Tiffany’s incredible story of life, love, and tragedy to triumph captures readers from the first chapter, taking them on a powerful and inspiring journey. Take a peek at some excerpts to see why the publishers of Xulon Press chose Finding Faith as Best Autobiography.
Excerpts
Page 21
“TIFFANY, DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” someone shouted.
“I was in a car accident?” I said, weakly.
“DO YOU KNOW YOUR BIRTHDAY?”
“Yes …September 1970 …9 …7 …”
TIFFANY, WHAT DO YOU FEEL?”
The ambulance siren was so loud I could barely hear the men talking.
“I can’t feel anything,” I said with all the breath and strength I had. “I can’t feel my legs.”
Page 23
“The worst?” my mom wailed, interrupting him. “How could it possibly get any worse?”
“She has three crushed vertebrae.” Dr. Harrison stammered. “She … will never walk again.”
Page 55
“God, why didn’t you just let me die in that accident? I would have been better off in heaven.”
Page 94
“Dear God … please forgive me … I didn’t mean it … what have I done?” A cold wind blew through the open window, rustled the curtains, and —as quickly as the dark cloud had appeared—pushed it back to wherever it came from.
Page 94
Dear God … do you still even hear me? Why did you save me? I am worthless!
My mother’s last words were ringing through my head: “You can do anything you want.”
Page 106
I knew my body was breaking down. Something lurked ahead … and this time Jesus might be coming to take me home. But whatever message God was sending me was being blocked, and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn’t want to believe I was nearing The End.
Page 156
Before, I was at least healthy during the week. Now I didn’t care. When I got home from work, I took a ton of pain meds my doctor had prescribed to keep me pain-free from the damage that had been done to my back. So many it was unreal: Soma, Restoril, Vicodin, and Xanax. My friends were always trying to score meds off of me. I quickly became known as The Pharmacy.
Page 190
I knew then, the same as before my accident, God wanted to do something great with me and Tony, but not if we were living a lie. We were no earthly good to him right now. I felt like God was preparing us for something bigger than we could ever imagine. If God allowed that thing to touch us it was for a reason, so we could be that much more on fire for him.
Page 220
“Tiffany,” his tone was serious, “there is a tumor the size of a grapefruit in your chest, but stay calm. It doesn’t mean the tumor is automatically cancer … it could be benign. We won’t know until we get a biopsy.”
Page 231
I fell to my knees and finally got it … I was not ready to meet Jesus, nor was I worthy of it. Empty excuses were all that remained as to why I did not do what I’d promised God. I wanted to walk through the gates of heaven and hear, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.” (Matthew 25:21) But I had failed him—the Almighty. I had not shown anyone the way like I promised my mother I would. What if God was done with me?
Page 257
I wasn’t prepared for that. We had just come out of a huge battle, and now Satan was telling me he was coming for my beloved? I wasn’t ready for another fight, but I knew how to battle the Evil One. My prayer warriors taught me that I was going to have to live it out one prayer after another.
