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The Follower is Here

4/2/2024

Today is the release day for my new book, The Follower: A Study in Surrender. The story involves a creative retelling of the life of Moses. It looks at the moments in between the major miracles that happened in his life—the difficult times during tough decisions where it wasn’t easy to keep trusting and following God.

Needless to say, my own faith has been stretched while writing this book. I started it a year and a half ago, and I wasn’t quite sure what it would turn into. But like any journey, it was the process, not the end result, that proved to be the most enriching part.

I hope you enjoy it if you get a chance to read it, and I hope this book will encourage and challenge anyone who wants a deeper walk with God. The Kindle version of the book will be free for the next five days. Here’s the book link if you’re interested: https://www.amazon.com/Follower-Study-Surrender-Eric-Praschan-ebook/dp/B0CZ7VMQSP/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

The Joy Of Spiritual Disciplines

8/15/2023

My latest book, The Joy of Spiritual Disciplines, is now available! It has been challenging, fun, and ultimately, joyous, to go through the process of writing this book. I suppose it's a good thing that joy was part of the journey since it's in the book title! I've learned a lot along the way, and I hope this book will be encouraging and challenging for anyone seeking a deeper relationship with God. The Kindle version of the book is free for the next five days. Here's the book link if you're interested: https://www.amazon.com/Joy-Spiritual-Disciplines-Habits-Intimacy-ebook/dp/B0CFGD6KWD?ref_=ast_author_mpb

Wilderness Walkers Is Out!

10/20/2022

Today is the release day for my newest book. It’s called Wilderness Walkers: Finding Healing When Others Hurt Us.

Honestly, I never thought I’d write this book. It felt too personal. It hit too close to home. But just as I realized that Stephanie and I weren’t alone in our pain, the comfort we’ve received from God isn’t only for us, either. It’s meant to be shared. So, that’s why this little book exists.

If you or someone you know has ever been hurt by another person and struggled to move past it, I hope this story will encourage you to believe that healing and hope are possible.

The book is currently free on Amazon for the next five days if you’d like to download it. If you’re interested, here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BJNNF6NM/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2

Release Day For Growing Pains!

7/15/2022

Today is the release day for my newest book. It’s called Growing Pains: Discovering God’s Character When We’re Hurting.

It’s been seven years since I last published anything (around 50 years in dog years, but who’s counting?). This book is different from anything I’ve ever done before. It’s not suspense fiction. It’s a personal story. It’s the raw, real story of the journey my wife and I have taken through chronic health issues in our marriage and our fight to keep faith in God amidst our pain.

A few months ago, I felt it was time to finally write our story. This little book is what emerged. If you’ve ever struggled with pain and grief, or you know someone who has, I hope maybe our story will encourage you to keep going and to keep believing.

The book is currently free on Amazon for the next five days if you’d like to download it. If you’re interested, here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B6GVKTRV/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i0

#nevergiveup
#thereisalwayshope

Proof In Three Pictures

7/13/2022

Sometimes it’s good to have visual proof of God’s hand at work because it’s often easy to wonder where He is or what He’s doing. Here’s my proof in three pictures:

Picture #1: A cane. This is the cane I used to walk with. Lyme disease caused me to struggle with imbalance, deep fatigue, nerve pain, complex migraines, and some other fun symptoms. For a while, I was too weak to walk on two legs, so I adopted a third and leaned on this fancy walking stick for support. Then, four years ago, God began healing me. One day, I put this cane in the closet, and it’s been there, untouched, ever since.

Picture #2: A stool. For a long time, I needed this little guy for support while washing dishes at the sink. Then, two years ago, I started feeling strong enough to stand for several minutes at a time on my own. The stool now leans against the laundry room wall instead of being something upon which I must lean.

Picture #3: My laptop computer. This was once my writing companion until intense brain fog from Lyme crept in and scattered any hope of creativity. I had to put writing on the shelf for over two years as I wrestled, prayed, and hoped God would fix my broken brain. Then, a couple months ago, the fog cleared. Now, I’m humbled to be writing again and thinking clearly without having to stumble through a mental mist every day.

I’m still in the process of healing, and this will be an ongoing journey, but these pictures are a good reminder that in God’s hands even broken things—whether a body, mind, or spirit—can still be made whole again. I’m living proof.

#nevergiveup
#thereisalwayshope

A Cane and A Book

1/25/2019

This is a picture of my cane. It has been 138 days since I’ve had to use it to walk. Every day I get to leave it in the closet is a celebration.

Standing victoriously on top of the cane is a printed copy of my new novel that I’m currently editing. For most days last year, I wondered if this book would ever get written or if I would ever even write again while recovering from Lyme disease and other co-infections. Every day I get to sit in my desk chair and write with a functional mind and body is also a celebration.

I have much for which to be grateful. A year ago, I was hardly walking. A year ago, my wife had to pick me up whenever I lost my balance and fell. A year ago, I saw the doctor more than I saw my co-workers.

This year, everything has changed. My mind is clearer. My body is gaining strength. After ten years of being ill, this painful, tear-filled, arduous process of healing is working at last. I have much for which to be grateful.

For a long time, I wanted to be fixed, whole, and healthy before letting anyone in to see me, but I soon realized the messy process of restoration is beautiful. It allows rays of light to peek through all my unsightly cracks. Out of my deepest pain has flowed this new story, one I never originally envisioned but one I quickly discovered I needed to tell. I was scared and reluctant at first because it felt too vulnerable, too close to the bone, but I knew I had to do it. Writing in the trenches of healing has yielded something I never could have earned from writing post-recovery: bare honesty. This new novel is fiction, but my nonfiction self will never be the same because of the process it’s taken to tell this story.

Sometimes it’s easy to hide behind the image of the best self we’ve presented on social media. We post our favorite photos and showcase what we want others to think about us. For the past couple years, I haven’t had a best self to post about, only a broken one. Only now am I seeing the beauty in that brokenness, the wealth found in all this waiting to get better.

I am stronger because of my disease, not due to its presence in my body, but because of the fight it’s given me to pursue my dreams. It can’t hold me down. I won’t allow it. I don’t give it permission. I will drag it along as I chase my passion, and somewhere down the road it will fall off behind me, exhausted and defeated.

I have much for which to be grateful. The cane reminds me where I’ve been. The book reminds me where I’m going. Here’s to moving forward. :)

#nevergiveup
#thereisalwayshope

Climbing Out of the Abyss

10/18/2018

It's been a long time since my last post. Wow, an entire year! I feel like I've disappeared into the abyss and I'm finally crawling back out into the light! I've been dealing with some crazy health issues. Here's a snapshot of the place where I disappeared. It's good to be back! :)

Warning to readers: brutal honesty ahead. Continue at your own risk. :)

Many family and friends have told me I should chronicle my Lyme disease recovery process. I’ve been on treatment for ten months and making progress, but honestly I haven’t been able to provide further updates because I’ve been physically and mentally unable to do so as often as I’d hoped. This isn’t an update as much as a reflection. I apologize for the lengthiness. I tried to make it shorter, but it wouldn't listen. :)

At some point in my life—perhaps 15-20 years ago, we don’t know for certain—a tiny tick crawled onto my skin and bit me. I didn’t see him and I didn’t feel him at the time, but we’ve been worst enemies ever since. He injected poison into my body that’s grown into a raging monster. The symptoms have left me feeling like I’m 37 going on 97.

Over the past 10 years in particular, I’ve fallen into a black hole called Lyme disease. I wasn’t diagnosed until January 2018. Lyme disease is a terrifying, disorienting place where your body is besieged by up to 60 mutating symptoms ranging from seizures to paralysis to chest pain and joint stiffness. I’ve experienced most of them.

I’ve tried to fight and write my way out, but the more I struggle, the deeper it pulls me into the dark. I’ve had to grieve the life I thought I’d have, the one I diligently planned and plotted out like a timeline. That self is gone, that version of me with specific possibilities attached to its perfectly healthy, capable body. What remains is a different model. Now I must craft new dreams that conform to the contours of this model. I use the word “different” rather than “inferior” when referring to my diseased body. “Inferior” would be a fair assessment when comparing it to my previous healthy self, but it’s a positive self talk thing. Sometimes prayer and positive self talk are the strongest supports to help me crawl out of bed in the morning. They’re a metaphorical cane to prop up my weakened frame when my physical cane isn’t sturdy enough.

Honestly, the most difficult symptom to manage has been brain fog. It’s not merely a casual forgetfulness here and there. It’s a pervasive block, a mental mist descending around my mind, impossible to penetrate. I can’t form coherent thoughts, I can’t remember words I just read, and I can’t string together sentences with any clarity. The technical term is Lyme brain. It causes me to struggle recalling my memories, and it makes me question whether the memories I can retrieve were accurately formed in the first place. Sounds like a good plot for a thriller novel, huh? :) Even as I’m writing this, I’m fighting to break through brain fog to find the thread of this piece. It keeps disappearing into the mist.

I’ve been working on a new novel for the majority of the past year. Progress has stalled out again and again. Every day I sit at the computer, unable to trace my ideas to the spot I intended to cast them. It’s like a fisherman throwing out a line into the water, but when he blinks, he realizes there’s no line, no fishing pole, and he’s not even in a boat. It’s all a cruel hallucination. Yes, it’s that disorienting. I’ve had mind-bending visual and auditory hallucinations. It’s hard to feel connected to reality and other people when you question what’s real and what’s not.

Patience is an art I’m learning. So is resting. I’m not good at either of them. I want to flip a switch and reactivate my mind and body, but they’re unwilling participants. They require time and healing I feel I don’t have the energy to provide.

My perfectionism has been cracked in half and left in shards. I don’t have it in me to refine anything anymore. I’m sure this prose would be cleaner and tighter if my brain weren’t unspooled like a ball of yarn spilled across the floor. It’s strange, helpless, and somehow liberating to be undone by something I can’t control. I’m no longer responsible to keep up the appearance of being the person I thought I should be because I don’t even have the wherewithal to do so anymore. I can simply be my messy self. That’s all I have left.

Nowadays I’m revising my personal narrative and learning to self-edit who I am in my ill body. I live indoors most days. Sometimes I can’t leave the house for a week or more, but I’m trying to find the good in it. Rather than seeing myself as trapped, a victim of circumstance forced to brood in ever growing interiority, I want to live beyond these walls even if I can only travel there with words. I am diseased, but not dead, so living requires adjustments I never considered before. I used to walk with a cane every day. Now, only some days. That’s progress. I used to be unable to read or write at all because my brain couldn’t follow the words on a page or formulate coherent thought. Now, I can read several pages in moderation and churn out words a few pages at a time. More progress.

I’m not polished like I used to be. Most days I feel exhausted and talentless. That’s embarrassing to write, but it’s also refreshing because it’s honest. It’s important to recognize that I am not my disease. It’s equally important to distinguish that I am not what I’m currently feeling. Feelings change, so as they fluctuate, I need to constantly identify that my worth isn’t based on my accomplishments, or their current glaring lack thereof. It’s based on who I am. I still have value. I still have purpose. Even if my body is decaying around me. I find beauty in that. In that, I see God.

I hope to climb out of this black hole one day. When I do, I won’t be the same as when it first swallowed me. I’m certainly not who I once was. I’m quieter, more reserved, more sensitive, more emotional. I listen more, observe with greater awareness, and speak less. I don’t have as much to say in social situations. I have greater empathy than I did before, especially for those who are hurting. Much of the artifice of what I thought was important, which I’d layered around myself as a comfort to cover my own insecurity, has been stripped away. I have a tendency to be bizarrely honest nowadays. Some of it is symptomatic, some not.

I’m living life shed of distraction, but discovering a simpler life grown at its true living root. Yes, I’m often housebound and technically disabled, but in many ways my life is fuller than when I raced around busying myself with important things. Ironic, I know. Could it be that something that almost killed me ended up saving my life?

Healing isn’t always a straight line. Sometimes it’s a seismograph needle measuring an earthquake. The mind and heart can only hold on for dear life as the body’s upswings and downswings fling them back and forth. This, too, I believe, in all its disquieting madness, is progress. It’s not tidy, pretty, or preferred, but it’s real and it just might change my life for the better.

All thanks to a tiny, crawling critter. We’re still not friends, but I don’t hate him. I don’t have time for hate. I have a new life to live. It won’t look like I thought it would, but I can’t lie down and wallow in all I’ve lost. I’m still breathing, even if it’s labored. I still have thoughts, even if they’re foggy. I still have a story, even if the chapters are choppy.

I’m more than a vegetable with a broken brain. I’m a work-in-progress. The perfect sum of my imperfections. I’m being refined, even though I lack polish. Every day I can choose to keep breathing, keep thinking, keep living. This is the way to write my life. Word by word, step by step. As my brain inches out of the fog, so may my body.

So many times in life it’s easy to ask the question, “why”? “Why” am I suffering, “why” am I in pain? Why do I have Lyme disease? Why does my wife have multiple sclerosis? I don’t know the answers to these questions. I may never know. But I don’t have to know. Instead of asking “why”, I can ask instead “what now”? Asking "why" is immobilizing. It centers the focus on me and presupposes I could somehow master my situation better if only I could comprehend the reasoning for my suffering. But pain doesn’t work that way. It’s untamable, masterless. So instead of throwing up my hands to heaven and demanding for God to give me a reason, I’ll ask him instead “what now”? Asking “what now” is empowering. It moves my life forward and forces me to take action. It demands a daily choice: to lie down or get up. I’m rising and walking, even on days I can barely stand.

How I respond to my pain determines whether I grow through it or become consumed by it. I choose to grow, even if I never know that elusive “why”. “Why” won’t fix me anyway. What I do after I stop asking “why” is the only thing that counts. That’s when I become who I’m supposed to be. I won’t be the together, shiny person I hoped I’d look like, but I’ll turn into someone more vulnerable and honest, a truer me.

Disease is part of my story. It’s shaped me into who I am. But it doesn’t define me. Lyme disease is life altering, not life ending. Every day I have the choice to identify that difference and embrace the hope inherent in it.

That is worth fighting for. Worth writing for. Worth living for.

If you’ve fallen into your own black hole of pain, suffering, or grief, keep pushing through until you can punch some holes of light in the surrounding dark canvas. There are more people standing with you and cheering for you to overcome than you might believe. I’m one of them. Hold on to hope, friend. You can make it. If I can, you can, too. Press on. :)

#nevergiveup
#thereisalwayshope

Show Me Writers Masterclass

10/13/2017

If you're interested in writing or you're a writer interested in developing your craft, I highly recommend the Show Me Writers Masterclass Conference. It's October 28-29th at the University of Missouri. There are tracks for fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and playwriting/screenwriting. There will be author panels, breakout sessions, one-on-one mentoring sessions, and even a pitchfest with literary agents! How awesome is that? We'd love to see you there! Here's the website for more info: http://www.showmewriters.com/
Here's the Facebook event link: https://tinyurl.com/2017smwm

Telling Tales

9/2/2017

Excited to be included in a great article about self-publishing in today's Columbia Tribune, along with my friend and talented author, Craig Weiland. Thanks to Allie Berger for the wonderful write up!
www.columbiatribune.com/news/20170902/telling-tales-columbias-self-published-authors-share-their-stories

I Have An Agent!

6/22/2017

It's official! I've signed with my dream literary agent, Victoria Skurnick, from Levine Greenberg and Rostan Literary Agency in New York! I'm absolutely thrilled to be working with her, and she's going to represent my new psychological thriller and pitch it to publishing houses. I'm excited to see what happens next! Thank you everyone for your support and encouragement in my writing journey. :)