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More on Amish Values…

There is a lot about the Amish lifestyle that is appealing to me, chiefly among the reasons are the sense of community and self-sufficiency I feel like is inherent to their way of life. When I read the Amish diaries in Country magazine or a newspaper column in my old hometown weekly publication, I always feel a little wistful about how their lives are different from mine. I enjoyed the book Amish Values for Your Family. I received a book to review and one to give to a reader from the publishers, and am excited to send it your way. The book is divided into four sections. Each chapter starts with an Amish proverb which in and of themselves are worth noting and posting round your home. The chapter consists of a little short story of an Amish family, sometimes combined with information of the world we live in, statistics and such. The main anecdote is followed by “Road Map: Getting there from here”, which is made of tangible ideas you can apply right now to make your life look a little different, a little simpler, a little more Amish, if you will. The chapter ends with a a section called “In their own words…” which are amusing peeks into the Amish life.The four sections are:1. Children are Loved but not Adored 2. Great Expectations 3. Daily Bread

4. Letting Go
The section that probably meant the most to me was the first. I found several nuggets I could apply to my daily life, that I should apply to my life. These Amish women and men put me to shame in their application of God’s word to their lives. The chapter aptly named “The Mud Hole” was startling in the reaction of the mom when her covered-with-mud boys interrupted her baby’s nap (again).

One of my goals in life is to be able to react “wordlessly” when my day doesn’t go as planned because of the precious little blessings I ought to be putting first in my day. A quote from the “Road Map” is “it’s quite possible that you are trying too hard to accomplish one thing and altogether missing the more important thing. The good is often the enemy of the best.” The author suggests to dig for the humorous part of the situation.

In another chapter, she suggests having a “to-be” list instead of a to-do list. I plan to implement this as well. Write down the big overarching goals in your family. For example one of mine is “To live close to God, my family and the earth.” Keep this in mind as you approach the minutia that invariably comes up in your day.

There are so many tidbits one could apply to one’s life. I would recommend reading this book bit by bit and let the ideas swim around for a while. If you try to read it all at once, you could end up with an inferiority complex (ahem, like I did). I don’t purchase books very often, but I would buy this one.

If you’d like to see how to apply Amish values to your family, and own a copy of this book too, you can enter my giveaway by leaving a comment. Tell me what you want your family legacy to look like, what you see as truly important, your overarching goals in family raising.
Press release as follows:

Suzanne Woods Fisher is thrilled to announce the release of Amish Values for Your Family, her latest non-fiction release. “It offers loving ways to bring your fractured home back to life-Amish style. Read it and apply generously! It’s a beautiful book-funny, charming, soulful, and beautiful.” -Mary Ann Kirkby Read the reviews here. To celebrate the release of Amish Values for Your Family, Suzanne has teamed up her publisher Revell Books to giveaway a Kindle, and with Bill Coleman (the amazing photographer used on Suzanne’s book covers) to give away a signed Bill Coleman original.

One Grand Prize winner will receive an Amish Values Prize Package (valued at over $200) and includes: * A brand new KINDLE * A Signed Bill Coleman original * Amish Values for Your Family (for KINDLE)

Click on one of the icons to enter. Winner will be announced on 9/2 at Suzanne’s blog. Be sure to stop by the blogs on Suzanne’s blog tour – many have copies of Amish Values for Your Family to give away. But, wait there’s more! Suzanne is running a Bill Coleman caption contest during the month of August on her blog. Title one of Bill’s gorgeous photos for a chance to win a print from Bill’s Amish Photo site and/or a copy of Amish Values for Your Family.

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And now for something different…

photo by daisywu1
Purple slides and dances, sways soothingly and silently. It doesn’t draw attention to itself as it billows into the room, but everyone notices just the same.
Purple was born on a grey and cloudy spring day, the wind blowing, its eyes closed, the edge of blue straining to find the sun. Purple grew.
Purple takes me to Italy. We go cliff jumping into azure seas. Purple takes me to the desert. The shadows of the canyon are purple as they beacon relief from the squinting heat. Purple takes me to the willow. I lie on a quilt beneath undulating branches as purple and I watch the smoke puffs high in the blue wisp and sigh.
Purple likes dusk. Purple joins pink and red to stand and wave as long as they can, until their arms are decidedly sore and they’re out of breath with the exertion of good-bye.
Purple wishes for summer ripe tomatoes. It wants to eat them with cottage cheese or perhaps a bit of salt, but certainly wants to bite solidly into the fresh flesh and try to not let the juice run down its chin.
Most people don’t notice the garden gnome hiding behind purple. Purple is a little embarrassed because it likes to have its picture take with gnome wherever it goes.

Clanging, banding trolley cars aren’t purple. Nor are bellowing bulls or bleating butting goats. Cawing fighting blackbirds aren’t purple either but they wish they were.

Purple is a box of marbles, with a piece of chalk on a string for drawing a perfect circle. Purple wants to win all the shooters and loves to look at the swirly plasticine within and wonder how it got there.

Purple is a song of the evening, a lilting tilting reedy song. A song that desires company by the bonfire crackling , in the patio furniture cicada buzz. A song that rises in the summer waxing to rest a sticky day.
Purple is a peacemaker welcome wherever it goes, enjoying the company of princesses-to-be and those who never received their gilded invitation. Purple invites others in and offers more. Purple draws one to its Creator, shows the world Who made it.
Thanks very much to Karen Burke of Rip the Page! for the writing prompt.
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Book Review

I get a lot of offers to review books because, well, I love books. I don’t usually take the publishers up on them because I also don’t have a lot of free time. I only have time to do what I love, or, as the case may be, read what I love. So unless a book looks really intriguing, I generally just say no, thank you.

This is a book you’ll want to say yes to: The Second Messiah by Glenn Meade . It’s an archaeological murder mystery action conspiracy book. Thoroughly entertaining. Even better, it’s got no bad language, or anything else to negate the enticing plot and characters you’ll love to get to know. I’ll let you read the plot synopsis at the link, but know that I give it a hearty two thumbs up.
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Saving Souls and Decorating

Are you familiar with the Salvation Army?

According to Dave and Neta Jackson, authors of Hero Tales, “The slums of East London were a sad place to be at this time (the late 1800’s). It was said that every fifth house was a “gin house” with special steps to help even the tiniest children reach the counter. By five years old, many children were alcoholics. Some even died.
But the street corner preaching of the Salvation Army worked. In fact, so many people came to know Christ and stopped drinking and gambling that business began to slow at the gin shops. The owners, who had been getting rich by selling alcohol to these poor people were not happy and did everything they could to stop the street-corner preachers. But God would not let them stop the work of the Salvation Army.”
I think the mission of the Salvation Army has changed somewhat in the ensuing hundred-odd years, but it’s my understanding it’s still a Christian organization, still helping the poor. That’s God’s work right there.
Another reason why I really like the Salvation Army is you can score superfab deals like these:
Make me feel like I have a grown up bedroom now! We need a headboard and some grown up decorations on the dressers, like I dunno. Candles or statues or something. What do people put on their dressers anyway?
And for the record, we did not get the baby at the Salvation Army. He came with the room. 🙂
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Favorite Quotes of the Moment

But first to dream and then to do,—isn’t that the way to make a dream come true?~~ Meindert DeJong, The Wheel on the School

I found the stork picture here
I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to. ~~Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
I liken our marriage to a once great civilization that was sacked by a horde of Viking dwarves. ~~??
Thanksgiving always precedes the miracle~~Ann Voskamp
On every level of life, from housework to the heights of prayer, in all judgement and efforts to get things done, hurry and impatience are sure marks of the amateur.~~Evelyn Underhill
Wherever you are, be all there. ~~Elisabeth Elliot
God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy. ~~Ann Voskamp
I would feel more otimistic about a bright future for man if he spend less time proving that he can outwit nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority. ~~E.B. White
People think the FDA is protecting them-it isn’t. What the FDA is doing and what people think it’s doing are as different as night and day. ~~Herbert Ley, former FDA commissioner
Books impacting me right now:
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Sound bites

**I have been off sugar two and a half weeks and it has been amazing. AH-Maaaaaz-inG!

God is totally in this because no way would I have been able to turn down molten chocolate brownies over at a friend’s house under my own power.
I can’t really say what health benefits I’m experiencing, as nothing seems to have changed much. I did notice that I was at someone’s house for three hours who has two cats without so much as a sniffle! Usually, I can tell if someone has a cat, no matter how ‘clean’ their place seems within five minutes because of the itchiness that always starts in my throat and then all the other aggravating allergy symptoms that soon follow. Plus it’s beginning to green up around here, and still no allergy symptoms.
**We made some delightful hot chocolate floats today: whisk together 2 teaspoons stevia, 2 tablespoons cocoa powder, pinch of salt, then slowly add 3 cups raw milk, heat on medium, then add1 ounce sugarless (no artificial sugar either) dark chocolate chunked. I topped everyone else’s with a small scoop of vanilla ice cream, but mine was mmmmmm…delectable.
Another benefit about this sugar free business is that I didn’t crave more and more like I used to.
**My Sonlight catalog came!!
**I’ve been reading poetry to the kids from the amazing The Golden Books Family Treasure of Poetry. I’ve always liked to write poetry, but I never relished reading other people’s. I may have to change my assessment of that since I’m really enjoying our voyage into this book. I also discovered it’s impossible for me to read poetry in my head.
**I finished a book in nearly one sitting. It was that good. Unplanned. You really should read it too.
**Today’s smoothie: honey, frozen blueberries, spirulina, wheat grass, raw milk and a banana. Perfection in a glass and a perfect purple to boot!
I don’t have a Vitamix (ridiculously expensive~!) so you have to make sure you get the wheat grass nice and chopped up fine with only one other thing before you add too much liquid. I found this out because I ended up drinking, well, grass.
**We’re visiting a friend’s church today. It’s family integrated, so this will be interesting…but awesome I’m sure.
**I’m so thankful for my kiddles. I’m reminded of this because of a heart breaking situation.
A dear mentor’s daughter needs your prayers. She was 8 1/2 months pregnant, slipped and fell at home. After an emergency Cesarean, baby Margot was stillborn. Now the young mother (of also a two year old) is in kidney failure.
God is a God of miracles.
** I’m working on a schedule. Right now I have more activities than hours in the day, but God will work it out. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before because Managers of Their Homes is a fabulous book, and even though I haven’t implemented the whole system, I have benefited greatly from just the bits.
We’ve also implemented Blanket Time for Cadrian during school. We do a lot of read alouds and he gets restless and into trouble a LOT. Did I mention a lot? And it usually involved water.
So for blanket time, he sits on a blanket. 🙂 With one toy at a time. In the middle of the living room floor. When he starts getting restless, I trade out his toy for something else. It is working out wonderfully! He will last nearly an hour without being a disruption and he still gets to be a involved with us. Brilliant.
Many thanks to my friend Meagan to told me how she institutes that!
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Radical Homemakers part 2

I had so much to share from Shannon Hayes‘ book that I couldn’t fit in all into one post. The book Radical Homemakers was just that meaningful for me.

Young families find that humility enables them to accept help from willing parents without stigma, or vice versa, reducing their duplicative demands on an extractive economy.

I think there is something wrong with a culture that demands independence from one’s family. I think it’s good for young adults to have autonomy from their family of origin, but I disagree with the idea that living at home as a young adult means you’re a loser. It’s sad, really, that old people are put into homes with other old people instead of living with their families, and young adults are forced to try to live above their means or with (sometimes) crazy roommates to make ends meet instead of sharing the family home a while longer.
Pioneering home economists in 1899 created a field in academia so a female scientist could be a full professor, and believed they were making room for women in the American university system, but in truth were pigeon-holing them. And a larger glitch (if it can even be called a glitch, instead of a catastrophe) was they needed to be portrayed as the experts. To achieve this, the housewife, a fixture in American culture, was now demoted to the level of lowly amateur, compared to the professional, salaried, “expert” home economists.

The very ones who were trying to help women find fulfillment instead robbed them of it when, if they chose to pursue a career full of diapers and dimply knees, tomatoes and tiny toes, gardens and stories and dressmaking and cheesemaking, they were disdained.

In the early 1950s the U.S. was one of the healthiest countries in the world, but by 1960, it had sunk to the 13th healthiest…Since then we have continued to fall, so that we are now 25th, behind almost all other rich countries, and a few poor ones as well.
We spend so much money on medicines and doctors and yet no one tells the truth or asks about nutrition. Everyone believes the diet dictocrats so irrefutably. The lack of true nutrition education, the key to real health, in this country is deplorable.
In 2005, editors of The Economist magazine proposed an alternative gauge for evaluating our nations’ economic health, one which accounted for indicators such as divorce rates, community life, well-being, and political freedom. It found that the U.S. ranked thirteenth, behind even Spain, where the citizens earned only 60 percent as much money.

See, money can’t buy happiness! In fact, it appears to buy misery instead. Pretty sure God knew what He was talking about when He said, “The love of money is the root of all kinds of evil.”
Psychologist Michael Yapko observes that when other societies achieve America’s standard of living, their rates of depression increase.
I don’t think it’s necessarily having a high standard of living that causes depression, but what our attitude is about it. If you’re constantly in pursuit of the next thing, the new game, the new toy, the new car, the new whatever, you’re bound to be unhappy. I read about a study once that said upon purchasing something the happiness level would rise to the same height and drop just as quickly regardless of whether they had purchased a new small dollar item, like shoes, or a new high dollar item, like a car!
True happiness comes from reaching out to others, in serving. Well, truly, loving God first, then serving.
Buying all that stuff consumes more than our dollars, it consumes time too; the New Road Map foundation reports that a typical American now spends six hours a week shopping and only forty minutes playing with their kids.
Maybe they should shop with their kids. 🙂
It is ironic that after overthowing imperial/corporate rule in the 1700s, Americans have not only accepted it, but have come to think that it is imperative for the well-being of our nation.

We have become part of a mechanics of government, of lobbying, of powerful corporations (Monsanto would be a classic example of how the corporation rules what a farmer can do with his own livelihood) and we feel generally powerless to stop the relentless push of the machine.

We no longer worry about “keeping up with the Joneses.” Instead, we now compare ourselves to those glamorous people we see on television, in movies, magazines or in the music industry. When our societies encourage perpetually rising expectations, and those expectations exceed our ability to met them we feel either aggressively resentful or depressed. Or, in the words of Gore Vidal, “it is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.”
We have a serious comparison problem in this country. Personally, it’s one of my worst traits. And what good does it for someone like me to see Barron Trump’s solid gold nursery, and compare my baby weight to his mom’s? None! Normal people couldn’t and shouldn’t try to live up to the standards of the people who pay more to their bodyguards than my husband makes.
Between 1997 and 2005, more Americans declared personal bankruptcy than graduated from college.
Clearly, many others would agree with me, but much too late to save themselves from financial irresponsibility.
Making careful use of family resources or government programs is not a shameful sign of undo privilege or leeching off the taxpayers; it is a prudent effort to stretch resources father, tighten family and local ties, build a culture or interdependence, and reduce reliance on the extractive economy.
Farmers do take advantage of a lot of government programs, that’s why the government has them. The requirements of WIC mean that if you are a one income family with children under five, you probably qualify. It’s weird for me because I’m in favor of as little government as possible, and yet I feel like since those programs are already in place, why not?
The following quotes describe my home and life to perfection (or lack thereof, as the case may be :-))
(Their homes) are filled with books, simmering pots, some dirty dishes, musical instruments, seedlings, wood shavings, maybe some hammers or drills, sewing machines, knitting baskets, canned peaches and tomato sauce, jars of sauerkraut, freezers with hunted or locally raised meat and potted herbs. Outside the door, one is likely to find a garden plot or potted tomatoes, fruit trees, bicycles, probably a used car, shovels spades, compost bins, chickens, maybe a wandering goat or other livestock, and laundry blowing in the breeze. These people are producing their life, not buying it.
Enjoying what she has, feeling as though she has enough of what she needs–enough true wealth(family, friends, community, nourishing food, interests, security)–make the products and overtime work-a-day world seem repugnant and utterly unnecessary.
(Radical) homemakers had to become autodidactic, self learners. They had to think independently, embrace general knowledge, work with what they had, make mistakes, find their own teachers, and muster the courage to star from wherever they were.
When many of us picture homes with a full-time Radical Homemaker, we may envision a lush garden devoid of weeds, accented by sunflowers. Maybe some precociously articulated and well-mannered children are gathered around a long harvest table, helping each other study their lessons while a few perfectly made toys wait neatly along a shelf or windowsill. Chickens wander peacefully outside, keeping the lawn free of bugs. the house is kept secure and well repaired by competent hands, there is something delicious simmering on the stove, the dishes are always washed, and there is always time to sit with a mug of tea, study the pristine landscape, and ponder the good life. If such an image inspires you to move forward, wonderful.
There might occasionally be blocks of time (never more than about five minutes) where a Radical Homemaker life can look like this. The remainder of the day is a flow of contained chaos where we endeavor to play a deeper and more mercurial role in our family ecosystem. When working with an ecosystem (as opposed to an office system), the work is never done. Life is always going on. Weeds grow, children express their true nature, the pump for the solar hot water burns out, windows stop closing correctly, chickens wander in the road or poo on your porch furniture, and the best toys have a quirky trait of preferring floor sand kitchen tables to shelves or window sills.
The reduced income didn’t matter when she had rest and pleasure. That ability to find pleasure, incidentally, was yet another critical skill each of these homemakers possessed.
Finding joy in all circumstances is an art form few can achieve, but it’s sincerely a joy to try.
Many of you will find yourself on the following scale. Keep moving forward, my friend. It’s a worthwhile goal, and freedom is yours to be had!
Three stages of Radical Homemaking:
Renouncing–becoming increasingly aware of the illusory happiness of a consumer society.
Reclaiming–the homemakers entered a period where they worked to recover many of the lost domestic skills that would enable their family to live without outside income.
Rebuilding–Their homes had become more sustainable and meaningful places, and now they were applying their talents and skills to bring their communities and society along with them.
And this I love if only because I’m the girl in the middle of a knitting project, several sewing projects, a cross-stitch project, always the cooking and the baking and the improving of our nutrition, the learning and the teaching, and the learning through teaching, a remodeling project, cardmaking and some scrapbook layouts.
“The greatest happiness comes from absorbing yourself in some goal outside yourself, “explains Richard Layard. “Prod any happy person and you will find a project.”
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Radical Homemakers:

Reclaiming Domesticity From a Consumer Culture

I tell you what, it has been a long long while since a book has made me think so much, challenged me so much and energized me so much. This book was due back at the library yesterday and as you can see, has about many many places marked in it that I wanted to go back to, ponder over and digest more.

I couldn’t figure out how best to portray the goodness within these pages, so I thought I would just share with you passages I found to be the most thought-provoking.

I bring you quotes from the author bolded and my thoughts following.
Mainstream Americans have lost the simple domestic skills that would enable them to live an ecologically sensible life with a modest or low income.
I completely agree with this–it’s scary how many people think it’s amazing if you make your own bread. Worse than this, most people don’t want those skills and think it’s beneath modern living to be so “little house on the prairie.”
At the other extreme, homemaking was seen as a realm of the ultra-religious, where women accepted the role of Biblical “help-meets” to their husbands. They cooked, cleaned, toiled, served and remained silent and powerless.
Obviously, the author and I don’t see eye to eye on this point at all. I feel like I am a help-meet to my husband. As far as power, we had a recent conversation where I mentioned something that a couple of other people in Kevin’s life had also said. He got kind of miffed at me, and I called him out on it. He said, “Well, if you say it, it carries more weight. I want to act on what you say.” Silent? Powerless? I don’t think so.
Home is where the great change will begin. It is not where it ends. Once we feel sufficiently proficient with our domestic skills, few of us will be content to simply practice them to the end of our days. Many of us will strive for more, to bring more beauty to the world, to bring about greater social change, to make life better for our neighbors, to contribute our creative powers to the building of a new, brighter, sustainable and happier future. That is precisely the great work we should all be tackling. If we start by focusing our energies on our domestic lives, we will do more than reduce our ecological impact and help create a living for all. We will craft a safe, nurturing place from which this great creative work can happen.
I love the future this paragraph envisions.
(By the 1960s) The middle class American housewife’s life had become, essentially, meaningless. The industrial revolution and subsequent rise of America’s consumer culture had demoted homemaking from a craft tradition to the mindless occupation of primping the house, shopping and chauffeuring.
Unfortunately, I think that is what many stay-at-home moms relegate themselves to. They don’t see all the beauty of creating sustenance for their families, of sewing practicality, of figuring out how to do it themselves, of saying, “I could make that!” and then trying to do it.
The purpose of higher education should be to prepare students to perpetually teach themselves, cultivate their interests, talents and skills, and ultimately use them to serve their communities in a meaningful way.
I don’t necessarily think you even need higher education for this. It’s called personal responsibility, people! You don’t need a $50,000 university degree to self teach and cultivate your interests–stop watching TV and figure out what you like to do; then go out there and do it, and impact others doing so! Part of the problem in my opinion is the classic public school education and people can no longer think for themselves.
(As women fled the hearth and went to the work place during the last fifty years), our health, happiness and well-being have also dramatically declined. The abandonment of the kitchen, the loss of personal finance skills despite rising household incomes, the relentless increase in busy-ness and the compulsion to replace emptiness and loneliness with consumer products have ups us on a course for an ecological, social and cultural train wreck.
For there to be true social egalitarianism, then the work of keeping a home must be valued for its contribution to the welfare of all.
(As women and men became ‘radical homemakers’), they took on genuine creative challenges, tended toward engagement with their communities and made significant contributions toward rebuilding a new society that reflected their vision of a better world.
The choice of these individuals to become homemakers is not an act of submission or family servitude. It is an act of social transformation.
These quotes pretty much just need an “Amen, sista!”
Doubtless, the suggestion of creating a life-nurturing alternative to our existing consumer society still has countless key-punching economists puckering their mouths, rolling their eyes, and trying to persuade their sons and daughters that such an effort is fruitless. These folks go home at night and, sometime between heaving takeout on the table and finding the TV remote, they offer parental guidance, urging their daughters to grow up to continue the fight for fair treatment in the workforce,and their sons to practice their necktie knots so they will be able to comfortably don their daily noose in adulthood.
The thing I struggle with on an almost daily basis, whether it’s in regard to homeschooling, discipline, food choices or what have you, is that whenever you are doing something that is different from the majority you are quite often met with puckered mouths and rolling eyes. I just love her word picture.

Our national (now global) economic principles have served only a handful of powerful elites. In the process, it has wrought havoc on our culture, our planet, and on the lives of most who serve it. By rebuilding our home lives according to values of social justice, ecological sustainability, and family and community security, we begin the process of dismantling the extractive economy and creating in its place a life-serving economy that enables us to meet our needs while thriving in harmony with our earth and spirits.
I love the thought of being able to meet my needs while creating my home in harmony with my beliefs and to end up with a family that can change the world for the better. That’s what I’m doing, what I’m striving for, and it’s just a blessing having someone phrase it so well for me!
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Library Friday

We almost always go to Story Hour on Friday. It’s just our “thing”. I love our library, and our librarians, and making friends at the library, and chatting up little old ladies at the library, and the resources the library offers, and BOOKS.

I love books. Really I do.

Recently read:

Anthony DeStefano contacted me about reviewing his book, This Little Prayer of Mine. Always glad to read a new author (new to the children’s book scene anyway, and as Richard Scarry says, “The best authors write children’s books), and post an honest review, I agreed to check it out.

Am I ever glad I did!

This book, written in non-annoying rhyme, (and have you noticed, rhyme sometimes can be very. annoying.? It takes skill to make rhyme enjoyable.) is a prayer of a small-ling child.

The child talks to God honestly about every little thing, every detail that God cares about. It’s astounding to me that God knows how many hairs are on your head. Do YOU even know how many hairs are on your head? Would you care to find out? And yet, God knows.

I digress.

Big things are also prayed about–making sound choices, asking forgiveness, feeling afraid, being thankful.

Just like we can talk with God about the big things (Please God, let her get better, let her live!) and the little things (Oh God, thank you that Curious George comes on at five!), we can teach our children to do so as well.

Speaking of libraries, and we were, weren’t we? This is a book that you need to add to your personal library. I know you’re teaching them to pray by just how you live your life, and by your example, but isn’t it nice to have other resources reinforce your values?


The Waiting Child is an amazing, powerful book. It tells the true tale of Jaclyn, adopted at the age of three and a half, from China, and her force of personality and relentless pursuit of bringing home “her baby”, the little boy that she took care of in her orphanage.

Since Jaclyn was old enough to talk about her experience in the orphanage, the book shed light on the lives of children waiting for their forever families.

I was deeply moved by so many aspects of this story.

Whether adoption is something personal to you, or something not even on your radar, you need to get hold of this book, and let it get hold of your heart.

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