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About the Book
Book: When Your Voice Became Mine
Author: Celeste N. Bowers
Release Date: November 2019
For all those who have lost hope and purpose, and for all those who hurt deep inside from loss, author Celeste Bowers wishes she could spare you from pain, just as she hoped she could shield her own ten-year-old daughter, Christina, from the storms.
Although she can’t protect you from life’s tragedies, Celeste can tell you this—and she is proof of this—no matter how hard you fall or how much you ache, God will lift you up with new purpose. He will carry you out of the weeping waves and safely to shore.
Celeste has been sending “packages” to heaven since her daughter passed away on May 29, 2005. What she never fathomed were the gifts sent back to deeply define her.
In a moment, Christina’s voice became hers. In that same moment, she knew “there is a mailbox in heaven.”
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About the Author
Celeste Bowers has been blessed with gifts of writing, teaching, coaching, making people laugh, and being a mom. These gifts held crucial roles when her daughter, Christina, was diagnosed with cancer. Every gift Celeste received from God is tied together in her words. Packages bundled in love and filled with life lessons are sent to heaven in her first book, If There’s a Mailbox in Heaven. Christina’s testimony and Celeste’s newfound purpose are now joined together in When Your Voice Became Mine.
More from Celeste
Time is such a fragile commodity. When someone we love passes away,
we want the whole world to stop moving and acknowledge what truly
matters at that moment—but we also want time to fly so we don’t have
to endure another day without our loved ones. What helped me move
gently through time was nothing that came about by my own means. Instead, I have trusted God wholeheartedly to navigate my path.
Time does not exist in heaven. Since heaven is our real home, I
will not allow time to consume me here on earth; instead, I choose
to use my precious time wisely. I have been sending “packages” to heaven—letters that I write
to my ten-year-old daughter Christina—since she passed away on May 29, 2005. Each one is
tied with my hopes, wishes, and newfound purpose. What I never
fathomed were the gifts from above that would be sent back to me.
In a moment, Christina’s voice became mine. In that same moment,
I knew there is a mailbox in heaven.