Some books can be life changing and hard and wonderful and yet leave you poured out on the floor in a big goopy mess.
And…this was that book for me.
I started this book a couple of months ago, and it was during a searching season. I would pick it up and put it down.
At the beginning of the summer, I buried myself in this book…reading, journaling, and praying. The book is underlined, highlighted, dog-eared, and tear-stained.
Revival is personal, and Lisa Whittle’s book I Want God was a match to the dry tinder of my heart and life. This book hits deep despite its short length. Lisa gets inside your head and heart. The Lord used her words to speak some hard truth in my life of complacency and ritual.
I loved the questions and inventory at the end of the chapters. The book would be FABULOUS for a small intimate group of women to work through. If you are seeking revival…a reset with God, prayerfully consider this book as a tool.
Historical fiction is a strong pull for me, and when it whispers a promise of a series, I’m hooked. Mindy Starns Clark and Elizabeth Gould have done just this with their Cousins of the Dove series. They have me hooked.
I just finished their book, My Brother’s Crown, and it was fascinating! I finished this book while sitting on the beach, and in truth, I was in a book stupor for a day after, anxious for more knowledge on the next chapter in the lives of this family and these characters.
My Brother’s Crown weaves ribbons of historical with contemporary Christian fiction, and these authors do it beautifully. The story deals with a family journal and a printed document dating back to the period of the late 1600’s and the Heugonot persecution in France. It was a dangerous time to be Protestant in faith and oppose the Catholic Church and the crown of King Louis. Modern day dealings with the ancient document and the breaking of the code within it draws both stories together. This is the first book in the Cousins of the Dove series, and it promises to be a series worth reading every page…every word.
The second book, My Sister’s Prayer, is due to be released September 1st.
I am a true fan of good biblical fiction because good biblical fiction drives me back to Scripture. This book did just that. I found myself following Egyptian slave, Kiya’s life through the pages of the book of Exodus, as well as the work of fiction. Connilyn Cossette does a beautiful job of drawing her readers into the story, into the fear of the unknown lurking in the minds and hearts of the Egyptians as they suffered through the plagues and the exodus of the Hebrews under the leadership of their all powerful Yahweh and his servant Moses. It was interesting to watch this story unfold in the life of a young Egyptian woman when as Christian I have always considered this story from the Hebrew point of view. Truly a unique perspective. I look forward to reading the other books in Cossette’s Out From Egypt series as they are released. Thrilled for this book debut from this talented Christian fiction author.
I received this book free from the author in exchange for my review. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.
You know how life is often…so unexpected…I mean really…UNEXPECTED?
This week I have been reminded of life’s rude interruptions.
This is first full week of my summer break from school and four weeks from the arrival of my son, daughter-in-love, and granddaughter from South Korea. Let me preface this by saying I have not seen these precious humans (other than Face Time and Facebook)in two years. I have not touched them or hugged them in…two…years. So to tell you I have been beyond giddy at the thought of their visit is an understatement.
And the list of little projects I need to do around the house to prepare for their visit?
Oh my word… it is daunting to say the least.
The unexpected happens. And the unexpected throws everything into the blender.
A long dismissed degenerative disc issue rears its untimely head and things stop…
you can’t bend over to tie your walking shoes… and you can’t get up out your chair without horrific groaning and some really strained unattractive movements.
Beauty sleep is disrupted, and everything combined makes me irritable and teary. Poor husband.
My unexpected inconvenience has now become his burden. Bless. Him.