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| TRISH PERRY |
Award-winning novelist Trish Perry is the
author of the chick lit books, Too Good to Be
True (Harvest House 2007) and The Guy I'm
Not Dating (Harvest House 2006). She is the
editor of Ink and the Spirit, the quarterly
newsletter of the Capital Christian Writers
organization in the Washington metropolitan
area. Before her novels, Perry published short
stories, essays, devotionals, and poetry in
such publications as Pockets children’s
magazine; the Christmas book, All is Calm, All
is Bright (Baker/Revell); the
pregnancy/childbirth book, The Wish, the Wait,
the Wonder (Harper Collins); The War Cry; The
Washington Post On-line; The Washington
Post Magazine; Whispers from Heaven; Keys
for Kids; and The One Year Book of Devotions
for Girls 2 (Tyndale).
A summa cum laude graduate (B.A.,
Psychology) of George Mason University in
Virginia, Perry served as President of Psi Chi,
the honor society for Psychology majors. She
was a stockbroker in the 1980s, and held
positions at the Securities and Exchange
Commission and in several Washington, D.C.
law firms. She serves on the Board of
Directors of the Capital Christian Writers
organization, and she is a member of the
American Christian Fiction Writers group and
Romance Writers of America.
Perry lives in Northern Virginia with her
teenaged son and a menagerie of ridiculous
critters. She invites you to visit her at
www.trishperrybooks.com, and she would
love to send you a signed copy of either of her
books, through SignedByTheAuthor.
author of the chick lit books, Too Good to Be
True (Harvest House 2007) and The Guy I'm
Not Dating (Harvest House 2006). She is the
editor of Ink and the Spirit, the quarterly
newsletter of the Capital Christian Writers
organization in the Washington metropolitan
area. Before her novels, Perry published short
stories, essays, devotionals, and poetry in
such publications as Pockets children’s
magazine; the Christmas book, All is Calm, All
is Bright (Baker/Revell); the
pregnancy/childbirth book, The Wish, the Wait,
the Wonder (Harper Collins); The War Cry; The
Washington Post On-line; The Washington
Post Magazine; Whispers from Heaven; Keys
for Kids; and The One Year Book of Devotions
for Girls 2 (Tyndale).
A summa cum laude graduate (B.A.,
Psychology) of George Mason University in
Virginia, Perry served as President of Psi Chi,
the honor society for Psychology majors. She
was a stockbroker in the 1980s, and held
positions at the Securities and Exchange
Commission and in several Washington, D.C.
law firms. She serves on the Board of
Directors of the Capital Christian Writers
organization, and she is a member of the
American Christian Fiction Writers group and
Romance Writers of America.
Perry lives in Northern Virginia with her
teenaged son and a menagerie of ridiculous
critters. She invites you to visit her at
www.trishperrybooks.com, and she would
love to send you a signed copy of either of her
books, through SignedByTheAuthor.
My Personal Testimony
I was raised in a Catholic home, so
I always believed Jesus was the
Son of God. I believed He died on
the cross and that it was my fault.
And I believed He rose from the
dead, but that part puzzled me;
what did His resurrection have to
do with me? I also believed my life
would be one long (hopefully)
tallying of marks for good behavior
and for bad, at the end of which I’d
probably have some spiritual
suffering or gruntwork to do in
order to even everything out and
get into Heaven.
That first sentence, above, is why I
give much credit to my Catholic
upbringing. I truly never struggled
to believe in Jesus’s relationship
with His Father. I was simply
ignorant about His relationship
with me. He opened my heart to
that when my sister took a horrible
fall down the stairs and lapsed into
a ten-day coma. The doctors gave
us a different diagnosis each of
those ten days, so my prayer for
my sister’s recovery or
deliverance from this earthly life
changed daily. Finally, I cried to a
counselor, “I don’t know how to
pray for her anymore!” The
counselor (a nonbeliever, no less)
said, “Why don’t you just ask God
to help you accept whatever His
plans are for your sister?”
That made sense to me, and I
prayed that prayer to Jesus, the
Trinity Member to whom I usually
directed my prayers. I completely
surrendered to His will and turned
over to Him the burden of worrying
for my sister. The peace was
immediate and amazing. When He
took her to Heaven at the end of
those ten days, I was so sad but at
peace about her. Suddenly I
wanted to know how I could repay
Him for that peace. I began to read
the Bible in an effort to figure out
what He wanted from me. I learned
I could never repay Him; not for my
peace or for my salvation. But
eventually I realized that in
surrendering to His will I had
found the last piece of the puzzle:
He rose from the dead to come
back for me. He was truly my Lord
and Savior, and He always will be.
I was raised in a Catholic home, so
I always believed Jesus was the
Son of God. I believed He died on
the cross and that it was my fault.
And I believed He rose from the
dead, but that part puzzled me;
what did His resurrection have to
do with me? I also believed my life
would be one long (hopefully)
tallying of marks for good behavior
and for bad, at the end of which I’d
probably have some spiritual
suffering or gruntwork to do in
order to even everything out and
get into Heaven.
That first sentence, above, is why I
give much credit to my Catholic
upbringing. I truly never struggled
to believe in Jesus’s relationship
with His Father. I was simply
ignorant about His relationship
with me. He opened my heart to
that when my sister took a horrible
fall down the stairs and lapsed into
a ten-day coma. The doctors gave
us a different diagnosis each of
those ten days, so my prayer for
my sister’s recovery or
deliverance from this earthly life
changed daily. Finally, I cried to a
counselor, “I don’t know how to
pray for her anymore!” The
counselor (a nonbeliever, no less)
said, “Why don’t you just ask God
to help you accept whatever His
plans are for your sister?”
That made sense to me, and I
prayed that prayer to Jesus, the
Trinity Member to whom I usually
directed my prayers. I completely
surrendered to His will and turned
over to Him the burden of worrying
for my sister. The peace was
immediate and amazing. When He
took her to Heaven at the end of
those ten days, I was so sad but at
peace about her. Suddenly I
wanted to know how I could repay
Him for that peace. I began to read
the Bible in an effort to figure out
what He wanted from me. I learned
I could never repay Him; not for my
peace or for my salvation. But
eventually I realized that in
surrendering to His will I had
found the last piece of the puzzle:
He rose from the dead to come
back for me. He was truly my Lord
and Savior, and He always will be.