Sometimes it takes a while to find the words for something you already know in your heart.
As I’ve continued writing my Seasons of Faith series, I’ve thought a lot about the kinds of stories I’m drawn to tell—and why I feel called to tell them.
I write about ordinary people living ordinary lives: families gathering around a table, children growing up, people falling in love, facing loss, healing, struggling, laughing, praying, and finding their way through the different seasons of life.
But woven through those ordinary moments is something more.
I love stories where the veil between Heaven and earth grows thin. Where signs and wonders appear in unexpected places. Where a moment can feel too perfectly timed to be coincidence. Where those we love in Heaven don’t always seem quite so far away.
And through it all, Christ is at the center.
My faith is not something I add to my stories after they are written. It is why I write them in the first place.
When I feel inspired to write, it feels like the Holy Spirit is gently tapping me on the shoulder.
I want to tell stories about family, faith, hope, healing, second chances, and the presence of God in our everyday lives. Stories that acknowledge that life can be difficult and uncertain, while reminding us that we never walk through those seasons alone.
A Christmas Room – A Tale of Faith, Love & Light began that journey for me. Now, as I write A Spring Garden – A Tale of Hope, Healing, and Renewal and look ahead to A Fall Harvest, I realize these aren’t simply individual books.
They are different seasons in the lives of people I have come to love writing about—and different opportunities to explore the ways God works through those lives.
Perhaps that is what The Seasons of Faith means to me most.
There are seasons of joy and seasons of sorrow. Seasons of waiting, healing, beginning again, and giving thanks. And sometimes, in the middle of an otherwise ordinary day, Heaven feels just a little closer.
These are the stories I’m called to write.
And if these are the kinds of stories you love to read, I hope you’ll come along with me.
God Bless,
Ellen M. DuBois
