Call to Mothers

I told myself I wanted to do book reviews every so often just to keep it real.  I love to read.  I love the written word.  I love the smell of books.  I love the sound of pages turning.  I love fiction.  I love coffee table books.  I love children's books.  I fall in love with authors. I devour stories.  I despise myself for reading horrid authors with cliques and bad sentence structures.  I despise people who move the book I am reading or steal it or read over my shoulder or, perish the thought, don't want to hear a funny line.

Stories are the yarns with which we unravel the mysteries of reality and understand the intricate weavings of being.  God Himself reveals Glorious Truths in stories.  I love stories.  A truly good story can wrap me up and spit me out a few hours later just a little different.  Because of my delight in fiction I struggle a little with carnivores.  In other words, I dislike people who tote their reading lists only full of non fiction.  I prefer to refer to myself as an omnivoristic reader.  Hey did I just write that little bit of hilarious brilliance.  I did!

Honestly I have never in my life referred to myself as an omnivoristic reader.  I cannot wait for somewhere to use this distinctly strange and rather insipid sounding statement just to see my Hubster's response.  

This is beginning to sound like a call to readers instead of Mothers.  So I am going to throw what I am reading into the mix.  Side note to say sorry to the one lovely lady who I dearly love who I know reads this and is not yet married (maybe there are more) but to you, TD.... "hey lovely lady buy this book for later!" 

A Mother's Heart 

It is a great book.

My computer won't let me put photos on my pages.  I think google is punishing me for not signing up for Google Wallet.  Hmmmm.

I will write more on this book and include a cover in days to come.  So far best book I have read on mothering.  Very convicting, simple, and helpful.

Comforts from the Cross

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I read this book for thirty days.
I loved my work more.
I loved my husband more.
I loved my kids more.
I sinned still.  I had bad days still.
But........ I loved Christ more and I ran with more perseverance and joy.  I saw the cross and it made me love my Savior more and that made me savor life and living more.

It is worth the money, worth the read
and worth I am thinking a re-read!

Caboose. A Tag On.

My computer is on the fritz.  I cannot get the image I want up on the screen but maybe that is a good thing. If I judged this book by its' cover I would never pick it up to read.  

It is a pure gem with a terribly cover.  

It looks at modesty and feminity in a winsome, true and convicting way for young ladies.  I love it. It sits on the little designer table in my mother-in-law's bathroom with a pot of flowers in an orange glass vase.  I am reading it whenever I am sitting in the bathroom grabbing a minute on the guise of toilet time. By the way part of the fritz means I cannot go back and change terribly cover to terrible cover but hey maybe it can be a new descriptive word.... "I am reading that book with the terribly cover."  

Or maybe not. 

Terribly Cover