God said he was taking my child. Seven years later, he did.
Hanna’s relationship with God is undeniably unusual—of that, she is certain.
Kept secret for three generations, a stranger’s prophecy that a window from heaven would open was aimed squarely at her. But instead, deeply wounded scars shut her off from that promised breeze, sealing away any hope for self-worth and true identity. As the years continue and she navigates motherhood, she’s drawn in and shaken by vivid dreams and visions—some illuminating, others quite alarming.
“Did God just tell me he’s going to take my child?”
When the fiercest storm of Hanna’s life strikes—a brutal whirlwind of unseen daggers—it hurls her skyward only to shatter her fragile house of faith, leaving her to wrestle in a deep pit of relentless grief. She can’t imagine trusting a soul on earth to explain why God moved the way he did in her life. And even if she tried, no one would ever believe her.
“Don’t get comfy down here.” For all her inner warnings, she’s bound in anguish and despair with no visible way out.
So she begins to piece together the God-given dreams and visions, aligning her interpretations of his handiwork in the Holy Land with Scripture. From these fragments, she shapes a parable of her own—an illustration of a new house of faith. This one on a solid foundation with gentle reminders of truth, particularly the one that sets her free:
It takes the Trinity to lift a soul.
Keep a window open. Catch the breeze that binds.
Based on a true story.
