"I had just been told I was going to have twins: I absolutely had to cry, and at the same time I could only imagine someone must be playing an elaborate prank on me."

While it was definitely not a prank when the author found out she was having twins, it would not be the last time she cried (or looked for the hidden cameras) in the weeks and months ahead. The Day Between: A Memoir of Miracles weaves together the story of an ordinary military family whose twin girls have a long fight to birth, including a harrowing emergency surgery at 20 weeks. Mixed in with the tears of loss and heartbreak are the light-hearted emotions of encouragement and hope as the author shares the lessons she gains during her journey. Faith is tested as she mourns the death of one daughter, and faith is ultimately proven true in the miraculous birth of the other. 

This story will bring hope and healing to those who have dealt with grief and disappointment and help others recognize the miracles in their own lives
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Knowing this author's story, I hesitated to read mainly because I knew my tears would come. And this morning, as dreary as a Wednesday in November in Texas can be, I finally sat down and read. It took me just a few hours to read through in one sitting but I did give myself little breaks here and there when the words started to be blurry. I wept through this memoir. I wept for her loss and grief but mostly, for her words. Her testimony that God will provide, that God is sufficient, that God is in control and that our children, aren't ours but God's children. I wept reading her love of Christ. This is what faith looks like, sounds like, reads like. And to have known just a fragment of her story and finally reading this entirety, I couldn't be more humbled by the grace and strength Abigail has shown throughout that season of loss.
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This book isn't just for mothers who have experienced grief, though it is a comforting and lovely read. This book is for anyone who has been feeling "blinded" by all the things we see on the news  and wondering where God is in this chaos and when will He step in? This is a testimony of being consumed with worry and fear creeping into our heart, all the while praying our "please please please please God" lowest of lows prayer that WE'VE ALL been on, and only in hindsight do we get to see He was right there in our chaos and hasn't really left us. We've just been so focused on other things. We focus on what we know, not what our Father knows. 

So thank you for your story, Abigail. To God be the Glory and to you, my book nerd fam, who has had your day of being broken, beaten down; your day of loss, of mourning, I will pray for you in your wait. I will pray for your "day between." 

Abigail Wilson is a Christian memoirist and blogger. She lives in San Antonio, Tx with her husband, three children and a healthy dose of humor and caffeine to keep her company. 
She loves traveling, sleeping, sitting on beaches without getting in the water and writing about herself in the third person for biography purposes.

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Ever get the feeling that some serendipitous moments are more divine interventions? Or maybe that's me. I've been "chasing" Jesus almost my whole life. I've read every book in the New Testament, and managed only to make it through Numbers in the Old Testament. When I look back to my past for reflections, I can pinpoint where I felt Him the most, and the days where my doubts and fears won me over. 

It's a bit - and I'll use the word, weird here, as I have no other words right now - weird to read someone else's musings and simultaneously say, "that's me," and "that's so not me." I read Confessions in one sitting and Sarahbeth is witty, and honest, and incredibly curious about her faith - both her place in Judaism and her eventual path to Christianity. 

I suppose if I was born Jewish, with the same fervor in finding Christ, I would have penned almost exactly this story. Except, I'm not. Growing up in the Philippines, you were either Catholic or a Muslim. I remember being introduced to a few Baptists when I moved to Texas. As an adolescent girl who wanted to fit in, I noticed that most of my counterparts were Southern Baptists. I wasn't a "Christian." Because of my ignorance - you were either a Christian (Baptists) or not - I deflated anything Catholic related. I remember in college being 'saved.' Nevermind, that I had grown up in the Church, did the religious classes for communion, and confirmation - rite of passages for a Catholic kid. Also, glaring obvious that I've pointed out to several Southern Baptists who have tried to convert me, that I didn't realize that there were two Jesus Christs in history. She counterpointed by saying, I'm not a true Catholic then, if I didn't know the names to ALL the Saints......There are thousands, let me tell you, and I promise not knowing all of them is not a basis to determine if you're a "good Catholic" or a "bad Catholic."

I know nothing about my faith. I still equate my collegiate year in 2004 as the moment I felt at peace with the world and my place in it. It's funny that Sarahbeth said her literal "come to Jesus" moment happened on the bathroom floor of her dormitory. Mine was on a stairwell, bottom floor of my dorm, overlooking the campus gym. Not exactly the perfect setting for both of us to begin our spiritual journey. I also remember the hypocrisy of Evangelicals and the "Christian" culture. I felt the pull of being torn. That no matter what I do, how many questions I ask, I will never be good enough to warrant a place at His table.

I'm digressing. This story isn't about my walk in faith. It's Sarabeth's. But I feel so connected to her that her story might as well be mine! While I didn't grow up wanting to be a Nun (her case, a Rabbi), I often felt out of place in high school and college. Where my friends partied and experimented, I only wanted to drink from His cup and know so much more about Christ. He really is someone worth knowing. He is worth loving.

Him.

His Words.

His way of life, of living and being should be looked at, read over, poured and thought about, and followed - especially in today's glaringly hypocritical Christian culture. We're not all worshipping the same way, but love looks like Him. Is Him. Somewhere in our society, we pick up pieces that we like, and throw away the ones that we don't. 

Thank you, Sarahbeth for your story. Your pilgrimage and testimony of a faith is something that most of us 'cradle Christians' take for granted. I truly believe in this divine intervention and that Confessions of a Prodigal Daughter isn't just your memoir, as much as it is stories and reflections on some of us who lost the spring in our spiritual step, and waiting until we can come back home again. 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

​Sarahbeth (SB, Beth) Caplin is a blogger, freelance writer, editor, and self-published author of nonfiction, young adult fiction, and poetry. Her memoir Confessions of a Prodigal Daughter (2012) ranked #1 in Amazon’s top 100 bestselling personal growth books, and her follow-up memoir Confessions of a Jew-ish Skeptic (2016) ranked #6 in Amazon’s Ecumenism category. On the side, she is also a jewelry maker and figure skater.
A former seminary student, Beth holds a bachelor’s degree in English Literature from Kent State University, and is currently at work on a master’s in creative writing at Colorado State University.
Her work has appeared in The Sun (magazine), xoJane, FeminineCollective, Patheos, and Christians for Biblical Equality, among other places. She writes regularly for Off the Page and Friendly Atheist. Beth edited five novels for Booktrope before the publisher closed its doors in 2016, and she is an associate editor for the Colorado Review. Originally from Cleveland, Ohio, she lives in northern Colorado with her husband, Joshua, and two cat children, Zoey and Catniss Everclean.

For more about Sarahbeth:
Website/blog: www.sbethcaplin.com
Facebook: Facebook.com/authorsarahbethcaplin
Twitter: @SbethCaplin