Stacey Maisch's Reviews > The Prayer Box

This book. I wasn’t in the mood to read it. Life was too hectic for something deep, so I wanted escapism, something light. But this was available now, when I needed something to get me through my anxiety-induced insomnia. So I started it. And I was lifted up.

Lisa Wingate’s author’s note reads:
“I believe divine Providence has brought this story into your hands too. I hope you enjoyed the journey through Iola’s prayer boxes as much as I did. If the journey is still ahead of you, I hope it takes you to far-off places… and to inner spaces as well…”

There are so many profound thoughts from this book. How perfect shells are dark inside, but cracked shells let the light shine through. How we all are our each unique blend of fissures and cracks that are stitched together and filled with lacquer until we’re strong enough to shine. Not despite our cracks, but strong because of the reinforced stitching and repairing that allows us to stand tall again.

Divine Providence or the happenstance of Libby’s availability on an ebook shelf, I don’t know if w. But I am stronger and more whole for having read this one.