Meet Renata Blake. Her story is featured in the novel Pesto and Potholes releasing March 27, 2015.
Renata, how do you feel about your story being told?
Initially I wasn’t too happy about it. I’ve had plenty of bad press in the past and the last thing I need is my family getting wind of this book. They already hate me enough . . . and they don’t come out looking too good in the retelling. But it is real. This is my life. All the ugliness and the beauty.
What do you hope will be the outcome of your story being shared in this way?
That those who are hurting would find hope. As the book cover says, “The road to healing is filled with potholes.” Also that if someone isn’t involved in a good church, that they would seek one out. The relationships I made at Orchard Hill Church were a significant part of my healing process.
*giggles* Tony is sweet and handsome, but more than that, he always respected me. That was so new for me to experience. I heard about that book and movie that came out, Fifty Shades of Grey. That’s not love. Trust me, no woman wants a man who is going to control and abuse her. But Tony, he’s one of the good guys and he loves Jesus which I think made a huge difference.
Do you like Italian food?
I’ve always loved Italian food . . . but I have a far deeper appreciation for it now. *she winks*.
Do you still battle ninjas?
(sly grin). I haven’t had the occasion to lately, but suspect I’m still capable.
What’s up next for you?
I’m excited that my roommate Stephanie gets a chance to tell her amazing story next. I don’t know if I could have made it this far without her love and support and I’m glad I got to return the favor when life became difficult for her. I don’t want to give any spoilers away.
One last question. What’s your favorite song right now?
Oh, wow. I love so many but the one that resonates most with my soul is Broken Hallelujah by the Afters. If I were a songwriter, I could have written that song. Hallelujah means to “God be praised,” and I’m grateful that even when I was weak and broken He could still hear and accept my shattered heart. I look back now in such gratitude for all He’s done. May all the praise and glory be to Him.
Thank you, Renata, or taking the time out of your crazy schedule.