will walk the grieving mother through her own process to experience all her heart holds.

Samantha was both excited and shocked to receive the Beverly Bush Smith Aspiring Writer Award. She entered without expecting to win. But the Lord used the encouragement of this award, and circumstances that opened her time, to position her to finish the book this past summer. With one out of every four or five pregnancies ending in miscarriage, this is an important work on a topic rarely addressed.

In addition to birthing this book, Samantha again conceived and is expecting a valentine baby. She says, “Through all of my trials God has reminded me with a wink that He is the best story-teller of all. My baby, my Valentine, a love letter from God.”

You can read excerpts from Samantha’s book on her blog: http://loveletters2miscarriedmoms.wordpress.com/. You can also visit her Facebook page named: "Love Letters to Miscarried Moms”. I encourage you to get a copy for yourself and one for the precious woman in your life that needs to be heard and understood in her own journey back from a dark place of loss and grief.

Register for your opportunity to be this year’s recipient of the Beverly Bush Smith Aspiring Writer Award at http://occwf.org/bevsmithwriteraward.html



~~ Susan Skommesa ~~
http://susanskommesa.blogspot.com/

Author Simon Tolkien, Grandson of JRR Tolkien, Keynote Speaker at OCCWC

Southern California writers! The OCCWC (Orange County Christian Writer's Conference) is coming April 29 & 30. Go to http://www.occwf.org/ for details & take advantage of the early-bird registration. Keynote speakers are Simon Tolkien & Vinita Hampton Wright! Hone your craft as you glean from speakers, workshop presenters, and fellowship with established authors. The conference is a great opportunity for the novice as well as the seasoned.  See you there!

When was the last time you made yourself something?

Last week I went to leave the house and noticed my coat, hat, gloves, and scarf all were mismatched. Up here in the mountains, where winter includes snow and cold, these items are a necessity. As a girl who loves her accessories, I couldn't believe I didn't have any matching sets!  So the other day I couldn't sleep, and started thinking about my mismatched winter apparel. By 2:00 am I had a foot worth of a beautiful cable knit scarf started. I can't remember the last time I made myself something.

When was the last time you made yourself something?

Susan

FORGIVENESS

This year is my 30th high school reunion. For the first time in as many years I am connecting with my former classmates. I didn't enjoy high school. It was filled with too many dramas and hurts, even within my closest circle of friends. Both inside and outside that circle, I felt an enormous pressure to be a certain way. Debilitating judgments were made basically against everyone, and by everyone. We labeled each other based on those judgments. This overall lack of acceptance amongst us wreaked havoc with my self-esteem. As I now reconnect with those class mates I'm discovering that many had a similar perception of our high school years.

Of course as I trip down memory lane, and I think about the offenses against me, I realize that I still own hurts, grudges, and judgments from those years. Yet, in the midst of these memories, a freeing thought suddenly blazes through my mind. As I begin to realize what's lurking in my heart, as I take stock of the sins that were committed against me, I become acutely aware that these are the very sins I've committed against others. This is wildly liberating as all the monsters of my past melt into kids who where as hurting, immature, and defensive as me. Their judgments against me were not about my value, but about their perception of their own value.

And if this isn't enough, another realization zooms in and makes my heart giddy: The enemy of my soul wants to use my past to destroy my present by keeping offenses alive that no longer exist, except in my unforgiveness. Without forgiveness, I live in the chains of yesterday's resentments, judgments, and hurts today. The Father knows forgiveness is terribly difficult, so Jesus meets me in my hurts and resentments, and takes me through the process of forgiveness: realization, acknowledgement, surrender, apology, release, and freedom. Sometimes this process happens in lightning speed, as in this case. Other times I find myself walking through a long process of pealing the onion, layer by layer, in order to get to the sweet core. Either way, true and honest forgiveness is His door to my freedom.

ODE TO DIVORCE

ODE TO DIVORCE

by Susan Skommesa

1980

Marriage

Is an old bridge

Swaying ruthlessly

Between two weather eroded

Cuts of land

Old rope handles

Bitten into by the elements

Boards

Missing at intervals

Swallowed by the churning river below

Each bank

Wearing away

Loosening its grip on the bridge

Till finally

The bridge plunges to the rocks below

Leaving behind

Two broken cuts of land

THE SURFACE

THE SURFACE
by Susan Skommesa

4/17/09

The mirror welcomes

The world sees

The stranger knows...

The surface

The cheeks brushed

The eyes colored

The lips painted

the surface

The PC words

The polite air

The sweet smile

The surface

As long as I look good

And you think I am good...

I am good

The surface

THE TEXTURE OF RELAXATION

THE TEXTURE OF RELAXATION

by Susan Skommesa

10/11/09

The absence of the rat-race startles me

Stillness infiltrates every fiber of my being

Surprisingly, the stillness is teaming with life:

Trees whisper their dance across my attention

A tender cool breeze tickles my skin

Vibrant air pulls up deep releasing breaths from my core

A symphony of birds siphons off my tension

The majestic rise of mountains refires my creativity

Delightful creatures all around hold my curiosity

And by the end of the day...

As a swash of brilliant stars consumes the night sky

The chains of the city release their hold