Part of what makes this story so hard for me to write about is that I’m married to a Maddy, the heroine of this book, my husband being a man who uses God as the ruler by which everyone is measured, and no one, especially not me, measures up. So how does one review a book like this, one that hits so close to home that it literally could be your own story? The words I’d use to describe Flowers from the Storm are amazing, incredible, and heartwarming, compelling, complex, gut wrenching, joyous, painful, comforting… such contrasting words and emotions that it would take pages and pages to explain why it all means so much to me and frankly, I just don’t have that in me when it comes to this story. And wow, when I say that out loud, I realize how strange it sounds.

And, as odd as it might sound, I find that I’m very protective of Christian, worried about revealing too much of his story. Well, I didn’t have to try hard at all with this story, and no matter how many times I’ve attempted to write this review, I find myself in tears.

With any book I read, I hope to connect with the hero and heroine, to feel what it is the author is trying to convey. My review is a cheesy, rambling, hot mess, so read at your own risk. I'm going to start with a warning - this is probably the worse review I've ever written because of how deeply, how emotionally I connected with the hero.

Flowers from the storm