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. 48 poems tracing Katie Ruth's Route of Hope. Mature readers. Perfect Bound Paperback. 10% of the net profit will be donated to the Umthombo Strret Children Outreach in Durban, South Africa. Printed from Sustainable forests with Chain of Custody certification.. A Route of HopeSuffering anxiety attacks during her early twenties, locked in her room Katie Ruth wrote her way from the pits of despair to a full recovery using poetry and her faith in God as a means to overcome her situation. Each poem is an emotional letter to God and reflects the stage she was on the road to recovery. Now able to face the world head-on these poems trace Katie Ruth's journey back from her darkest days to the real world and back into the Light of God.In her mother's own words: "The gift of writing enabled her to track a route of hope on the journey to recovery." Here you will find a disarming charm and sincerity that allows grace to take you unawares. The truth is simple - God is very close and He loves us. His love is what our hearts need to be healed. Katie's poems remind us of these most essential truths and they make us smile.....because suddenly we know - this is true and she has lived it. Suffering anxiety attack during her early twenties, locked in her room Katie Ruth wrote her way from the pits of despair to a full recovery, able to face the world head-on. In her mother's own words:"The gift of writing enabled her to track a route of hope on the journey to recovery."Excerpts from A Route of HopeStarsTonight, can you count the stars, as they blink at you? They may seem like thousands, or maybe just a fewThe big ones and the small, the yellow and the whiteYou may see throughout the day, but mostly just at nightSometimes they will sparkle, while shining down on youLike they are reflecting all the good you doOur Lord gave us the stars and shows us there is light, No matter where; we are reminded of his might. Typique de MoiI haven't done the washing upI haven't fed the catI've got that wedding next weekendAnd haven't bought a hat! ProcrastinationShould be my middle nameI want to improveBut every day's the same. I haven't done the paperworkMy desk is piling highBut all I want to do is sitAnd gaze up at the sky. Should I tell my doctorI have low energyOr just perhapsAm I lazy? We all have potentialSo what is mine? I should try my bestThat will be fine.