Jenni Marie 3 Minute Read If you’re a book-lover like me your bookshelves are perpetually bursting at the seams, overflowing with cherished books and serving as the consummate conversation starter in your living room. Maybe bookshelves are the staple in your living room and maybe you’ve decorated your home around the number of bookshelves you’d need to keep (most of)…
Emily C. Gardner 5 Minute Read I like to imagine myself in a Jane Austen novel–engaging in witty banter with a handsome member of the landed gentry, whirling around a ballroom into the wee hours of the morning and taking trips to Bath. But if I’m honest, I find myself identifying less with an Austen heroine and more with one of…
Elisabeth Adams 6 Minute Read The other day, my brother stopped plowing snow to tell me that the setting sun had just dropped into line with the ice-clad treetops. Outside our kitchen window, branches sparkled with diamonds against a melba and dove-grey sky. I grabbed my camera, while my brother shucked his enormous boots for me to borrow. I ran…
Jenni Marie 5 Minute Read My whole job is reading people. Or, as I am learning, I do my job well because I am good at reading people. I watch body language, I pick up on preferences (Do they like my corny jokes or my attempts at intelligent wit? Are they comfortable with PDA or do I need to coach them into…
Emily C. Gardner 6 Minute Read Female friendships can be difficult to navigate as much as they are beneficial to the soul. Grace and patience are required in abundance. (But that’s true for any type of relationship, right?!) Reading about friendships provides a unique opportunity to mold and reform your own behavior using a perspective a little further removed from your…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 5 Minute Read She thought she’d get to keep her. Katie Davis, a missionary in Uganda and founder of Amazima Ministries, has adopted 13 daughters, but once she had 14. At 17 years old, Katie moved from a suburb in Nashville, Tennessee all the way to Uganda to teach kindergarten. Why move halfway across the world when her…
Gretchen Louise 9 Minute Read I looked around the table when we were last at my parents’ and realized four generations were talking about books. My sister-in-law and my daughter were discussing the Redwall series (they’re both ardent fans, the younger thanks to the older’s introduction). My parents were telling us about a new series they found called The Queen’s Thief…
Callie Mitchell 5 Minute Read Pooh Bear and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. At the mere mention of his name, my heart launches into song… Winnie the Pooh (Pooh!) . . . Winnie the Pooh (Pooh!) . . . Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff… (Yours too?) We were first introduced through Disney…
Gretchen Louise 13 Minute Read When I was a little girl and my dog was hit by a car and had to go to the veterinarian, I turned on my favorite Your Story Hour tape about Clara Barton. My mom questioned my choice, but it was somehow comforting to me about listening to the story of a Civil War nurse…
Elisabeth Allen 5 Minute Read It’s not a big secret that I’ve been praying for my future husband for years. That’s one reason why I was thrilled when I was given the opportunity to review a book called Praying for Your Future Husband… It’s a powerful book that may light a stick of spiritual dynamite under your heart as you read and ponder how you can pray – or pray better – for your future husband.
Jeannie Pederson 3 Minute Read Forget meditating (I can’t remember what I’m looking for in the fridge, much less what I read three days ago), fasting (I’ve been pregnant or nursing or both for the past six years), or silence (does that even exist anymore? I’ve forgotten). As much as I miss spiritual disciplines, I just . . . can’t. Not…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 5 Minute Read Someone once asked me if I thought I read too much. Indignant but compassionate, I replied, “I don’t think that’s possible. Do you think you read too little?” We laughed. And I still laugh about that short interaction, though it took place during my teen years when I could (and did!) devour whole books in…
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