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This is a story written from my journals.
From immigrating as a four-year-old and trying to fit into a different culture to turning away from God in my teens. From a violent marriage doomed to fail and the death of my son, with the repercussions that followed. And yet, also between the lines, there is the joy and reverence for life itself.
Making a lot of mistakes through life, I have learned not to give myself over to another set of values, or to another human being.
It took me a long time to find myself and to love the person I was meant to be. I still have a lot to learn, even now, about love and how we are to address love and forgiveness in our lives. My story is a testimony to "the old truths." To me, it is a reminder not to make the same mistakes. In the end, it turned out to be not only the story of the first forty years of my life, but my spiritual journey as well.
There are still thirty years of untouched journals...
About the author
Susan Jackson is aged seventy and has always kept a diary. She is a mother to six, grandmother to seventeen, and great-grandmother to fifteen. She has been married for thirty-two years and for the second time. She is a survivor against odds that seemed to want to destroy her. She made a lot of mistakes throughout her life and learned not to give herself over to another set of values or to another human being, to be someone who she could no longer live with. It's taken her a long time to find herself and to love the person she was meant to be. She still has so much to learn, even now, about love and how we are to address love in our lives. She lives these days in a small rural town in Northern New South Wales, Australia, hence the title of her book. She loves to read, write, garden, and do crafts. Her life is simple and quiet for the most part, yet still, with such a big family, dramas manage to find their way into hers. Her memoirs tell of how she has overcome the immense odds of daily life in the first forty years of life. She still has thirty journals she hasn't touched yet, another book she believes.
