So I wrote a little ebook. 40 pages to be exact. About poop.
But before you look away in disgust, please hear me out.
When I wrote The Wall Around Your Heart, the title I kept calling it was What to Do After People Poop on You. The publishers weren’t too keen on that title (for obvious reasons), but I knew the metaphor made sense.
When we’re hurt, we feel like we’ve been pooped on. And we’re left with the relational mess to clean up afterwards. I’ve been speaking about this over a year now, and as…