I’m selective about which books I read..and am so happy to recommend Relentless Love.
It’s easy for me to read words but not pay attention to their meaning. It happens with fiction, non-fiction, instruction manuals…you name it. I can slip into reading any genre with mindlessness and disinterest, as though the passages say, “Length times width times height equals boredom.”
Not so with Relentless Love. This book knocks me CONSCIOUS. When I read, actually read the words and the meaning, I’m astounded and transformed further.
Who would I be if I believed, down to my very core, that my slate has been wiped clean for good? And you?