It’s been three and a half years since I first put on The Dress.
If you’d told me then where the whole thing would end up, I might have laughed in your face.
Sure, I wanted to write.
I would have said you were crazy. And I would have been right.
But crazy hasn’t stopped me yet.
So much has changed since I wore The Dress for that year. There are things about the work of justice that I’m just beginning to understand—things I wish I’d known when I started. Things I would do differently if given the year to do over again.
But there is tremendous good there, too. That black dress taught me so much about freedom, and I learned even more as Susanna and I sat down to write its story. When we set out to put the year into words and pages and chapters, I thought it was the story of a girl and a dress and a fundraising campaign to help end human trafficking.
And it is.
But that’s not the whole of it.
It’s also the story of a girl whose best efforts are full of mixed up motives. It’s about how I thought (and think) that my actions determine my value, and how hard it is for me to believe that I’m loved.
And ultimately, it’s about a God who is faithful when things get ugly—even when his faithfulness can only be seen in hindsight.
I can’t wait to share this story with you.
On March 1st—just six months from now!—it releases into the wild.
In the meantime, it’s up for pre-order in various places around the internet. The book that had me wondering at times if it would ever be. The one that I doubted and questioned and even tried to hide from.
It’s for real.
Somebody pinch me. I think I might be dreaming.