Anne Peterson, for the witty, sarcastic, single-woman’s perspective. You rock!
My writing pals, Jan Coleman and Judi Braddy, as well as our Monday night Acts2U group and my Westside family for praying me through this one.
Chip MacGregor, my friend and agent, for making it possible to use those two words in the same sentence. And, as a former visiting professor at Oxford, for jogging my memory about Evensong, Blackwell’s, and the Eagle and Child pub.
I thank God on a regular basis for my brilliant editor, Ami McConnell, who makes the book-birthing process such a joy even through the editing pain and my descents into neurosis. Your encouragement, gentle guidance, and belief in me mean the world.
Anne Christian Buchanan, fellow movie lover and excellent line editor. If God is in the details—well, you’re not God, but He’s certainly working through you. Thanks, wonder woman!
Allen Arnold, Amanda Bostic, Rebecca Seitz, and the rest of the gang at WestBow Press, for the prayers and the partnership.
Mom, for always cheering me on.
And as always, Michael, my beloved, who puts up with an absent, neurotic wife and acts as the guardian at the deadline gate, turning away distractions. Thanks for the PG Tips in the morning and the sustenance in the evening, honey. Without you, I couldn’t do this. Thank you for your sacrificial love and for your artist’s heart and soul. Je t’adore.
To contact Laura,
visit her Web site at
www.laurajensenwalker.com
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