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Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Two Bethany House 2009 Releases {My Thoughts}

The Carousel Painter by Judith Miller
Bethany House, 2009
$9.99 at Christianbook.com

From Christianbook.com: After her father's death, artist Carrie Brouwer moves to Collinswood, Ohio, where she accepts a job in the carousel factory owned by her friend Augusta's father. On her first day, she discovers she's the only woman in the plant, and the men resent her---especially the manager, Josef Kaestner. Can she win his respect---and perhaps his love?

My Thoughts: I really wanted to like this book. The cover is gorgeous, the plot is well-thought-out and interesting, and there were some humorous parts in what I read. I liked Carrie (Carrington). But somehow it didn't draw me in - I couldn't even finish it. The way it was written felt kind of dry to me, and I had no desire to finish it. That said, I'm going to share one of the humorous parts that I enjoyed with you:

While I explained my situation to Mrs. Wilson, I heard Augusta inhale a huge gulp of air. A minute or two later, a loud whoosh escaped her lips. Both Mrs. Wilson and I turned to stare.

"Breathing through the mouth in large gulps helps to clear the lungs of impurities, " Augusta said.

I couldn't believe that she managed to keep a straight face.

"I've never heard that before," Mrs. Wilson said. "But I'm always willing to try something new." She sucked in a mouthful of air and clamped her lips together in a tight fold. Her face soon turned the shade of a ripe persimmon. I was thankful when she clasped her hand to her chest and exhaled a gush of air. "I do believe you're right. This deep breathing
is cleansing."


I would recommend reading the reviews at Christianbook.com, too - there are mostly positive reviews there and you can go see why they liked this book so much. :-) You should know that my tastes run more toward classics like Anne of Green Gables and a few amazing works of Christian fiction like Love's Pursuit by Siri Mitchell and anything by Francine Rivers. I like books that are deep and meaningful with well-developed characters. I felt that, in this book, I was kind of thrown into a story with no introduction to any of the characters. And my new policy is to not force myself to read a book I don't love - there are too many good books out there for me to waste time on anything that doesn't grab me right at the get-go!

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That Certain Spark by Cathy Marie Hake
Bethany House, 2009
$9.99 at Christianbook.com

From Publisher's Weekly:
Against a backdrop of male chauvinist prejudice and smalltown small-mindedness, twins Enoch and his sister Taylor Bestman, veterinarian and medical doctor respectively, arrive in Gooding, Tex., with the best of intentions. What they find is a great deal of anti-female sentiment when it’s discovered that Taylor, the new medical doctor, is a woman. Determined to prove herself, Taylor takes on whatever the little town can throw at her and slowly wins over most of the people’s affections, including that of a stubborn blacksmith who views medicine as an inappropriate profession for a woman.

My Thoughts: This was my first Cathy Marie Hake novel, and I enjoyed it! I loved the characters, who I thought were well-developed and had great personalities. The subject of anti-feminism was included as part of the main plot but didn't overpower the story. The romantic relationship was a little lacking (I was more interested in the secondary romance of Taylor's brother, lol) but I liked the main character so much that it didn't bother me enough to put down the book. Overall an entertaining read, one that you'll enjoy if you like strong female protagonists, reading about lady doctors in the West, and likable characters.

I received the books reviewed above from Bethany House as a part of the Bethany House Book Reviewers Program. If you're interested in becoming a Bethany House book reviewer, please visit www.bethanyhouse.com/bookreviewers and apply!


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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

{Holiday Gift Giveaway #22} YourPictureBook.com Personalized Children's Book



When I was a kid, about 10, my grandma (now gone) gave me a very cool Christmas present. One of the most thoughtful she ever gave me, actually. It was a personalized adventure book starring me! I went on an adventure with Santa Claus and my sister, and I was enthralled.

There's nothing more fun than personalization, in my opinion. That personalized book is the only present I remember my grandma getting me, and I know she sent us something every Christmas. That tells me something - people remember special gifts that show you put some thought into it. Especially back then (waaay back then... 16 years ago), personalized books weren't that popular. I hadn't even heard of them, so it was a total treat to receive one.

When I was given the opportunity to review a personalized book from YourPictureBook.com for my daughter, I was excited. Mostly because this is so much better than the one I received as a child! Right now, there are three exciting options available, and any one of them would be good for either a little boy or girl:


Do you see yet what is so special about these books? Your child's photo is on every page, including the cover, as well as his or her name!

My Thoughts/Review:

I am very pleased with the book I received, starring my daughter, Emma. I had quite a time finding a "good" photo for YourPictureBook.com to use. I didn't realize I had so many pictures of Emma looking anywhere but at the camera! I finally found one that I thought might work of her looking at the camera while sitting on the slide. This one:

And this is how it turned out:



Brilliant, wouldn't you say? I'm very happy with the cartoon version of Emma.

I chose the You Can Count book to have personalized. Emma gets absolutely giddy when we count together and can count with her fingers, too, so this was the perfect book for her right now. I like the way the book encourages counting - each page features a new number and rhyme corresponding to something Emma sees around her. For instance:

While watching the tank
Emma sees something great
The fish have no legs
But the octopus has eight

One of the very cool things about YourPictureBook.com is that they can use your favorite photo, whether it features your child sitting or standing! Check out this example:


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Or you can send a standing photo and ask them to use the second sitting style. They're very nice and helpful, so feel free to ask questions!

Educational Opportunities: Because children are especially interested in things they can relate to, personalized books like these are a great educational tool. The You Can Count book encourages both counting and reading - I anticipate it will be treasured for a long time.

Conclusion: I'm loving YourPictureBook.com! I'm completely happy with Emma's book, and love the idea and purpose behind personalized books. The only suggestion I might have is that they accept more than one photo so that there can be different photos of your child on every page. It would make it even more unique. :-) Still, I love what they have available and am hoping to get each of the books for Emma - I have my eye on the Noah's Ark adventure next!

Buy it! You can personalize your own book for only $34.95! And they also personalize posters (make your child a football star!), coloring books, and even movies with your photos! It's worth checking out - these things make wonderful Christmas gifts!

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Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Super Hungry Dinosaur {Children's Book Review}

The Super Hungry Dinosaur
Written by Martin Waddell
Illustrated by Leonie Lord
Dial Books for Young Readers
Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥ (5/5)


Are you ready for a dinosaur adventure? Well, Hal and his little dog Billy are! They take on a super hungry dinosaur with a courage that most of us would not have in the same situation.

'Grrrrrrr! I'm hungry and I've come to eat you!'

A super hungry dinosaur charges right into Hal's backyard and roars those words at Hal. And when Hal tells the dino politely that it's not fair to eat small children, the dinosaur decides he'll eat Hal's mom, dad, and dog instead. But Hal isn't going to stand by and let this happen without a fight. Despite the mouth full of shiny, sharp teeth. And piercing glare. What a brave boy!

What follows is simply hilarious. I won't give away too much of the story, but I can tell you that the ending is sweet and the read will definitely tickle your funny bone. I imagine that little boys will admire Hal and secretly wish they could have done what Hal did with that dinosaur.

Reading this book out loud is a delight, though with all the Grrrr-ing, you might find yourself going hoarse by the end. The sound effects had my little one grinning from ear to ear, what with all the growling, slurping, and dino voice changes. The story itself is one that I think any child can appreciate, boy or girl. The illustrations are simple and old-fashioned, an aspect of the book I loved.

Final Verdict: I highly recommend this book especially for little ones ages 3-7. :-)

Buy it!

You can buy The Super Hungry Dinosaur on Amazon.com for $11.55 (Retail $16.99).

This review is also published here at BookLoons.

Disclosure: This book was sent to me through BookLoons by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

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Friday, November 20, 2009

{Holiday Gift Giveaway #17} Gooseberry Patch 101 Christmas Recipes Cookbook!

Gooseberry Patch is one of those companies that, once you discover them and really get to know their products and their warmth, you are a forever customer. That's how I feel, anyway! I've always loved Gooseberry Patch cookbooks (that love came from my parents), but now I love everything on their website and I'm always oohing and aahing over something new I've found. Like this, check this out:



Okay, how cute would it be to make animal pancakes for your little one? You can't tell me they wouldn't taste better than regular pancakes. ;-)

About Gooseberry Patch:

Gooseberry Patch is a veritable treasure trove! Everything you need to make your home homier and your holidays more fun can be found there including calendars, coupon organizers, every kind of cookbook you can possibly want, kitchenware, gourmet foods, quilts, and more!

I can think of something every woman in my family, old or young, would absolutely love at Gooseberry Patch. It's the perfect place to buy gifts, and I'm sure any woman would be thrilled to have a Gooseberry Patch gift certificate (that's for you, men).



Gooseberry Patch Books are in high demand nowadays. And why not? They are extremely well-made, full of beautiful photos, and contain easy-to-follow, delicious recipes and craft tutorials! Every home should have a collection, in my opinion.

Review and Thoughts:

Gooseberry Patch generously sent me their new 101 Christmas Recipes cookbook. Now I had seen Gooseberry Patch cookbooks before, but until I actually had my own family to cook for, I didn't realize how great they are. I. Absolutely. LOVE. This. Cookbook. Seriously! I can't believe I'm raving here, but I am. I'm impressed. Everything in this cookbook is totally doable, and this is the kitchen klutz talking. I get overwhelmed easily and that's why I don't own many cookbooks. Normally I look around online for the simplest-looking recipe I can find and just hope it's a decent recipe. That's not happening anymore, though. I am bound and determined to collect the Gooseberry Patch cookbooks from now on.

Okay, details.

What I love:
  • Large, beautiful photos of delicious food on each page. I am a visual person and don't like cookbooks without pictures. This is the best one I've come across so far - the photography will have you drooling!
  • Easy, non-overwhelming recipes abound - and they look SO good! They aren't overly common, either. I feel like I could make any of the recipes easily and possibly appear to be a woman who slaved over her stove for hours to get everything just right.
  • A wide variety of recipes including main dishes for every time of day, desserts, holiday beverages hot and cold, side dishes, and hors d'oeuvres (I have no idea if I spelled that right). If I ever had to host a Christmas dinner (heaven forbid), I could probably do a very decent job. Just don't tell my mom.
  • This cookbook is easy to flip through and lies flat while you're following the recipe - gotta love ring-bound!
What I don't love:

Um, nothing. Noooothing.

Conclusion:

I highly recommend 101 Christmas Recipes by Gooseberry Patch! This is a beautiful book that retails for only $14.99. In my opinion, a great price.

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Monday, November 16, 2009

Gift Book Alert! Bear Portraits by Jill Greenberg

Bear Portraits
by Jill Greenberg
Little, Brown, and Company (November 2009)
104 Pages


Bear Portraits completely changed what I thought I knew about bears. I've seen them at the zoo and watched movies about them, but you never really get a chance to really see them. Not like a photographer does, anyway. That's what Jill Greenberg is - a photographer. And a pretty amazing photographer. She's known for her celebrity portraits and has another book similar to this one out called Monkey Portraits which surprised everyone by being a huge hit. And it's no wonder when you see her photography! Everything is manipulated a bit so that while gazing at one of her bears you are unsure whether it's truly a photo or a painting. But there's one thing you are sure of - it's beautiful.

This is the ultimate coffee table book. Once you open it up, you have to keep going. The reason that it is a portrait book and not just a photography book is that each bear has its own expressive personality. These aren't just photos - they're a very unique and deep look at each individual bear.

I seriously had no idea that bears could be so expressive! Regal, vulnerable, fierce, even goofy. This book is a pleasure to look through, and I'm sure will capture the attention and interest of young and old alike. I recommend it!

Features:
  • A fascinating introduction by the author/photographer.
  • Random quotes related to specific portraits or bears throughout the book.
  • Detailed information on each bear featured in the book.
Cool Fact: All of the bears in Bear Portraits have been in movies (like Dr. Dolittle 2, Gentle Ben, True Heart, Snow Dogs, and more) or on TV in some way, shape, or form!

Buy it!


Bear Portraits retails for $26.99. You can buy it right now on Amazon.com for only $14.97!

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Saturday, November 14, 2009

Look to the East by Maureen Lang ♥ Book Review and Excerpt

Look to the East by Maureen Lang
List Price: $12.99
Paperback: 368 pages
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers (August 4, 2009)
ISBN-10: 1414324359
ISBN-13: 978-1414324357
Rating: 5/5

I love historical fiction, but there doesn't seem to be enough that takes place during World War I. Or maybe I just don't come across it as much because I'm not looking hard enough. Anyway, I picked up this book completely new to the author and looking forward to learning more about the time period.

What it's about: Julitte Toussaint is a young woman living in a poor French village - she's beautiful and has a sweet spirit, but is scorned and feared by the village because she was born on an island inhabited by lepers. Of course, this causes rumors to abound, though you would think that after she hadn't contracted the disease over the course of many years, things would die down. Well, they didn't. On top of that, there's a fierce feud between the two main family branches in the village, the de Colevilles and the Toussaints.

When the German army invades and takes over the village, they leave everyone close to starvation and living in a constant fear of what the Germans will do to them next. Some people are brave enough to hide stragglers from the army in their houses. Then Julitte discovers a man hiding in the cellar of the village church...

My Thoughts: I think what I really really love about this book is the characters. I lost myself in Julitte's thoughts and emotions regarding the war, the feud, the way villagers looked at her, and her growing feelings for a man she knows cannot possibly love her back once he finds out everything about her. I admire Julitte as a character very much because she has such a steadfast faith and connection to God. The man in the cellar admires that trait as well, even though he's not sure what to think about God, and I loved Julitte's reply that she just asked God for her faith. So simple and so true, it almost blew me over. lol

This book meant a lot to me - I want to hug wonderful authors like this who give me a spiritual jolt and a fantastic story at the same time! Julitte is the kind of friend I would love to have, I loved her character (I know I said that before a couple of times...) She kind of reminded me of Hadassah in A Voice in the Wind by Francine Rivers (a book I HIGHLY recommend, you must read it!). The plot kept my interest and wasn't same old, same old at all! I give this book five out of five for the beautiful way it's written (such a pleasure to read), the characters, and... well, I loved it all. Another author to watch out for!

You can read more reviews of this book here!

This was a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

About the Author:


Maureen Lang has always had a passion for writing. She wrote her first novel longhand around the age of ten, and it was so fun she’s been writing ever since. She’s published nine novels and won several awards, including the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart award and the American Christian Fiction Writer’s Noble Theme award. She lives near Chicago, Illinois, with her husband and three children.

Visit the author's website.


Read the First Chapter Here!


Briecourt, Northern France

Julitte Toussaint sucked in her breath and shut her eyes, as if by closing off her own vision she, too, might become invisible. Stuck high above the ground where someone so grown, just turned twenty-and-two, should never be caught, she shot a fervent prayer heavenward. Please let neither one look up!She clutched the book-sized tin to her chest and went death-still in hopes of going unnoticed.

“. . . those days may be behind us, Anton. At least for a while.” She heard his voice for the first time, the man who had come to visit the only château within walking distance of her village. The man whose blond hair had reflected the sun and nearly blinded her to the rest of his beauty. The perfect nose, the proportionate lips, the blue eyes that with one glance had taken her breath away.

Now he was near again, and her lungs froze. She feared the slightest motion might betray her.

“You’ll go back, Charles? Join this insanity, when you could follow me the other way?” She recognized Anton Mantoux’s voice without looking. He was the closest thing to aristocracy the town of Briecourt knew. Though Julitte had never spoken to him, she had heard him speak many times. Whenever the mayor called a village meeting, M. Mantoux always held the floor longest.

Charles . . . so that was his name.

“Who would have thought I had a single noble bone in my body?”

M. Mantoux snorted. “You’ll follow your foolhardy king, will you?”

“Much can be said about a man—a king, no less—who takes for himself the same risks he asks others to bear. I should never have left Belgium. I know my sister never will. How can I do less?”

“Ah, yes, your beautiful and brave little sister Isabelle . . . What is it you call her? Isa?”

“Careful with your thoughts, Anton,” said the man—Charles—whose voice was every bit as lovely as his face. “She’s little more than a child.”

“A child, but not much longer. And then you may have me in the family!”

Feeling a cramp in her leg, Julitte wanted nothing more than to climb down the tree and scurry away. Let them move on!she silently pleaded to God. Send a wind to blow them on their way before—

As if in instant answer to her prayer, a gust tore through the thick leaf cover of the beech tree in which she hid. In horror she watched the tin, dampened by her perspiring hands, slip from her grasp and take the path designed by gravity. She heard a dull thud as it bounced off the perfect forehead of the taller of the two men below, grazing the blond hair that so intrigued her.

A moment later both men looked up, and she might have thought their surprised faces funny had she planned the episode and been a bit younger to get away with such a prank.

“I thank you for the answered prayer of the wind, Lord,” she whispered in annoyed submission, “but not for the result, as You well know.”

“You there.” M. Mantoux’s voice was as commanding as ever, and it set her heart to fear-filled pounding. “Come down at once.”

Giving up any hope of dignity, Julitte shook away the cramp in one leg, then shimmied back along the thick branch until reaching the trunk that was somewhat wider than the span of her arms and legs. Her foot found the knothole she knew so well, and in a moment she stood on the ground, pulling at her skirt to cover pantaloons and the single petticoat she owned, a hand-me-down from her adoptive mother. From the corner of her eye she saw the towering blond man bending to retrieve her tin, a look of curiosity on his handsome face.

M. Mantoux stepped in front of Julitte. “What were you doing up there, girl? Who—”

Enlightenment reached his eyes before his voice faded away. Of course he knew who she was—everyone in and around her village knew she was the étrangère, the outsider. Not only because at least half of the village wouldn’t have welcomed an adopted child of Narcisse Toussaint, but because she had been born far away on the Island of Lepers, off the coast of Greece. Though Julitte had lived among the French villagers for nearly fifteen years, some still whispered of her heritage to this day, to passersby or children too young to already know.

“Come here, Julitte Toussaint.” He pointed to a spot a few feet away. “Stand there, not too close.”

M. Mantoux had an angry look about him, but she knew he always seemed that way from the curve of his nostrils to the arch in his brow. Even when he laughed—and she had seen him do that once—his face held the edge of ire whether with intent or not.

Intent was there now.

She obeyed his order and stopped where he’d told her, at the same time reaching for her property. The man holding the tin started to extend the item but took a moment to study it before completing the motion. His thumb traced the amateurishly tooled design, fashioned by her adoptive brother. Then he shook it and the items inside rattled. But he did not open it, for which she was silently grateful.

Both had to bend forward to pass the tin between them. Heplaced it, about the size of one of his hands, into both of hers.

“What were you doing on my property and what have you there?” M. Mantoux’s intimidating manner was the same he’d used when her cousin had lost one of his pigs and found it burrowing holes in the Mantoux Château garden. Only behind his intimidation today was a tone familiarly aimed her way—distaste mixed with a hint of the fear common to those who knew only her background and not her. “And why did you accost my guest?”

Julitte wanted to raise her gaze to M. Mantoux, to stare him down as she stared down her brother when he teased her the way brothers could. But M. Mantoux was not her brother. And standing in the handsome stranger’s shadow had stolen her courage.

Gazing downward, she mustered a respectful tone. “I was in the tree to retrieve the tin and decided to stay there until you passed by so to escape notice. The breeze whipped the box from my hold.” A quick glance at the blond cavalier revealed that his eyes stayed on her. Perhaps he was not so gallant, after all. What sort of man stared so boldly? Despite such thoughts, she knew what she must do. Keeping her gaze downcast, she turned to the handsome man she’d unwittingly troubled. “I offer you all my excuses, sir.”

“Accepted.”

The single word was issued softly and with a smile. Julitte let her gaze linger, welcoming his ready forgiveness. Her rapidly beating heart took a new direction.

“My friend is more magnanimous than needs be,” said M. Mantoux. “You are aware, Julitte, that this tree is on my property? If you fell and hurt yourself what should I have done?”

“I expect it would have been entirely my own fault, monsieur, and I would blame neither you nor the tree.”

“In any case, you’re far too old to be climbing like a waif. Narcisse shall hear of this.”

“I’m afraid he sent me on my mission before he left once again for the sea, Monsieur Mantoux.” She held up the tin. “This is my brother’s, you see, and I was told to fetch it and tell him to find another favorite spot to whittle. Closer to home.” She didn’t mention she had been the one to introduce her brother to this particularly dense and knotty tree.

The stranger—Charles—patted M. Mantoux’s shoulder. “There you see, Anton, it’s all perfectly understandable. Why berate the girl?”

Girl. But then, what else should he have called someone dallying about in a tree? Suddenly a vision of having met him under other circumstances filled her head, of her offering a brief and graceful curtsey and extending her hand for him to kiss. They would be formally introduced and have an intelligent conversation, about books and history and faraway places. Oh . . .

Instead M. Mantoux dismissed her as the peasant she was, unworthy to be presented to any guest of his noble household. And the two were already walking away.

#

Charles Lassone glanced back at the girl from the tree, unable to resist one last look. He could tell from her dress—clean despite her foray up to the branches—that she was a peasant from the village. For a moment, he wished circumstances were different. She was lovely, peasant or not. Her hair had shades of red and gold softened by strands of bronze . . . like a sunset. And her eyes were as dark as a black ocean reflecting the night sky. He’d caught himself staring but somehow couldn’t right his manners even when she’d noted the lapse.

Charles shook the reflection away, tagging such pointless thoughts as a premature product of war. He hadn’t even signed up! Yet. Now was most definitely notthe time to become entangled with a women, peasant or otherwise.

He was leaving France, returning to Belgium and to the side of King Albert. Rumor had it the king was leading his troops to battle. Charles just hoped he wasn’t too late.

#

Julitte walked the half-mile to the village, growing thirsty in the heat. Soon the cobbled square in the center of town came into view. Beneath the shadow of the church’s tall brick bell tower sat one of the two pubs in town. It ceased to be a stark contrast to the place of worship since the proprietor had at the behest of his wife stopped partaking in spirits—and consequently stopped serving them. He’d even rolled the piano out of his door and into the church, since so many of the songs sung in the pub no longer seemed the same without the local brew or some other liquor in hand.

Those in the de Colville family had protested the loudest since it was one less place their spirits were served, the one area to which they did not have to smuggle their goods.

Julitte was surprised to see a cluster of women and children gathered in the square. There were a limited number of huddles Julitte could join, even among women. She was restricted to those of the same Toussaint name or to those linked in some way. Even among Toussaints, she had to be careful.

Toussaint or de Colville . . . to be born in Briecourt was to be born into loyalty to one or the other. It was a simple fact no one questioned.

Ignoring her parched throat, Julitte circled the square until she found Oriane Bouget, Ori as she was called, who was with her grandmother Didi.

“What’s happened?”

“There . . . see for yourself.” Ori pointed with her chin to yet another bunch off to the side. There were the men of the village, near the town hall. The grand two-story brick structure would have fit any fine town, but here it sat in Briecourt, as out of place as a gem among pebbles. It housed the mayor’s office and garde civiquesquarters, the jail and the postal services all in one. A table had been brought outside and a man sat behind it taking down names, then sending the men one by one into the building.

“What is it?”

“They say we are at war,” Grandmother Didi said in her loud way, “and all the men must go and fight.” The tone of her voice accommodated her own lack of hearing, but just now it had quivered.

“War! With who? Not the English again?” Her father had told her about the many wars between the French and the English.

“No, the Germans, so they say.”

“Again?” It wasn’t all that long ago that France had feuded with their neighbors to the east, too. Julitte stared at the line of men, all of whom she knew. Including her adoptive brother.

“Pierre!” She left Ori’s side to rush to his.

“Have you heard the news?” A wide smile brightened his youthful, handsome face. Brown eyes as sweet and guileless as anyone as naïve as he, and here he was lining up . . . for war?

“What are you doing? Papa only left two days ago. Without his permission I don’t think—”

Whether it was her words or alarmed tone, Julitte caught the attention of men on both sides of Pierre. She had sat in schoolrooms with many of those in this line and knew the majority were best fit for harvesting—the sum of most dreams, the same as their fathers before them.

“Leave him be, woman!” Though his words were firm, the face of her long-ago classmate was lit with exhilaration, as if it were a holiday when anyone could be forgiven anything. “We’re off to be heroes the likes of which our town has never seen. Soon this very square will be filled with statues to our bravery.”

She lifted one brow. “Statues or bodies?”

“It would be a privilege to die for our country!” Pierre joined with his friend to recite the words, making Julitte believe they repeated whatever pronouncement they might have heard to form this line to begin with.

“Julitte,” Pierre whispered, pulling her aside. “I must go, don’t you see? Every man between the age seventeen and thirty is being called to service. I have no choice. And I wantto go.”

“Seventeen—but you’re not seventeen until—”

“Tomorrow is close enough, so he said I must go.”

Julitte found no words to counter such incredible information. How had this happened? Briecourt minded its own business; why couldn’t the rest of the world do the same?

“I will go, Julitte.” His words, soft but firm, left no room for doubt or argument.

She shook her head, wishing words to convince him otherwise would fall into place. None did. Instead of speaking, she handed him the tin she’d retrieved, full of his favorite woodcarvings that were little more than toys. How could it be that he should be signing up for war when that box proved he was still a child? Such thingswere not the stuff of soldiers.

Turning away, she headed to her cottage, ignoring Ori’s call. No one was home, with Narcisse at sea and her adoptive mother long since gone to heaven. But Julitte could go nowhere else just now. Her prayer corner was here. Her spirit, weighted with fear for her brother and all those in line, longed for the reassurance of knowing none were outside the boundaries of God’s loving concern.

She needed to pray.

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“Arrête! Arrêterez votre véhicule ici.”

The French poilupounded the butt of his rifle on the pristine hood of Charles Lassone’s Peugeot. He had enough sense to hide his annoyance with the soldiers who’d set up this roadblock—that seemed the wisest choice when facing the barrel of a rifle. The blue and red clad officer spoke rapid French, motioning at the same time for Charles to exit the vehicle.

He did so, skyscraping above the agitated soldier who couldn’t have been more than five feet tall. Another soldier, this one taller but still not equal to Charles’s six foot one, came to stand before him, both of them waving their rifles in Charles’s direction.

“What is this about?” Charles inquired in perfect French. Though his mother was American, his father was Belgian and a Walloon at that, so Charles had grown up speaking at least as much French as English.

“We regret to inform you, monsieur, that you may go no farther in your motorcar. You may take your personal belongings, and then take yourself elsewhere.”

Rifles or not, Charles lost his hold on hiding annoyance. “What do you mean, take myself elsewhere? With my motor, of course?”

“No, monsieur. Without your motor.”

“Listen here, I have dual citizenship between Belgium and America. France has no claim to me or to my possessions.”

“Necessity outweighs all laws of any country, monsieur. Now please empty the vehicle of your belongings and then be off.”

“I will not.” Grabbing the handle of his motorcar door, Charles moved no farther until the tip of the soldier’s rifle grazed his temple.

“All motors are being requisitioned for service, monsieur. If not here, then several miles down the road, by your own Belgian government. We are now united against a common enemy, and whether you donate the motor here or there makes no difference. You see?”

Charles did not see at all. If his motor had to be requisitioned, he far preferred to surrender it to a Belgian soldier. But as one could not be found, there was no point in arguing.

He retrieved his bag and jacket from the rear seat, then watched with a heart nearly as heavy as the motor itself while yet another French poiluresumed Charles’s seat behind the wheel and drove off, the crunch of crushed stones sounding beneath the little-worn tires. No doubt the 1913 blue Peugeot would be in the hands of a French officer before nightfall.

“Can you direct me to the nearest train station?” he asked of the remaining soldiers. They had regrouped into the same circle they had been in when Charles spotted them alongside the pile of logs they’d set up as a barrier on the old Roman gravel road leading to the Belgian border.

A snicker here and there gave him little hope of the easy answer he sought. One, the man who had first pounded on the hood of the motor, faced Charles.

“A station will do you no good, monsieur. All trains between our two countries have been requisitioned. They are now used exclusively for troops.” He lifted one of his feet and tapped a dusty boot. “A hike is in store for you.” Then he laughed along with the others.

Without a word, Charles started walking. At first his steps were slow, but after a moment he picked up his pace. Maybe he should be grateful only his motorcar had been impressed into duty.
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Saturday, November 7, 2009

My Story Bible ♥ Children's Book Review

My Story Bible: 66 Favorite Stories
Written by Jan Godfrey
Illustrated by Paola Bertolini Grudina
Tyndale House Publishers, 2008
My Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥ (5/5)

I received My Story Bible to review through the Tyndale Book Blogger Network, and I'm very pleased with it! I've wanted to be sure that my daughter has a lot of different bible story books with pictures so that she'll be able to learn all of the stories in the bible. The cheerful illustrations help children remember the stories, and the simple storytelling is easy for young children to follow.

My Story Bible contains 141 pages and 66 stories. I absolutely love the way it's illustrated - there are pictures on every page and even miniature illustrations like mice, flowers, and birds dotted here and there throughout the book.

I really like the way the stories of the bible are shared - short and sweet. They are told simply and in language easy for a toddler to understand. As far as I can tell they do follow along with the bible. I haven't read every story yet, so can't promise that every story is 100% accurate, but what I have read so far is. One thing I do really like is that there is a scripture reference at the end of each story so that you can read the scripture that it is based on. Stories ranging from the creation of the world and Adam and Eve to the stories of Jesus' time and even a story based on Revelation telling about heaven are included.

I think this is one of the best bible storybooks I have come across! The pictures and content are perfect for keeping a toddler or child's interest, and it's a delight to read out loud. I think every toddler should have one. :-)

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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Fear Not Tomorrow, God is Already There ♥ Book Review and Excerpt

Fear Not Tomorrow, God is Already There: Trusting Him in Uncertain Times
by Ruth Graham
Howard Books (September, 2009)
My Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥ (5/5)

This was my first book by Ruth Graham, Billy Graham's daughter, and I was so impressed. It's like having a conversation with this wonderful woman - she is so encouraging. She lifts up, and she cares about people.

Ruth has been through hard times, like most of us, and is able to share what she has learned in the pages of "Fear Not Tomorrow, God is Already There." The inside cover explains best that this book "is not about overcoming your shortcomings to build a better you... it is about discovering that God is worthy of our trust." That is what I love about this book. Ruth points us straight to scripture and shows us that God can be trusted fully and completely. She is humble, easy to follow, and uses scripture and her experiences freely to illustrate her points.

I found this book very easy to read because it really spoke to my heart. One thing that really stands out for me is the chapter on knowing God's comfort. Ruth discusses John 11, the story of Mary, Martha, and the resurrection of Lazarus. I hadn't thought before about how Mary and Martha felt - they sent for Jesus when Lazarus was sick, but He came too late to heal Lazarus, and Lazarus died. When Jesus finally arrived (Lazarus was in the tomb four days), Mary and Martha were beside themselves with grief and the knowledge that Jesus could have healed their brother had he come sooner. They told Jesus point blank that if He had been there, their brother wouldn't have had to die. Jesus grieved with them. He cared, he was compassionate. He wept. He didn't just stand off to the side with some kind of all-knowing, "I'm-Better-Than-You-Peons" attitude (where do people get that image of God?). Then he raised Lazarus from the dead. Ruth reminded me that there's a big picture to everything, and we can't always rely on our understanding of the things that happen. It would have been wonderful for Mary and Martha if Jesus had just come and healed Lazarus in the first place, but think about it. They went through "the worst" and survived. And learned in a way that they couldn't have known before that trusting God, even when it doesn't make sense, is worth it.

This book is SO worth buying - and buying a copy for every woman (or man!) you know. I was so blessed, and will continue to be blessed by it. I don't read a lot of Christian non-fiction normally, but this is going on my keeper shelf.

You can buy this book on Amazon.com in hardback for $16.55 right now.


AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:



Trust at My Doorstep


Chapter 1




It had been a difficult few months. One of my children was struggling, and I didn’t know how things would play out. I was anxious, frightened, and continually preoccupied. I could imagine what might be ahead. The questions were relentless: What could I have done differently? Was it my fault? What could I do to change it? How could I protect my child? Was there another step I could take? I felt as if I were being sucked under by a whirlpool of scenes, conversations, and hypothetical outcomes. I lost weight. I battled headaches. I felt like I was constantly vibrating. The fear was overwhelming.

This particular day, the postman arrived at my door with a padded envelope. It was addressed to me in familiar back-slanted handwriting—something from Mother. Feeling the envelope, I knew it was too light to contain a book. What could it be? My birthday was still a long way off. As I tore at the flap and reached inside, I took hold of what felt like a long, narrow picture frame. Pulling it out, I stopped for a moment and stared. It was the framed print from the wall in front of Mother’s desk. In black calligraphy bordered by a flowering vine I read the familiar words: “Fear not tomorrow, God is already there.”

Instantly, I was transported back to the mountain home of my childhood in Montreat, North Carolina. My mother’s plain wooden desk flanked by a tall chest of drawers and a bookcase took up much of one wall in her room. Always lying open on the desk, surrounded by various reference materials, was her well-marked, dog-eared Bible. On the wall facing the desk hung a collection of precious photographs and artifacts: a crown of thorns woven for Mother by the head of the Jerusalem police, a slave collar given to her by Johnny Cash, a rude wooden cross fashioned by my brother Franklin, photographs of loved ones and of those for whom she was praying. Centered above these artifacts was the print I now held. I’m not sure where Mother got it or who gave it to her, only that I cannot remember a time when it wasn’t hanging there like a banner.

I imagined my mother standing on a chair in front of the desk, reaching to take the print off the wall. Sending me such a gift was just like Mother. All my life, since I left home for boarding school in the ninth grade, she had been sending me letters filled with encouragement from the Scriptures—bits of what she was learning in her own study time or wisdom for some situation I might be facing. Now here she was identifying with my mother’s heart, sending me a poignant reassurance. We had not talked much about the circumstances of my struggle. Mother just intuitively knew I might need something like this—a reminder that God was working in our lives and that he cared about our future. I appreciated her sensitivity. She didn’t blame or condemn me; she didn’t unload a lot of advice. She just sent me something that had been of value to her, something that had reassured her, no doubt, as she had mothered us. Standing on my doorstep, holding that print, I felt the words penetrate my heart and mind, almost as if I had never seen them before, as if they were a message written directly to me. I read them again slowly: “Fear not tomorrow, God is already there.”


Little Foxes

Since that day on my doorstep, I have faced quite a few threatening tomorrows, and I have battled fear and anxiety as resilient foes. Perhaps you have fought this same battle. We may experience moments of clarity, as I did reading my mother’s framed print, but then we return to daily life and to the struggle. We wonder how we’re supposed to “fear not tomorrow” in the worst-case scenarios of our lives: a frightening diagnosis, betrayal, separation from a child who has gone off to war, the loss of a job, the evaporation of our retirement, the drug addiction of a loved one, abandonment by a spouse, failure at our workplace, the loss of a home, a legal verdict that changes our lives, the death of a loved one, the exposure of a secret, the loss of our possessions to flood, earthquake, tornado, or financial disaster.

Fear not tomorrow? It is easy to say it but another thing to live it out. We drown in our questions: But what about . . . ? How will I . . . ? What if . . . ? But if I can’t even . . . ? Who will . . . ? And what does it mean that God is already there? Where? In our crises, God can seem silent, remote, or worse, even imaginary. You may feel as I have at times. I have real problems, and they are too big, too hard, too painful for me to solve. I don’t have time for theology. I’m in trouble here! I’m inadequate, and I need something real. Something practical. Something secure. Give me some solutions, some guarantees. Can’t you see that I’m terrified of tomorrow?

Fear and anxiety can exhaust us. King Solomon writes about the “little foxes that spoil the vines” (Song of Solomon 2:15 NKJV). Fear and anxiety are like that. Fear can wipe us out, burn up whatever energy we have, and hinder us from entering into the full experience of life that God desires for us. Certainly, fear and anxiety can become so severe they incapacitate us. But the majority of us live with fear and still function. I have heard fear compared to a jack hammer buzzing just outside the window. The noise is constantly there. When you sleep, the jack hammer quits, but when you wake up, it starts again, sapping your strength and attention until you’re no longer really living—just enduring.

Fear takes the air out of life. When we live with fear, we lose our capacity for fun and spontaneity. We can’t love others wholeheartedly. We become like that frog being boiled slowly. The water gets steadily hotter until we realize, “I’m not having any fun. I have no joy. I’m not alive. I’ve forgotten how to laugh.” During the difficult period with my child that I described above, I experienced fear in different ways. At times, I would have trouble functioning; at other times, I would be able to get up in the morning and do what was necessary. Up and down. Fear was that steady buzz or hum. I wasn’t able to hear the music of life clearly. Everything was filtered through that fear.

My mother was a master at finding ways to enjoy life despite the intense pressures she faced. She knew how to move fear out of the way and keep joy alive. Stories of her antics and pranks have become the stuff of legend in our family. As a young parent, for instance, I would tell my children, “Now don’t draw on yourselves.” Then I would leave the kids with Mother, only to find them covered in inky smiley faces that Mother herself had drawn! Once Mother made a mudslide for the grandchildren on the side of a steep embankment near our Montreat house. She turned on the hose and then promptly took her turn as the first one down. When much older, she accidently drove her car down that same steep embankment. Thinking she was stepping on the brake, she had stepped on the accelerator instead. She and her friend escaped unscathed, but afterward, Mother arranged for a stop sign to be staked at the bottom of the incline, lest other wayward drivers be tempted to take the same route!

Life is a gift from God to be enjoyed. Fear suffocates our spirits and robs us of that gift. It is human to experience the emotion of fear. Fear entered the human experience in the Garden of Eden when Adam and Eve rebelled against God and hid themselves from Him. But Peter describes Satan as a “roaring lion, seeking someone to devour,” and I believe fear is also Satan’s paw print (1 Peter 5:8). It is true that some kinds fear can help us—the kind that keeps us from stepping into oncoming traffic, for instance, or putting our hand on a hot stove. At times, God may use fear to keep us from making wrong choices or wrong decisions in life. But these moments of fear are different from what the Bible calls the “spirit of fear,” which I might describe as the condition or attitude that takes hold when our emotion of fear consumes us (2 Timothy 1:7 NKJV). As Paul writes, the spirit of fear does not come from God.

Shifting Our Focus

God is concerned about the way fear affects our lives. The Bible says, “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment” (1 John 4:18 NKJV). Fear involves torment. Torment is not God’s will for us. God is committed to our peace. Jesus said, “Peace I leave with you” (John 14:27 NKJV). We read of Jesus, “He Himself is our peace” (Ephesians 2:14 NKJV). God has ordained peace for us (Isaiah 26:12). He did not design us to live in fear and anxiety but in peace. In Scripture, we find God repeatedly urging, commanding, people not to be afraid. God is not condemning us for feeling the emotion of fear, but He doesn’t want us to get stuck there or to set up camp in torment. The question is when we are at our wit’s end, how do we “fear not”? At such moments, peace can seem nothing more than an abstraction. We struggle even to imagine the experience.

Often, when we experience fear, we have allowed our circumstances to overwhelm or alter our perspective. Our perspective has become skewed. I have discovered that defeating fear in my life begins with shifting my focus. I take my eyes off the circumstances, off the source of my fear, and put my focus on God. Instead of mulling over the “what ifs” in my future—instead of looking ahead with anxiety, trepidation, dread, or even horror—I make the choice to look at God, to consider His character, and to trust that the One who loves me is “already there.” The message on Mother’s framed print helped me to make that kind of shift as I faced uncertainty with my child. I had been focusing on tomorrow; the words on the print brought my focus back to God.

Shifting our focus is first a decision, then a process. When we turn to God, our decision opens a door for peace and reassurance to enter our hearts. The Bible says of God, “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You” (Isaiah 26:3 NKJV, emphasis added). When we focus on God, peace follows. I find that as I concentrate on God, as I examine facets of His character, as I spend time with Him in prayer, sharing my heart and quieting myself to listen, as I meditate on what His Word says about Him, as I read about Jesus and observe the way He handled life—as I “stay” my mind on God—my problems begin to lose their power over me. Instead, I become absorbed in the power, the beauty, and the love of God. He is my focus now. I am learning about Him and getting to know Him. And the more I learn, the more I discover I can trust Him.

In the coming chapters, we will be doing just what the verse above from Isaiah says—staying, or fixing, our minds on God. We will examine some of God’s attributes and consider His ways. We will study the character of Jesus, for in learning about Jesus, we learn about God. Scripture calls Jesus the “express image” of God (Hebrews 1:3 NKJV). Jesus Himself told His disciples, “He who has seen Me has seen the Father” (John 14:9 NKJV). If we want to know what God is like, we can look at Jesus. We can ask: How did Jesus deal with people? What were His relationships like? How did He respond to people’s distress? As we focus on God this way, we can expect God’s peace to crowd out the fear in our hearts.

For some of us, focusing on God, or considering that He is “already there” in our tomorrow, is not exactly a comfort. We may be afraid of God. What little we know of Him, or what we don’t know of Him, frightens us. We fear He is out to lower the boom on us, that He is looking for our faults and eager to point out our failings. We are afraid of His power. Afraid of His judgment. Afraid of being overwhelmed by Him. It is our human nature to fear what we don’t understand, and we don’t understand God. He is unfathomable. He is so much more than we can imagine—far more. He is not accountable to us. He is mysterious, and mystery can be frightening. On seeing the Lord on the throne, Isaiah said, “Woe is me, for I am undone!” (Isaiah 6:5). Isaiah saw his frailty in light of God’s almightiness; he was awed by God’s holiness and glory.

But Scripture also calls God “Abba,” an intimate word for Father that we would translate “Daddy” (Romans 8:15). While God is overwhelming, He is also tender with us. In the New Testament, we see Jesus touching, healing, and relating intimately with people. Bette Midler recorded a song with the lyric, “God is watching us from a distance.” That line is only half-true. God is watching us. But not from a distance. Jesus said, “If anyone loves Me, he will keep My word; and My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our home with him” (John 14:23 NKJV). God comes close. He makes His home with us. He longs for us as a lover for his bride. We take God for granted, we don’t develop the relationship, we ignore Him, we don’t spend time with Him, and yet He stays with us, longing for that intimacy. God makes covenant with us, and He keeps it. To me, that is one of the most reassuring truths about God. He will never give me up. Never desert me. Never leave me alone. Never (Hebrews 13:5).

As we learn more about God in these pages and spend time focusing our attention on Him, our relationship with Him will deepen. The Bible promises that when we draw near to God, he will draw near to us (James 4:8). As our relationship with God grows, so will our trust in Him. We will discover His constancy. When everything around us is unstable, God is stable. His character is consistent, unchanging. His love is secure. My prayer is that the more you learn of God and the closer you get to Him, the more you will be able not only to trust Him with your tomorrow but also to take comfort in the fact that He is the One who is already there.


Overcoming Our Misperceptions

Part of our challenge in learning to trust God involves overcoming misperceptions we may have of Him. If my view of God is not accurate, then my trust in Him will be more hesitant than hopeful. Often our picture of God is colored by our experiences with our own fathers or with other figures of authority in our lives. If your father was cold and demanding, then you may see God that way. If your father was gone, as mine often was, then you may see God as far away or busy with other things. If an authority figure was angry or abusive, then you may see God the same way and want nothing to do with Him. We are relational beings, and as such, we are hardwired to measure God by our experiences with significant people.

I did not always view God as someone with whom I could be comfortable. As I shared, my father was gone much of the time, fulfilling his calling to preach the gospel. I knew my father loved me; I knew I was important to him. But I also knew the world needed him, and for many years, I saw God as being similarly occupied with others and unreachable. I have since learned that God is not like that.

In my book In Every Pew Sits a Broken Heart, I share in detail about my life, my failures, and some of the ways God met me in my brokenness and redeemed it. I tell the story of what it was like to go home to Montreat after a major personal failure. Driving up the mountain to my parents’ home was one of the most difficult things I have ever done. I had no idea what they would say to me or how they would respond. I had gone against everyone’s advice. As I saw it, I had failed myself, my family, my children, and God. I felt deserving of condemnation and rejection. What would my parents do? Would they say they had told me so? That I had made my bed and now would have to lie in it?

As I approached the top of the mountain, I saw my father standing there in the driveway. I parked the car and opened the door to get out, but before I could as much as set my feet on the asphalt, my father was at my side. He wrapped his arms around me, and I heard him say, “Welcome home.” His acceptance instantly silenced my shame. I was broken, but I no longer feared. My father had embraced me at my worst and loved me anyway. I experienced grace. I would not compare my father with God, but that day my father showed me in a very practical, gracious way what God is like.

Through that experience, I was able to get a glimpse of the unconditional love God has for me. It has taken me a while to get to a point where I finally see God as “Abba,” as Daddy. Learning to know God intimately has been a process. But through the fog of doubt, anxiety, and fear, I do see Him now as warm and embracing. He loves me, enjoys me, and wants me to know His joy. He will do anything to draw me in. He wants my heart. He wants my trust.

Many years ago I taught a Bible study entitled “Enjoying God” for the women at my home church. I was convinced most of us did not enjoy God. Even the title of the study made us a bit uncomfortable. Was it sacrilegious to “enjoy” God? Wasn’t He austere and stern? Holy and unapproachable? I wanted to explore the possibilities.

The first week’s homework was to imagine crawling into God’s lap and calling him Daddy. I think many were slightly put off by the assignment. Some had to deal with the damaged image of an earthly father. Some had difficulty seeing God in such an intimate way. Each week the assignment was the same. Gradually, I began to hear reports of breakthroughs. Some people took longer than others to connect with God, but we sensed God doing something profound in the group. My own life changed over the course of that study as I too began to see God intimately—as a secure place of comfort and peace. As I focused on Him, God was chipping away at my misperceptions, helping me to open my heart to His love. And He can do the same for you.

Why, God?

Our misperceptions of God can also be formed in the trials and heartaches of life. You may have a long scar of pain running through your life—a spouse leaving, the loss of a child, bankruptcy, illness, addiction, things that take the breath out of you. Perhaps you feel that God abandoned you in those experiences. That He must not care about you. That if He loved you, He wouldn’t have let you go through all that hurt. You wonder, “Why should I trust Him now?”

Why, God? This is a real question we ask when life happens and things seem to go badly. Why are You letting my life unravel? Don’t You love me? Didn’t You promise to protect me? How could You let this happen? In the valleys of life, we can feel as if God has betrayed us. That He isn’t trustworthy, as we once thought. That we’ll never again have a stable or secure place to stand. When devastation occurs and we can’t see God anywhere, our trust in Him can crumble to dust. We may even reject Him for a time.


I’ve lived through personal events that have left me reeling. I have written about suffering in a broken marriage. As the marriage began to come apart I couldn’t “feel” God. I couldn’t hold myself together. I described the way I felt back then: “Raw. Lonely. Exposed. Like an egg without a shell.” I wanted to know why those circumstances were happening to me. Perhaps you have felt this way too.

I’ve seen loved ones suffer through crushing experiences, and I’ve asked God why. Why did my friend’s first grandchild die just hours after birth? Why did a young missionary couple’s two-year-old child drown in the backyard? Why was my friend diagnosed with lung cancer though she never smoked a day in her life? We witness or live through destruction caused by tornadoes, hurricanes, tsunamis, and earthquakes. We call them “acts-of-God,” and we wonder why God would allow them. Fear not tomorrow? How can we do anything but fear after all the devastation we’ve already seen?

God is not threatened by our why. People say we can’t ask why, but we can—we should. We’re in good company when we ask why. Jesus, Job, David, Jeremiah, and many others we would call “heroes of the faith” have asked why. Asking why is part of the human experience. When we ask God why, we are expressing our innermost emotions, our hurt and disappointment, and God wants us to do that. He works with honesty. He is not threatened by our questions and doubts. He invites us to express our feelings. We’re in a relationship with Him—He doesn’t want us to shut our emotions down. While God already knows how we feel, we need to know; and often we discover what is in our hearts as we express ourselves freely to Him.

But we can also get stuck at why. While asking why can be a stimulus for further exploration, understanding, and honest grappling, sometimes it can become a defense—a way to keep God out and to keep intimacy with Him at bay. We can go round and round in circles with why, never really intending to get anywhere. We can get comfortable with why. We would rather stay where we are than do the hard work of learning how to trust God again. And if we’re not careful, some people will keep us there. They will feed our why as long as we let them. At a certain point, what we actually may need is someone to pull us forward and say, “Hey, let’s explore why you feel this way. Let’s not give up on God.”

God invites us to wrestle with our why, our questions. He wrestles with us, as He wrestled with Jacob (Genesis 32:24–32). But finally the angel of God touched Jacob’s thigh and put it out of socket. I can hear the angel saying, “It’s enough now. Let’s go forward.” My Uncle Clayton Bell, my mother’s brother, died suddenly of a heart attack at age sixty-eight. He loved God passionately and was pastoring a thriving church. Those who loved him asked God why. Why take this dynamic man at his prime? Why not leave him here to serve You? Aunt Peggy, my uncle’s wife, suffered greatly, but there came a time when I remember her saying, “I’m going to lean into the pain.” Whatever her questions, she was going to “lean,” trusting God and expecting Him to be there.

At some point, trusting God becomes a step of faith. No one can prove God. You will have to make the choice to trust Him for yourself. Making that choice doesn’t mean you have settled your questions; you may not see those questions resolved in this life. But you can make the decision to try trusting God again. You can take a step forward with all your unresolved questions and invite God to reveal Himself. It’s okay to live with what I call “unfinishedness.” I think about my mother and how “finished” she looked in her relationship with God—as if everything were settled, everything clear. But when you read Mother’s poetry, you discover she was anything but finished. She simply learned to live with her questions and to trust God anyway.

Walking Forward

Why not bring your questions along as you walk forward to discover more about God in this book? You can invite God to work with you as you read. Ask Him to help you in your battle with fear. Ask Him to help you overcome your misperceptions of Him so you can trust Him for tomorrow. God longs to reveal Himself to you. Jesus said about those who love God, “I too will love them and show myself to them” (John 14:21 TNIV). God wants us to see Him for who He really is.

We don’t have to get it all at once. Trusting God is a process. Just as there are stages of life, there are stages of faith. Trust comes bit by bit. Our part is to be willing—willing to move, willing to try. God wants our willingness. Someone once said you can’t steer a car that isn’t moving. If we can just make the choice to move, God will meet us. I want to challenge you. Open yourself up to the possibility of what God can do in your life. Let Him show Himself worthy of your trust. Walk forward into these pages and decide for yourself about God. See if His intimate love is real. See for yourself. Don’t let your questions or misperceptions be hindrances. They don’t have to stop you from moving. Let’s get to know God better. Let’s discover Him. We can bring our baggage, our questions, our “why” right along with us.

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Fear Not Tomorrow, God is Already There:

Trusting Him in Uncertain Times

Ruth Graham


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West Monroe, Louisiana




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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Ruth Graham is the daughter of the revered American pastor Billy Graham. She has appeared on a variety of radio and television shows and is the author of the bestselling In Every Pew Sits a Broken Heart.

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