Shout-Out For Friends, With Kathy McKinsey

Great news comes in packages. Last week I shared one friend's new suspense book release. Scroll down if you missed this fabulous post.

This week, my good friend, Kathy McKinsey announces her new book, All My Tears. I have read these stories and have been so touched by the five women's lives portrayed in this book. Stories of hope, forgiveness, and more.

Kathy belongs to the same ACFW critique group 201 as my last guest and me. I'm so excited to share this second release from our group!

Kathy writes heart-warming women's fiction. She has seen the rough side of life. From these experiences she pens stories destined to help readers who either walk similar paths or know someone who has.

Kathy has a heart for sharing God's love for us in her stories. She asked to share her thoughts with you:

ALL MY TEARS, releasing April 2, is a collection of five novellas about women fighting battles within themselves. Fear; addiction; regret; anger at God and other people; anger at ourselves; inability to accept forgiveness; loneliness; depression.

All of us have faced some of these, or other enemies, inside ourselves. The main characters in my book are people like any of us, fighting these villains in ordinary daily life.

What I hope to show through these real-life battles is the true hope and grace we can find to be healed from God.

Meet women whom I pray you will like and who may remind you of yourself or people you know. Share their stories with their friends and families, through struggle and joy, fun and stress, falling and getting up again.

The stories in my book are not autobiographical. However, I have dealt with depression for years. I know what it means to not believe God can forgive me. I have faced the struggles to keep a marriage and a family going strong. And I know how God’s grace can fight, and win, these battles.

Psalm 56:8: “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.”

Five women search for God’s hope through sorrow and deep troubles.

Meet five women who struggle with life’s deep sorrows.

*Beth fights to recover from alcoholism and to mend her relationships with her family.

*Ann doesn’t believe God will forgive her.

*Kathleen wrestles with a years-old fear and with saving her marriage.

*Cassie needs to learn to deal with chronic depression.

*Martie finds herself the single parent of the eight-year-old niece she barely knows when the child’s parents die in a car wreck.

See how God gives them the gifts of hope, healing, and love.

Click Here for Book Link

Kathy McKinsey grew up on a pig farm in Missouri, and although she’s lived in cities for nearly 40 years, she still considers herself a farm girl.

She’s been married to Murray for 31 years, and they have five adult children.

She’s had two careers before writing—being a stay-at-home-Mom and working as a rehabilitation teacher of the blind.

Now she lives in Lakewood, Ohio with her husband and two of her children. Besides writing, she enjoys activities with her church, editing for other writers, braille transcribing, crocheting, knitting, and playing with the cat and dogs.

Contact Kathy at: Kathy.mckinsey@gmail.com

You can also subscribe to her weekly blog: Kathy's Blog

This post has been brought to you by the one-word: KudosKathy!

In other news...

My book, Daring to Live is a finalist in the huge writing contest: the Selahs. Winners will be announced this May.

Available on Amazon: Book Link

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