Nicole Petrino-Salter is a friend of mine. I’ve never met her, but I believe I know her heart. She’s also a writer.
Her gift as a storyteller shines in her self-published work, The Famous One. Joey Parr struggles to fill his God-shaped hole with everything except God. We’re each of us born with a place of need that only faith can fill, though many of us go after everything else in our search for love and peace and joy. Joey is no needier than most of us, but he’s destined for fame as he runs from himself via drugs and alcohol and women.
I always envied those born into faith, who grew up in faith, and whose faith seldom waivered. I remember a group of women who met at my house for prayer. Each was past menopause, and you know what? Not a single one of them had ever suffered from hot flashes. How did they manage that? I’d rip off my sweater or grab an ice pack and wonder if their bliss had anything to do with their lifetime of faith. Perhaps they had an innocence that I lacked. They had each entered marriage in innocence and remained married to the same man throughout their lifetime, an amazing concept, and one I wish I could have emulated.
And then there are the Joey’s of this world, and those such as I, who met the Lord later in life after many relationship errors. No, I didn’t do drugs — even legal ones — nor did I ever drink in excess, but that hole gaped darkly in me, as it did in Joey, until I finally met my Lord. I’m grateful to Nicole for writing a truthful book that traces one man’s search and discovery.
I like what Robert Lipardo, a multi-published author, said of this book: “An engaging plot; characters that are real and intriguing; true craftsmanship — what more can you ask? Nicole Petrino-Salter’s writing is certain to touch many people.”
I agree. I hope you’ll order a copy. And if you want to be challenged as a writer and a truth-speaker, visit Nicole’s blog: Into the Fire
You're a doll, N. And a true friend. Thank you so much.
Now let's get some sales going! I linked this to Facebook, so you can link there, too, and we'll see what happens, girlfriend.
Thanks for sharing, Normandie. I grew up in a home where my mom took us to church, but my dad stayed home. I became a follower of Christ because of friends–not from church, because they never really talked about the relationship with Jesus and God.Blessings,Cheryl
God grabbed hold of me in spite of myself! What a blessing it is, whenever we come to faith. Thanks for commenting, Cheryl.