A Note from the Author.

 

This is based on a true story. Virtually everything you have just read really happened as written. Names have been changed to protect the innocent…wait wrong book. Sorry. John and Jo chose their own names in this story. (Whispers, “They picked their middle names”).

My brother went to Sydney where he met Miss Right through a friend of a friend of our youngest sister, when he had nowhere booked to stay. That first phone call between John and Jo actually occurred, pretty much word for word. And she really did almost hang up on him.

My sister-in-law had been adamant God would import a man for her, and then really did get angry with God when He did exactly that and then took him away.

A few things have been tempered by poetic license. After all, twelve years on, no one can remember exact conversations. The timeline has been condensed from a few months to a few weeks. And some events moved from one place to another. The singing incident took place on a bus in Capri not on a boat in Paris.

My brother wanted to call this story When Aussie met Pommy and as tempting as that was, I decided against it. Although that was probably as daft as some of the other titles we came up with before deciding on An Aussie Christmas Angel.

I hope they don’t mind the way I took their story and changed it a little. John can always carry out his ‘threat’ and write the story behind the true story. Thanks guys for letting me immortalize you. Kind of had to after someone told me it was a cuter story than a fairy story. (No, neither of you are the fairy, before you start accusing me of anything.) And I was finally right about something. Miss Right really did live in Australia.

God really does move in mysterious ways. And He really does move mountains—and continents—to get His people where He wants them. And nothing is too hard for Him.