The Intersection Eight

From Page One to the Final Chapter:
A Letter to My Readers

Dear Reader,

If you’re holding The Intersection in your hands or preparing to begin reading it; thank you. Out of all the books you could have chosen, you chose this one. That means more to me than you know.

Long before this story became a manuscript, it began as a prayer. A prayer for the child carrying invisible grief and a parent searching for the right words. A prayer for the teacher who notices the student sitting quietly in the back of the classroom. A prayer for the counselor, pastor, librarian, grandparent, and friend who longs to remind a hurting child that hope still exists. This story was written for them and perhaps, it was written for you.

As you turn these pages, you’ll meet characters who ask difficult questions. Questions about loss, faith, fear, guilt, and about learning how to keep living after life changes forever. If you’ve ever asked those questions yourself, I hope you’ll remember something important. Questions do not weaken your faith. Sometimes they deepen it.

There were moments while writing this novel when I had to stop and simply pray. Not because I didn’t know what would happen next, but because the emotions on the page reflected the very real pain that so many children experience every day. Those children deserve stories that tell the truth. Stories that acknowledge heartbreak without allowing it to have the final word. Stories that remind them that healing is possible.

As a Christian, I believe that hope is never wishful thinking. Hope is confidence that God continues working even when we cannot yet see what He is doing. That promise echoes through every chapter of The Intersection.

My greatest hope is not that readers simply enjoy this book. I hope they feel understood. I hope families have conversations they may have been avoiding. I hope teachers create classrooms where empathy grows. I hope counselors find another tool that helps children express emotions they struggle to name. I hope churches become places where grief and faith are welcomed together. And most of all, I hope every child who finishes this story knows they are deeply loved, never forgotten, and never alone.

If The Intersection has encouraged you, I would love to hear your story. Consider sharing your thoughts in an Amazon or Goodreads review, recommending the book to a friend, donating a copy to a school or library, or simply telling someone about the conversations it inspired.

Every shared story helps another child find hope. Thank you for allowing me to walk beside you through these pages. May God bless you, strengthen you, and remind you that even life’s hardest intersections can become places where healing begins.

With gratitude and hope,

Dr. Jerry L. Woodbridge

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him…” Romans 15:13.