Showing posts with label Catherine Martin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Catherine Martin. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

Drawing Strength from the Names of the Lord

Drawing Strength from the Names of GodWell, the refrigerator arrived this morning, the last of the new appliances/furniture we purchased. Now I'm in the process of redecorating. I bought some new frames for pictures, new and old, and I'm rearranging the ones already on the wall. It's always fun to try something new, and I'm having a party on Thursday so I'm looking forward to having company over to see the "new" house.

Drawing Strength from the Names of God by Catherine Martin is a beautiful gift book with remarkable depth. Martin wrote a terrific Bible study called Trusting in the Names of God, and this is a companion volume filled with stunning natural photography. Each chapter is just a few pages long and focuses on a name of God like Yahweh Rophe, El Ro'i, and Abba. Martin offers personal insight to help readers to connect and understand this aspect of the Lord, along with Bible verses relating to it. She finishes each chapter with a short prayer to God using the chapter's name. For such a slim volume, Martin manages to give readers both fresh insight as well as hope in our Lord. The photography is spectacular views of the best of God's creation. This hardcover book would make a terrific gift for anyone in need of a new look at God.

Thank you to Harvest House for providing me with a copy of this book for review. 

Friday, May 28, 2010

A Woman's Walk in Grace

It is time for 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!

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!


Today's Wild Card author is:


and the book:

Harvest House Publishers (March 1, 2010)
***Special thanks to Karri James of Harvest House Publishers for sending me a review copy.***

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:



Catherine Martin is a graduate of Bethel Theological Seminary, the founder of Quiet Time Ministries, the director of her church’s women’s ministries, and an adjunct faculty member of Biola University. Her many books include Six Secrets to a Powerful Quiet Time, Set My Heart on Fire, and A Woman’s Heart That Dances.


Visit the author's website.


Product Details:

List Price: $12.99
Paperback: 256 pages
Publisher: Harvest House Publishers (March 1, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0736923802
ISBN-13: 978-0736923804

AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:


In the Garden of Grace



She stood behind the open door, her eyes fixed on the English missionaries who had come to visit her in-laws. Hidden from view, she stared at their gentle faces and felt deep sobs welling up from a place inside she did not care to reveal, not even to herself. No, I can’t entertain the hope I see in these people. How could I have possibly arrived at such a despicable life, with no way of escape? Trapped in this house, forever doomed. At 19, she was already a widow with a child—a most desperate position for any woman in India in the late 1800s.

Buried in her memories were earlier years of tender love from parents who regarded her as their greatest treasure, naming her Ponnamal, meaning “gold.” Her parents showered her with every possible advantage, blessing their bright young daughter with a good education. Then, as was the custom, she was given in marriage to an older man. Clothed in silk, decorated with beautiful jewelry, high-spirited and gentle Ponnamal left the warmth of her father’s house to marry a professor at the mission college. Her marriage brought disillusionment, but the birth of a child brought her joy. And then came the sudden, shocking death of her husband only a year after their wedding. Ponnamal had journeyed from safety to sorrow and now to despair. Widows were outcasts in India. What would she do? Where would she go?

“We’ll take you in,” responded her in-laws with disdain and resignation ringing in their voices. Ponnamal realized her place in their home. They never let her forget. “You’re only here because of the child. No, you can’t change your clothes. You’re a widow. Only soiled things become you. No, you can’t have a comb. You are no good. You’re a burden on us. Even if you work all day, it won’t be enough to repay all we have done for you.”

At first Ponnamal thought, Surely they don’t know me. When they see how hard I work and how much I want to help, they’ll be kind. They’ll change. But the more she tried, the worse her situation became. Sinking into despair, she began to believe their lies.

One night she thought, I cannot endure my lot in life. I hear the well calling me as it has called others in the past. I can end my suffering with death. She waited for her mother-in-law to fall asleep and then grasped the door’s iron bolts and slipped out into the darkness of the night. She felt relieved to escape as the open air and vast starry sky soothed her heart. She stood by the well, ready to throw herself over the edge.

But then she remembered something she had read long ago. Wasn’t there an Indian widow who actually accomplished a great deed for her country? I know I read that somewhere. If she could accomplish something worthwhile, then why can’t I do the same? Maybe there is hope for me yet. Fleeting excitement simmered within and drove her back to her bed, where she lay for hours, thinking wishful thoughts until dawn.

The next morning her eyes sparkled with anticipation of unknown adventure. And now, only days later, standing behind a door, invisible to all but God, she listened intently to Mr. and Mrs. Walker, missionaries committed to sharing Jesus with others in India. They asked about the wild-eyed young girl they had noticed. “Who is the young woman living with you?”

“She is the widow of our son,” replied Ponnamal’s in-laws.

“We’d like to invite all of you to attend church,” replied the Walkers.

Surprisingly, Ponnamal was allowed to attend church on Sundays. The preacher gave deep, vibrant, Spirit-filled messages with rapid sentences in the complicated Tamil language. He may have thought only the men were understanding and hearing the message. But Ponnamal discerned the meaning of those words better than all others in attendance. This Jesus is the one I have been longing for all my life. I never have to feel alone again. Transformed, Ponnamal entered into new life in Christ and was filled with a supernatural joy and peace. Outwardly, she endured the same trapped, hopeless existence, but with newfound serenity, she performed the drudgery of duties in a strength and triumph no amount of reproach could weaken.

One day, Mrs. Walker, with characteristic gentleness, asked, “Could Ponnamal stay an extra hour after the Sunday service to teach Sunday school?”

Again, surprisingly, her father-in-law responded, “Yes, she may.”

Ponnamal excitedly thought, I can hardly believe I have this open door. But I will walk through it. And walk through it she did, teaching women of all ages.

Ponnamal was teaching one Sunday when she noticed a slight, gentle-faced, dark-haired English woman watching her. I wonder who she is? She seems like someone with whom I could pour out my soul.

The English woman watched Ponnamal teach and thought, What strikes me is her power over them. There is something quite unusual about her. Ponnamal is a woman set apart. Later that morning, the woman walked up to her and said, “I’m Amy Carmichael.” Ponnamal could have never guessed how one meeting would alter the course of her life.

Amy intently watched Ponnamal’s in-laws at church. One Sunday, she saw the father-in-law crush a butterfly against the church wall during the service. She thought with disgust, How symbolic the crushing of that insect seems. The only one he has within his power to crush is Ponnamal. Amy began wondering, What can I do? and then What must I do?

Amy knocked on the in-laws’ door, determined in her purpose. Winsomely, knowingly, she approached in the way God had shown her, finally asking permission for Ponammal to come with her for just one afternoon. “I would like Ponnamal to accompany me on visits out on the mission field.”

The father-in-law assured her, “Name the afternoon, and she may go.”

Ponnamal, on hearing those words, felt the prison doors open. This is the day of Jubilee for me. Life will never be the same. And she was right.

When Amy arrived at the in-laws’ house, she scanned Ponnamal’s face, looking into eager yet powerfully controlled eyes intent on answering God’s call. Amy thought, Yes, Ponnamal, we will serve the Lord together in His love and power. Together they walked out of that oppressive house into an afternoon of service for the Lord.

Some time later, Amy boldly asked the in-laws, “I would like Ponnamal to join me in ministry and travel throughout India, serving the Lord.” Miraculously, they agreed. Thus began the adventures of Amy Carmichael and Ponnamal, coworkers in the missionary work of Dohnavur Fellowship in India.


In Ponnamal’s story we see a tremendous rescue and restoration of a soul. What made her rescue possible? Grace—God’s pure and powerful grace. Ponnamal was helpless, unable to save herself in her life situation. She seemed to be doomed to a life of drudgery and despair. Then, amazingly, she experienced spiritual transformation. She was given a life of ministry with one of the greatest missionaries of all time. Grace benefits the least likely and showers the unfortunate with unimaginable gifts, producing results that are almost too good to be true. God, because of His grace, finds invisible people and pours out His gifts of grace: new identity, beauty, strength, provision, new life, forgiveness of sins, and more. Ponnamal received the touch of God’s grace and lived forever after in its warm embrace. And you and I must do the same.

Grace is seemingly a mystery. To many, grace is a theological term, not an experiential reality. When asked to define it, most cannot find adequate words. But you and I need the grace of God. Without God’s grace we cannot be saved, thrive, grow, or live. We depend on God’s grace every waking moment. More often than we care to admit, we don’t realize the miraculous work and wonder of God’s grace.

A number of years ago, during a busy time of ministry, I remarked to myself, I want to grow deeper in my relationship with God. I wonder what God wants to do in my life? A phrase came to mind then that I could not stop thinking about: Grow in the grace… I thought, That must be part of a verse in the Bible, but I have no idea where it is. Finally, when I dimly began to wonder if God might be trying to speak to my heart, I pulled out my trusty concordance to see if I could find it. Sure enough, I found 2 Peter 3:18: “Grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To Him be the glory, both now and to the day of eternity. Amen.” I read that verse as though for the first time. Although I had not yet plumbed the depths of it, I felt I had discovered one of God’s secrets in the Bible, a truth reserved for those who will open the pages of His Word and regard seriously what He says. I knew the secret was related to grace, but I also knew I couldn’t give a good definition beyond what I’d heard others say about it.

Since my college years, I’ve known grace as God’s Riches At Christ’s Expense. This acronym helps me remember part of what God’s grace does for me, but I wanted to know more. What is grace, really? And more importantly, how relevant is grace to me? Why do I need grace, and how can I get it? So I began living in this one simple verse, thinking about its meaning for my own life with the Lord.

The lessons I’ve been learning about growing in the garden of grace and receiving God’s gifts of grace form the substance of this book. Grace grabbed my heart and enlarged it, enabling me to powerfully experience more of the presence and person of God Himself. The more I realized the truth about grace, the more I experienced true freedom in life. What Jesus says is true—the truth will make you free (John 8:32). More than anything, we need to know the truth about grace, for grace unlocks the door to blessed freedom in Christ.

Grace is the free, unmerited favor of God. You can’t earn it. You don’t deserve it. Grace is at the heart of all God does toward you, for you, and in you. Grace finds you, saves you, and keeps you. Grace gives you everything you need, more than you could ever want, and places you in an eternal, secure, favorable position forever. You stand in grace, according to Paul the apostle (Romans 5:2).

A.W. Tozer writes in The Knowledge of the Holy that grace is the “good pleasure of God that inclines Him to bestow benefits upon the undeserving.” Chuck Swindoll, in his book The Grace Awakening, points out that “God helps the helpless, the undeserving, those who don’t measure up, those who fail to achieve the standard.” 

The foundation of grace is the New Covenant, an unchanging, binding agreement made by God, ratified by the blood of Christ, and guaranteed by promises that can never be broken (Hebrews 8:7-13). The Old Covenant was based on the law, which could be broken (James 2:10). When we receive Christ, we are forever under grace (Romans 6:14), and our future is secure, for the covenant can never be broken because Christ guarantees its fulfillment. The fulfillment of the New Covenant of grace never depends on us, only on God.

The apostle Paul is the perfect New Testament expositor of the grace (Greek, charis) of God, for he knew grace perhaps better than most in the first-century church. He was a Pharisee and knew the finer points of God’s law. He hated the church and persecuted those who loved and followed Christ. And yet Jesus met him on the Damascus road, loved him, saved him, forgave him, and gave him everlasting life. Paul knew he did not deserve salvation, yet he could not deny his experience on the road to Damascus that day. He met Jesus. He personally knew the manifold grace of God. Grace became one of Paul’s favorite words. In fact, he loved describing grace with additional words like much more grace, abundant grace, superabundant grace, abounding grace, reigning grace, exceeding grace, exceeding abundant grace, glorious grace, and sufficient grace.

John Newton, the slave trader turned preacher, joined in Paul’s practice of elaborating on God’s grace gift. For Newton, the free, unmerited favor of God was “Amazing Grace.” And grace is amazing! Here’s why. Paul explained that salvation is not possible any other way but by grace through faith (Ephesians 2:8). Again, you can’t earn what God freely gives. You can only receive God’s grace-filled gift. Paul referred to “the surpassing riches of His grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus” (Ephesians 2:7). Throughout the New Testament, Paul constantly attached grace to every aspect of our experience with God.

The effects of God’s grace in our lives are endless. Joseph Cooke, in his book Celebration of Grace, describes grace as “nothing more or less than the face that love wears when it meets imperfection, weakness, failure, sin. Grace is what love is and does when it meets the sinful and the undeserving.”  Donald Grey Barnhouse, a twentieth-century expositor and preacher, explained the relationship between God’s unmerited favor and love when he said, “Love that goes upward is worship; love that goes outward is affection; love that stoops is grace.”

I like to think of grace as God’s love in action. When you think of grace, think of God’s arms open wide to you, regardless of what you have done. Grace opens the floodgates and allows God’s endless love to pour into our lives, moment by moment, on into eternity. You have grace for today, grace for tomorrow, and grace forever. Now that’s an extravagant, outrageous grace. Cathleen Falsani, in her book Sin Boldly, describes grace as “audacious, unwarranted, and unlimited.” 

At the heart of grace is a gift. I recently read a friend’s Facebook page, and he mentioned his own thankfulness for his son’s recent university scholarship. He wrote, “We are thankful to God, for it is a gift of grace.” My friend earned a doctoral degree in theology at Dallas Theological Seminary, so his words are highly credible. He understands, in the deepest theological sense from God’s Word, that everything we receive from God is a gift of His grace. God gives and gives and gives some more. His gifts are the overflow of His grace because giving is what grace does. In understanding grace, we need to imagine a huge box wrapped in a big beautiful bow. And when we pull the bow off and unwrap the gift, we find infinite, unending riches from God.

The greatest gift the God of all grace gave you is Christ, who is full of grace. Brian Edwards says, “Grace is not merely God’s attitude towards undeserving rebels, it is ultimately and above all God giving himself to us and for us—as the Man on a cross.” Christ’s death on the cross opens the floodgates of grace in your life. He died in your place, paid the penalty for your sin, and cleared the way for you to live with Him forever. In Christ, you are given manifold grace, riches, and an eternal inheritance. When you believe and receive God’s grace, you realize the best news imaginable is true—you are no longer alienated from God, but accepted and loved by Him forever.

The power of grace in our lives is seen in Peter’s words, “Grow in the grace…” That little word in points to the place where we truly live once we enter into a life-changing relationship with Jesus. It’s one thing to believe grace or even receive grace. But it is quite another thing to live in grace. Living in grace means being planted in the environment, breathing in the air, and thriving in the atmosphere of grace. Grace is like a beautiful garden where we may grow and flourish.

When I was a little girl, I enjoyed walking in my grandmother’s garden. My grandmother would spend many hours in her garden, caring for the flowers and vegetables she had planted. And so it is in the garden of grace. There in God’s wondrous garden, we meet with the Lord Himself and receive from Him everything we need for renewal and restoration. The garden of God’s grace is a place of security, abundance, provision, joy, and hope. Grace gives you what you need when you need it. Grace can make you grow into the woman God wants you to be.

God is the God of all grace. He wants to shower you with every grace-filled gift you need to grow—His provision for your needs, His perspective for your circumstances, and His presence for your journey from time to eternity. And so the most important aspect of grace is learning to receive all the gifts God’s grace-filled heart gives you. In fact, we are actually stewards of grace, which means we are entrusted with the responsibility of receiving and sharing God’s gracious gifts (1 Peter 4:10).

We often struggle to believe God’s grace is really extended toward us. We think, No, God can’t really love me. Not after all I’ve done. I think about the day I first surrendered my life to the Lord. I immediately remarked to my college roommate, “How can God possibly forgive me?” God’s grace is usually a surprise for the sinner, an undeserved gift waiting to be unwrapped and enjoyed.

We are trained to earn what we have. And if an undeserved, unmerited gift is given to us, we often turn it down, reeling from the sting of our own guilt and pain. Many spend their lifetimes trying to earn or pay for what God has already given by His manifold grace. Many are pursuing something they believe is elusive, trying desperately to find God. What an eye-opening day when we discover that God is the initiator who seeks us out and extends the gift of His grace.

In God’s land of grace, we discover grace is received, not earned. David Jeremiah describes the discovery of the intoxicating light of grace as “finding a knothole in the high gates of heaven.”  Grace washes away our guilt and shame and gives us forgiveness and eternal life. Eventually, God’s grace opens our eyes to our future and a blessed hope. Most importantly, we experience God’s plan and purpose in our lives when we recognize, receive, and enjoy the gifts God gives us out of His heart of grace. And so, let’s resolve together that we will no longer try to earn or work for God’s grace. Instead, believe it, knowing that what God says is truer than what we feel. Receive it, daily unwrapping God’s abundant gifts of grace. And live it—growing deep and thriving in God’s garden of grace.


A young man grew tired of living at home. When would his father die so he could receive his inheritance? All he could think about was the money he would receive and the freedom such wealth would afford. Finally, he could wait no longer. “Father, give me my share of what will come to me at your death,” he demanded.

Such a request was insulting, and the father could rightly have chosen out of anger to disown the son. But then he would have no hope of reconciliation. And so the father, with a broken heart, said, “Here is your portion.” His older brother clearly resented his brother’s actions and responded with silence.

Normally the eldest son would step in and plead with a rebellious brother on behalf of the father. He would remind the young man of the father’s love. But in this case, the older brother could say nothing, for he was in rebellion of another kind. And so the father’s heart ached for two lost sons. They both rejected their father’s grace, mercy, and love.

The younger son took his inheritance and left town in a hurry, not wishing to face the scorn of the entire community because of his actions. I’m out of here. Now I’m free to do what I want! he may have thought. He left his own country for a foreign land.

In a short time, he squandered all his money. Now what will I do? I can’t go home. My brother hates me. And I cannot endure the reproach of the people in my village because of what I’ve done to my father. And I have insulted my father, so he has surely disowned me. The young man’s bad situation worsened, and he became desperate because of the famine in the land. I’m starving. I’ve got to find something to eat! I’ll see if I can hire on with one of the wealthy landowners here in this country.

The landowner looked at this beggar asking for work. Who does this young man think he is? I know how to get rid of him—I’ll offer him a job he would never even consider. I’ll let him feed the pigs.

“I’ll take it!” replied the desperate young man. As he offered the food to the pigs, he thought, I wish I could stomach what these swine are eating. I’m so hungry. Even the pigs eat better than me. There is no mercy for me. Not a drop of kindness from anyone. Only disgust.

Suddenly, in his weakened state, he came to his senses with a new thought. What am I doing? Even my father’s hired hands eat better than this. I can earn my way and eat enough by hiring on with my own father as one of his hired hands. He planned his words carefully. I’ll say, “I have sinned against heaven and in your sight; I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me as one of your hired men.” Yes, that will work, he thought as he began the long journey home.

The young man fully expected reproach from the community and a long wait before he would be granted an audience with an angry, estranged father. What the young man had not counted on was his father’s heart. He thought his father was like all people. He didn’t yet know his father was unlike all others in the world. His father did outrageous, out-of-this-world things because of one quality—extravagant grace.

Walking on the dusty road, approaching town, the young son grew more fearful, dreading the impending confrontation. What will happen when I enter the village? he thought. His head was down, his eyes on his feet as he trudged along.

But then he looked up. What is this? Who are these people running toward me? And then his heart lifted. What he saw was more than he could bring himself to believe. Could it be? No way—but it is! My father! Running toward me with his arms wide open!

The father, setting aside the cultural rights of estrangement and throwing himself into one act of humiliation, left the comfort of his home and raced out to receive the young man, not as a hired hand, but as his beloved son. The father would have nothing less than the very best for his recovered child. He paid the price of humiliation and loss of face and raced out to his son, thus settling forever in front of the entire town the nature of their relationship and full reconciliation.

Stunned by the outpouring of his father’s love, the young son said, “Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in your sight; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.” Now he knew, as never before, what he had in his father—the relationship, the love, the grace, and the greatness of his father. How could I have been so ignorant of my father’s great love for me?

The father gave him no time for further thought. “Quickly bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet; and bring the fattened calf, kill it, and let us eat and celebrate.” The father restored their relationship in the presence of all. The robe signified restoration to sonship, the ring entrusted him with power, and the shoes symbolized his rank as a son, not a servant. Only the father could restore these things through his own gracious favor. The result of extravagant grace was reconciliation between father and son and the fulfillment of the father’s steadfast, unchanging desire.

But the father had yet another son who needed his grace. This son had troubles of a different kind. He did not know his father’s love any better than the son who left home. The older son had rejected the father in perhaps a deeper way, having refused intimate fellowship while living in the same house. Equally estranged, he was aloof and distant from the father. He didn’t understand that he had broken his father’s heart as much as the younger son had. Standing outside the house, the older son asked one of the young servants, “What is going on? Why is there music and dancing?”

The servant quickly responded with excitement. “Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has received him back safe and sound.”

“Of course! Typical. My father throws a party for a worthless son but has never thrown one celebration for me. What has he ever done for me? I have done everything right and yet received nothing for it. I’m infuriated that my father wouldn’t make such a terrible son pay for all he has done against the family.”

Standing outside the house, the older son’s anger rose to a boiling point. He refused to enter the house or engage in the celebration. In their culture, his aloofness and absence from the party would have been considered an insult to the father and the guests. Once again, the father could have chosen to reject and disown a rebellious son. But again, he responded with extravagant and outrageous grace.

Just as the son was thinking about the celebration, he looked up to find himself face-to-face with his father. Not afraid to lose face with his guests and suffer the humiliation of lowering himself to quell unjust rebellion, the father left the party to reach out to his son.

When the older son saw the father, he became more obstinate. “Look! I’ve been serving you for a long time, and I’ve done everything you told me to. It’s not fair. Your younger son doesn’t deserve the party—I do. But you’ve never thrown a party for me!”

The father loved this son and wanted him for his own, not estranged, but in fellowship. And so he did what no other would do. He did not walk away, but reached out in grace-filled love. “Son, you have always been with me, and all that is mine is yours. But we had to celebrate and rejoice, for this brother of yours was dead and has begun to live and was lost and has been found.”

How did the older son respond? What did he say to such grace offered in the face of callous hatred?


A hush most likely moved across the crowd of listeners, and palpable tension may have filled the air when Jesus told this story. Through the windows and rooms of every detail and character, hard-hearted Pharisees were encouraged to see themselves and others anew—with eyes of grace. Jesus invited them to enter into a relationship with God and share His heart of love expressed in grace-covered actions. When He heard them say, “This man receives sinners and eats with them,” He was compelled to show them God’s magnificent grace through the art of a pointed, passionate story. He gave them this parable of the prodigal son, a beloved tale of hope for every sinner saved by grace.

But really, this grace story encompasses two sons who desperately needed God’s unconditional love and unmerited favor. Both were in a hopeless state, unable to help themselves in any way, completely reliant on their father’s mercy. We know the rest of the story for the younger son. But what about the end result for the older son? That part of the story is unfinished. God seems to leave all who listen, including the Pharisees of Jesus’ day, with a question: “Will you set aside your prejudices, resentments, sins, despair, and despondency, and step into the garden of My grace? Live here in My grace and share in My heart of love.”

The highlight of Jesus’ story, looming larger than any of the details, is the father’s heart. His actions were unexpected, nothing like human responses to sin and rebellion. And that was His point. God seemingly says to us at every turn, “Know Me. Understand My heart. I love you and want you in close relationship with Me.” He wants us to know Him not as we think He is or want Him to be, but as He really is. He is always more than we think He is and more than we know Him to be. There is always more to know of God and His infinite, eternal, magnificent grace.

God’s grace is outrageous and a huge surprise for all who receive it. We can relate to the younger son, who squandered opportunities and needed forgiveness for willful sin. Sometimes we are like the older son, caught up in pride and arrogance, stepping out of the grateful appreciation of God’s grace-covered gifts in our lives. Often, we don’t even realize God’s grace and mercy acting on our behalf because we are so focused on ourselves. Through a poignant word-woven picture, Jesus extends the invitation to enter into the land of grace and enjoy an intimate relationship with the Father.

Jesus shows us the Father’s heart. If you want to know what God is like, just look at Jesus, for He explains God (John 1:18). The more you watch Jesus in relationship with others in the Gospels, the greater you will realize, experience, and understand His grace.

Jesus, in telling the parable of the prodigal son, confronts legalism with love and grace. We can know by looking at Jesus that we cannot earn favor; we can only receive His grace. We can receive God’s grace because Jesus died in our place on the cross, receiving the full penalty for every one of our sins. His death was enough for every sin.

Legalism places the burden of performance on man, not God. But if we could do anything to earn God’s love and acceptance, then Jesus died needlessly on the cross. Bill Bright used to say that legalism is the greatest heresy of Christianity. You can’t earn God’s favor or love, but you can receive it. Stepping off of the performance treadmill is a challenge for any child of God. And sometimes, even in the church, grace is a missing element. There are always those who pull you into a legalistic way of approaching God. Philip Yancey says, “Oddly, I sometimes find a shortage of grace within the church, an institution founded to proclaim, in Paul’s phrase, ‘the gospel of grace.’ ”


I grew up wanting desperately to be accepted by my classmates in grade school. Without a doubt, I was one of the great people pleasers of all time. I would often think, If only I have the right clothes and get the best grades, I will be part of the in crowd. Meeting Jesus changed my whole approach to life because I became assured of His love and acceptance. He pulled me into a whole new environment with Him—the garden of grace. And living in the grace garden, breathing its atmosphere, walking and talking with Him, I realized God loves to bestow gifts of grace on undeserving sinners. His love changes us as He transforms us on the inside, makes us beautiful, provides for our needs, and sets us free to love, worship, and serve Him. In the garden of grace, we find ourselves in the perfect environment to thrive and grow.

Have you ever traveled to another country? I remember my first trip to Europe. My husband chose Italy for our destination. I thought, Oh, I can’t wait to get off the plane and visit this new place I’ve heard about but never seen! I studied books about Italy and learned about various tourist attractions. But nothing prepared me for that first moment when we boarded the vaporetto (a boat) and traveled on the water to the Hotel Danieli in Venice. I had never been to a place where people traveled by boat to reach their destination. With time in Italy, I grew familiar with the ways of the people and their customs, and I even learned some of their language.

The garden of grace is like a new country, a place unlike any you have known before. We need to learn the ways and language of grace because grace has a unique vocabulary unlike what you will hear in the world. Here’s how Joseph Cooke describes it:

Grace is not the kind of thing that you can study once, and then conclude that you have it nailed down…Grace needs to permeate deeper and deeper and deeper into our minds, attitudes, feelings, relationships, behavior, service for God and others. It needs to go on and on changing us. It needs to become an ever more vital, motivating force in our lives.

You can always spot those who know life in the garden of grace, for they act with unusual mercy and love, and they speak out of kindness and compassion rather than resentment and vengeance. They are selfless and are filled with loving, compassionate actions. And those who have never known grace are touched and moved by it. And if their hearts are open, they are changed forever.

One day while D.L. Moody was preaching, a homeless man, starving and bitterly cold, wandered into the meeting room. Moody’s message that day encompassed the grace of God. Afterward, the man walked up to Moody and said, “I didn’t come to hear you. I came to get warm. But my heart is broken. Do you think the grace of God can save me—a poor, miserable, vile wretch like me?”

Moody assured him, “Yes, definitely!” Moody later remarked, “It was refreshing to preach the gospel of the Son of God to that poor man.”

Moody prayed with the man and found him a place to stay for the night. But Moody didn’t stop there, for grace gives and gives and then gives some more. The next day, Moody arranged for someone to retrieve the man’s coat from the pawnshop. This man, without a hope in the world, wandered into a warm meeting hall for protection and found the secure love of Jesus in the garden of God’s grace.

Moody, one of the greatest evangelists of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, influenced thousands of men and women and understood grace better than most people. He used to tell his audiences, “I have had more trouble with myself than with any other man I’ve met.”

Ponnamal certainly discovered the power of God’s grace when God found her tucked away in a far corner of India. Who could have guessed that God would give her the gift of ministry with Amy Carmichael? And the story of God’s grace continues through your life and mine.

Friend, as I write these words, I wonder if you have discovered the magnificence of life in the garden of God’s grace? Do you hear God’s invitation to come and live in His garden? Do you know His love and acceptance as a reality in your own life? Do you realize you can do nothing to earn His favor? If so, it’s time to throw a party for those who are lost have been found. And the adventure has only just begun. Let’s step into the garden and discover the lifelong, always-new, incredible experience of growing in God’s amazing grace.


A Woman's Walk in Grace by Catherine Martin is another must-read devotional by this top notch author. Grace is at the heart of Christianity. God offers his grace and when we receive it we become his children. But accepting it can be harder than it seems because grace is an amazing gift that can be difficult to accept. Martin wants readers to understand the depth of God's grace in order to learn to live and grow in it. She lists the benefits of walking in grace like learning your place in God's plan, finding inner peace, and being a better mom/wife/daughter/friend, because when we live in grace, we become graceful ourselves. I love Martin's devotionals, because each one feels like a daily chat with a good, godly friend. She's always encouraging and loving with a powerful message of the wonders of living in God's grace.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

A Woman's Heart That Dances

I am a huge fan of Catherine Martin. I think I've read almost every book she's written, and I have always seen great growth in my faith and understanding of the Lord from each one. Last year I named Trusting in the Names of God as one of my top ten devotional books. Just about two months ago, I received a box of three books in the mail from Catherine. She included a lovely note thanking me for my reviews and encouraging me in my faith journey. All three were books of hers that I had not yet read, and I couldn't wait to get started. When I cracked open the cover of the first one, I discovered that she had also written a personal inscription to me in each book! I was moved to tears by the love in her words but also by the timeliness of the gift. At the time I was feeling really down about ever writing a book. I just felt like somehow I had gotten off the path God had set for me, and I was feeling very lost. But Catherine's note felt like a note from God, because she spoke exactly the words I needed to hear to feel hope. I hope that someday I can meet Catherine and tell her just how much her books have changed my life, and how her gift was more than just three books and a note, so much more!

Something interesting I noted while reading today's book, A Woman's Heart That Dances, is that I suddenly started hearing songs with the word "dance" in them on the radio. One of my all time favorite songs is Dance with Me by Orleans. Yes, I know that it is the epitome of 70s cheese, but I love it, and I rarely hear it on the radio. I've heard it at least three times in the last two weeks, very strange. There were a few other dance songs I noticed too, but the other one that really struck me was The Kinks' Come Dancing. The song was stuck on repeat in my head for so long, I actually put some of the lyrics as my Facebook status! I just couldn't get it out of my head. Then I realized why: God was inviting me to dance with him. The book softened my heart to hear his invitation, and the songs were speaking right to me. I'm ready, are you?

A Woman's Heart That Dances by Catherine Martin is a beautifully written and composed invitation to the reader to step onto the dance floor and dance with the Heavenly Father. Martin, who was a dancer, uses many similarities between dance and a relationship with God, and the metaphor is a powerful one. From trusting your partner, to discipline, to moving in synch, Martin uses each step in learning how to dance as a step in trusting the Lord and living life with him at the center. Martin, as always, uses a mix of anecdotes, quotes from theologians, Scripture, and personal insight to support her thesis. It's a potent mixture that is both moving and inspiring. I read a lot of devotionals every year, but Martin's always have a huge heart, and they stick with me. This is no exception to that rule. It will inspire readers to want to step out in the dance, to live both fully and freely in God.

Thank you to the author for providing me with a copy of this book for review.

Today's picture is of Mia with some kittens from my mom's house. Mia has a heart that truly dances with the Lord like no one I've ever seen.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Passionate Prayer: A Quiet Time Experience

I knew that today was going to be hard, and I've been dreading it all week. We didn't get to sleep until very late last night, and I must have missed the part of Mom's voicemail yesterday that said she was picking up Mia at 9:30, so when she got here, Mia and I were both still half asleep. I quickly got her dressed and out the door and got ready to face the day. As I was putting in my contacts, I started praying and asking God for the strength to get through the day. I told Him that I knew it was going to be a bad day, but before I got any farther in my prayer, the Holy Spirit started whispering a song in my head: This is the day, (this is the day) that the Lord hath made (that the Lord hath made). We will rejoice (we will rejoice) and be glad in it (and be glad in it).

I learned that song at Bible camp one summer, and every now and then it still pops into my head. But today it was a reminder from God that while I was going to have to face some hard things today, He is still on His throne and in control, and I can count on Him. It was a gentle chiding from my loving Father, and one that was badly needed. If I went into the day expecting it to be bad, it would be, and not just for me, but for Jesse and the girls too. When the moment I was dreading came, it hurt, and I still hurt, but He reminded me not to let it overwhelm me. I have many blessings to be grateful for, including my Lord who's holding me close to His heart right now.

Passionate Prayer: A Quiet Time Experience by Catherine Martin is hands down the most powerful, life-affecting book I have ever read in my life (next to the Bible, of course). It's a companion volume to Passionate Prayer, and they can be read together, but I chose to read them consecutively to extend my time in Martin's wonderful writing. She uses several Psalms of varying themes to encourage readers to turn to God in every season of their lives, whether grieving and persecuted or rejoicing, all are times to turn to God in prayer. The book is meant for use over 8 weeks, each week broken down into six lessons. The first five dig deep into that week's selected Psalm with quotes from theologians and verses from Scripture. The sixth day is a short reading for contemplation. I've been writing in a prayer journal nightly for years, but my nightly prayer went from one page to often three or more pages, and my prayer life grew exponentially. I can't begin to tell you all of the spiritual breakthroughs I had while reading this book. Not necessarily directly from the reading, but because my prayer life was so enriched I was able to hear God speak clearly and directly to me. Martin has a wonderful heart for God, and any reader will be blessed by this book.

Today's pictures are of our dog Charlie. He's a Cocka-tzu who just turned two years old last weekend. I took the first picture a few days ago because he looked so cute snuggling on Mia's stuffed leopard. The second picture is from this morning after his visit to the groomer. You'd never know it was the same dog!

Monday, June 01, 2009

Love is a Verb

I have a confession to make: I was a trifler. As I've written before, I'm reading Catherine Martin's Passionate Prayer Study Guide, and it has renewed my prayer life as well as my relationship with God. But last week, it opened up my eyes to the fact that when it comes to prayer, I'm a trifler. The nightly exercises in Passionate Prayer send me on a journey through the Bible looking for new understandings of prayer and of God. The night of my revelation I was searching for what God says He is to me, and this is what I found: rock, fortress, refuge, savior, shield, protector, power that saves me, place of safety, hiding place, helper, loving ally and tower of safety. And He has surrounded me with songs of victory, I am in His thoughts, and He has rescued me from death. Read that list again slowly, stop and think about what each one really means, because it is full of amazing promises.

I realized after reading these verses that my God is so much bigger than I give Him credit for, and I tend to couch my prayers carefully to not expose my own lying to myself. For other people, I may pray for great things: healing, revival, faith, and miracles. But for myself, I tend to pray just for strength or intangible things that I can't ever really say whether I received them. I also fall back on what is the most powerful prayer: Thy will be done. But I wasn't doing it out of submission in my heart or a true desire for His will to be done, I was doing it because subconsciously I was afraid that if I asked for big things and He didn't answer the way I wanted, my faith in Him would waver. In doing so, I was keeping my God small and my faith shallow!

A couple of nights later I found that those who trust in God with their prayers are blessed, healthy, have hope, confidence, and deep roots and produce good fruit. Now that's what I'm looking for with my prayers, with my life! Charles Spurgeon, who has become my theological hero, says it perfectly, (you need to keep in mind the analogy that with our prayers we are cashing a blank check that Jesus has covered for us): We want to be more business like and use common sense with God in pleading promises. If you were to go to one of the banks and see a man go in and out and lay a piece of paper on the table, and take it up again and nothing more - if he did that several times a day I think there would soon be orders to keep the man out. Those men who come to the bank in earnest present their checks, they wait until they receive their gold, and then they go, but not without having transacted real business. They do not put the paper down, speak about the excellent signature and discuss the excellent document, but they want their money for it, and they are not content without it. These are the people who are always welcome at the bank, and not triflers. Alas, a great many people play at praying. They do not expect God to give them an answer, and thus they are mere triflers. Our heavenly Father would have us do real business with Him in our praying. Spurgeon's quote nailed me right through the heart as a trifler. Here's what I wrote in my prayer journal that night: No more trifling prayers Lord. I want your gold in my life!

The pain has been bad the last couple of weeks, and I'm not sleeping through the night. Rather than toss and turn in my sleep, I've been praying through the night, covering my family and friends with prayer, and when sleep finally comes it is more restful. The prayers in my journal are deeper and more about my relationship with Him. I've had a couple of emotional bombs detonate in my life in the last couple of weeks, and even through the worst of it, I have been able to say that it is well with my soul. He has supplied a peace I've never felt before. Even yesterday on the high of Doogie's graduation, I was fearful of becoming too emotional. Any time in the last year I even thought about him graduating, I burst into tears. I gave it over to God Saturday night, and He gave me peace even in this. I cried a bit as I hugged Doogie after the ceremony, but otherwise I was fine. There is a steadiness within me that could only come from the Lord.

Last night I read another Spurgeon quote on prayer: The religious life is not a brooding over emotions, grazing the keel of faith in the shallows, of dragging the anchor of hope through the oozy tide of mud as if afraid of encountering the healthy breeze. Away! with your canvas spread to the gale, trusting in Him, who rules the raging of the waters. The safety of the tinted bird is to be on the wing. If its haunt be near the ground - if it fly low - it exposes itself to the fowler's net or snare. If we remain groveling on the low ground of feeling and emotion, we shall find ourselves entangled in a thousand meshes of doubt and despondency, temptation and unbelief. Hope thou in God.

So how is your prayer life? Mine is thriving, because I am presenting my check and waiting for the gold. Just a little more Spurgeon before I am through for the day: We who believe the promise of God should rejoice in the prospect of divine revivals in our souls, and as we experience them our holy joy should overflow. Are we thirsting? Let us not murmur but sing...let us ask that the Scripture we have read and our devotional exercises, may not be an empty formality, but a channel of grace to our souls. O that God the Holy Spirit would work in us in all His mighty power, filling us with all the fullness of God.

Love is a Verb by Gary Chapman is subtitled Stories of What Happens When Love Comes Alive, and this book is full of love! In a format similar to the Chicken Soup for the Soul books, Chapman has collected several stories about how the power of love has completely transformed lives. Marriages reborn, children who teach about the true meaning of love, and love even through illness, every story is an illustration about how God uses other people to teach us how to love and how He loves us. After each story, Chapman gives a short summary about how the reader can apply the message to his/her own life. Every story is uplifting, and many may induce some tears. This book brought a smile to my face every time I opened the covers.

The winners of the Chicken Soup for the Soul contest were Susan Reindl and Carol Rybka. Congratulations to both of them! I am starting a new contest today for a copy of Saints in Limbo by River Jordan. It's a beautiful fiction story of a widow who has lost all reason to live, but a special gift offers her hope for the future. To sign up, just send me an email before 10pm on Thursday, June 4th. Good luck!

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Passionate Prayer

We are home, and I am so grateful. It is so true that you don't appreciate what you have until it's gone. My home may be small, and it's never as clean as I would like, but none of those things matter when I have been away for a few days. Mia came down with a sore throat while staying at my mom's. Her throat is swollen and has a few white spots, so I'll probably take her to the doctor tomorrow to see if she has strep. She's cuddled up close to my side right now and hasn't been more than a few feet away since we picked her up.

I got a lot of reading done on the ride, which was great. It certainly made the trip go by a little quicker. We didn't take much time to take a look around town yesterday, but this morning before we left, Jesse, Doogie, and I drove around Duluth. I also picked up some tourism guides to the area, and I can't believe all of the activities up there! There's an aquarium, zoo, Omnimax theater, trains, ships, and lots of museums. We're already planning our trip back up in July. Along with the big city attractions, the downtown area has a small town feel with brick streets and lots of little shops. Next time we'll take Mia; the first place she wants to visit is the aquarium.

Passionate Prayer by Catherine Martin is a new release from Quiet Times Ministry. Prayer is the best way to become closer to God. It's our way of communicating with Him, as well as quiet time to listen to Him in return. I've long wanted to deepen my prayer life, and when I saw that Martin had released a book about just that, I couldn't wait to read it. I am a huge fan of her writing; I've learned so much about faith and myself because of her books. The book is a 30 day adventure and is broken up into five six day weeks. The first five days are short chapters about a particular type of prayer, and the sixth day is an indepth study session with lots of Scripture to look up. There is a place in each reading for readers to record their thoughts and learnings. I was regularly jotting down amazing quotes about prayer from famous theologians and pastors like: I want to tell you a growing conviction with me, and that is that as we obey the leadings of the Spirit of God, we enable God to answer the prayers of other people. I mean that our lives, my life is the answer to someone's prayer, prayer perhaps centuries ago...I have the unspeakable knowledge that my life is the answer to prayers, and that God is blessing me and making me a blessing entirely of His sovereign grace and nothing to do with my merits, saving as I am bold enough to trust his leading and not the dictates of my own wisdom and common sense. -Oswald Chambers The book is filled with wisdom and real advice to help deepen your prayer life and strengthen your relationship with God. Martin offers reasons to prayer and results of prayer. The story about a hot water bottle gave me goosebumps! I've passed the book on to my husband, and when he finishes, I will most certainly pass it on to someone else, because it's too good to keep to myself!

Tomorrow I'll kick off the first of two contests this week, one just in time for Earth Day!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Michal


Molly and Doogie are both going to State Solo Ensemble for choir. Their Jazz Choir and Madrigal Choir both made it, and Molly's going for her solo. She got a tough judge, so we were a bit worried that she wouldn't make it through, but she did! Doogie doesn't do solo events, so he was happy that the two events he did both made it.

I've been reading Catherine Martin's Passionate Prayer as part of my devotional time for the past week or so. I just love Catherine's writing. Whenever I see that she has a new book coming out, I jump at the chance to get it. I really want to strengthen and deepen my relationship with God, and I know that prayer is the best way to accomplish that, so this book is a real blessing. I've been writing down some terrific quotes about prayer that I wanted to share with you.

Prayer does not fit us for the greater works; prayer is the great work. -Oswald Chambers

Prayer moves the hand that moves the world. -E.M. Bounds

When we rely on organization, we get what organization can do; when we rely upon education, we get what education can do; when we rely upon eloquence, we get what eloquence can do, but when we rely upon prayer, we get what God can do. -A.C. Dixon

We become what we are called to be by praying. -Eugene Peterson

Prayer is something deeper than words. It is present in the soul before it has been formulated into words. And it abides in the soul after the last words of prayer have passed over our lips. Prayer is an attitude of our hearts, attitude of mind. Prayer is a definite attitude of our hearts toward God, an attitude which He in Heaven immediately recognizes as prayer, as an appeal to His heart. Whether it takes the form of words or not, does not mean anything to God, only to ourselves. -Ole Hallesby

Michal by Jill Eileen Smith is the first book in The Wives of King David series. Michal is the daughter of King Saul, ruler of Israel and David's sovereign. But Saul has refused to listen to God or his prophets, so David has been anointed King of Israel. This sets the two men on a path full of conflict. David tries to respect and love his regent, but Saul is murderously jealous of the affection the Israelites have for David. Saul reluctantly allows Michal to marry David, but when he puts out a death warrant on David, Saul annuals the marriage and gives her to one of his soldiers. Eventually Michal is returned to David when he claims the throne, but their relationship never recovers. This is the story as laid out in 1 and 2 Samuel in the Old Testament and Smith makes it come to life through amazing attention to historical detail as well as moving characterizations. I've always wondered about Michal when I read the story of David in the Bible. How could the same woman who risked her father's rage to help her husband escape then attack him and accuse him of acting undignified in his praise to God? Smith really gives a great deal of insight into the workings of Michal's mind; her loyalty to her family, her manipulation to achiever her own aims, her deep love for her father and yet terrible fear of the demons that drive him. Smith puts the pieces of the puzzle together in an entertaining and enthralling way. One small bit of criticism: most of the story and dialogue flows smoothly, but when Smith is quoting the Bible directly, the words seem forced and out of place. She would have been better off paraphrasing those passages to keep it from disrupting story's pace. I've always been fascinated by Abigail, David's third wife, so I can't wait to read the rest of this series!

Today's picture is of Mia trying out her costume for her dance recital next month. She's my little drama queen for sure! I took the picture on Monday night, and all of the snow you see behind her is already gone!

Friday, September 05, 2008

Trusting in the Names of God

My mom sent home a very special book with me last week, but I delayed opening it until I knew I needed a pick me up. Wednesday was a long, rough day, and I was hurting, so it felt like the perfect moment to crack it open. The book is a memory book compiled by my Grandma Valley. It has newspaper clippings and letters goings back nearly 70 years. Every time Grandma saw an article in the paper about friends or family or read a poem or joke she liked, she clipped it out and pasted it in this book. Engagements, weddings, funerals, and birth announcements are next to notes written by her children and grandchildren. You know the little notes that your kids write you: Hey Mom, sleeping at Roger's. Be home tomorrow. Love, Howard. Grandma kept all of them. It's easy to see what and who she loved on every page. Grandma made several of these books in her lifetime, but they have been scattered throughout her children who hold them close to their hearts, so this one that ended up with Mom is probably the only one I will ever see again.


When I was a kid, Grandma would let me look through them, and it felt like a treasure hunt.
Wednesday when I was going through the book, I found a true treasure. There was a small engagement announcement, probably from the 1970s, for a young woman named Joan. I recognized the last name as being a distant cousin, but when I read the last name of her husband-to-be, my jaw dropped. It was my librarian! I called my mom, asking her where exactly she fit in the family tree and was surprised to discover that my librarian (one of my favorite people in the whole world) and I are fourth cousins. My great-grandmother and her grandmother were sisters. Thursday I brought the book in to show her, and we both exclaimed our excitement at finding the family tie. Isn't it amazing that even though my Grandma Valley has been gone over 8 years, she still is blessing my life?

Trusting in the Names of God by Catherine Martin is the most recent addition to Martin's growing repertoire of outstanding devotionals. Honestly, when I see her name on a book, I know that it's going to help me grow spiritually, and it immediately goes on my wish list. In Trusting, Martin takes the Biblical names of God (Elohim, Yahweh, Abba, etc) and puts them into a 30 day Bible study taking the reader deep into Scripture and giving new understanding of the nature of God. She gives information about the character of each name and how we can rely on it. I've used Abba in my praying, but I had never used the other names before, and I found that my prayers took on a new life when I specifically addressed prayers to names. Yahweh Sabaoth, the deliverer, is the name that held the most power to me. When I was reading in Jeremiah several months ago, I kept coming across that name in my reading, and while I knew it was important, I didn't understand how it applied to me and what was going on in my life. Martin really helps the reader understand that while all of the names apply to the same God, they are different aspects of her character that help us to understand and love him better.

Today's pic is Doogie with his car. I picked up the plates for it today, so he's ready to take it on the road, and on Tuesday, he starts working as a cook at a local restaurant, so he'll be using it regularly. I can't believe how quickly my kids are growing up!

Friday, April 25, 2008

Set My Heart on Fire

A good friend of mine sent me this story, and I had to share it!

If You Give a Mom a Muffin

by Kathy Fictorie

If you give a Mom a muffin,

She'll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She'll pour herself some.

The coffee will get spilled by her three year old.

She'll wipe it up.

Wiping the floor, she will find some dirty socks.

She'll remember she has to do some laundry.

When she puts the laundry in the washer,she'll trip over some snow boots and bump into the freezer.

Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan dinner for tonight.

She will get out a pound of hamburger.

She will look for her cookbook (101 Things to Make With a Pound of Hamburger).

The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.

She will see the phone bill which is due tomorrow.

She will look for her checkbook.

The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two year old.

She'll smell something funny.

She'll change the two year old.

While she is changing the two year old, the phone will ring.

Her four year old will answer it and hang up.

She remembers that she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee on Friday.

Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.

She will pour herself some.

And chances are......

If she has a cup of coffee......

Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

Set My Heart on Fire by Catherine Martin is a devotional that will inspire a revival of the Holy Spirit within you. Martin, who has written several other wonderful books, writes knowledgeably about the power of the Holy Spirit using passages from Scripture and personal anecdotes. Weaving these skillfully together, she reminds readers that when we accept Jesus into our hearts, the Holy Spirit takes up permanent residence there. It prays for us, leads and guides us, and will make us on fire with love for God if we allow ourselves to listen. Each section of the book is split into six sections. The first five are lessons with an area to write at the back about wisdom gained. The sixth section is an indepth Bible study about a different aspect of the Holy Spirit. Martin's faith is an inspiration, and her writing is always a joy to read.

Congratulations to Joy Artis and Karen Lasater, they were the winners of copies of A Mending at the Edge by Jane Kirkpatrick.

I'm kicking off a new contest today. If you'd like to win a copy of Margaret McSweeney's A Mother's Heart Knows (I reviewed it on Wednesday), drop me an email at christysbookblog@gmail.com before midnight on Sunday, April 27th. I'll announce the winner here Monday. The author is also holding a contest called My Favorite Mom. Go here and leave a message about how wonderful your mother (or mom figure) is to be entered to win a spa basket. Good luck!

Monday, October 22, 2007

Knowing and Loving the Bible


Saturday Molly had a competition in Tomahawk (over 120 miles away) for Forensics Drama. I am so proud of her; she won the female lead in the play, and has been spending ten hours+ a day at school between practices for that and Jazz Choir. She was supposed to be at the school at 6:45; the bus was leaving at 7am. I set the alarm for 5:30 giving her time for a shower. Instead I woke up to find her nearly shrieking in the doorway that it was 7:15! The drama instructor didn't answer his cellphone. Jesse threw on clothing in anticipation of driving most of the way if not all of the way to Tomahawk. While Molly was getting dressed, the phone rang: one of the other kids in the play was checking in. It turns out that they had to pass through Gillett to get to Tomahawk, and so Jesse and Molly met the bus at the gas station three miles away. Thank God! The team went on to advance to Sectionals and got high marks from the judges.

I opened up a can of worms last week. I hate Barbie; I really do. Molly was obsessed when she was little, and there were always tiny shoes with pointy heels hiding in the carpet and naked Barbies with bad hair all over her room. When Mia was born, I laid down the law with all family members: No Barbies allowed! Over time, I've relaxed enough to let her watch the Barbie DVDs, and she loves visiting my dad and stepmom's where there is a whole box of Barbies to play with. When the doctor told us that they were going to have to put an IV in Mia's arm on Wednesday night, I was desperate to find something to give her something to look forward to. So I promised her that after she got out of the hospital, I would buy her any toy she wanted. Guess what she wanted? Yep, Island Princess Barbie. It sings. Two different songs. Dad & Liz bought her one, and Jesse and I bought her the other. They are already missing their shoes.

Knowing and Loving the Bible by Catherine Martin is a fantastic introduction to Bible study for both beginners and long time readers. I'm currently on my third time through the Bible. Each time I read a different version to gain a little more understanding, but this time through it had become stale and a chore. Instead of looking forward to my two chapters a night, I found myself daydreaming and rushing through them. I felt so badly about it, but I just couldn't seem to make the connection I'd had the first time through. Martin's book opened up the Bible to me again and made it a joy in my day. The book is broken into 30 daily readings with questions at the end of each for digging deeper. On each sixth day, there is a full-blown Bible study with several verses to look up and answer questions about, all of which bring about greater understanding and appreciation for the Bible. Martin explain how to do several different type of studies: word, theme, person, etc. For each she gives detailed, but simple, instructions along with recommendations for other books that can enhance learning. Through it all, there is an underpinning of love for the Book. Martin's love of Scripture and the Lord is unquestioned, and she wants you to find the same kind of comfort and knowledge that she does. In the second to last lesson of the book, she asks you to pray to God for him to reveal your life verse to you. I was pretty sure that I knew mine, but I prayed anyway. The next night when I opened the book to the last chapter, there was my verse; it was an affirmation to me that not only is this my life verse, but that God will use Martin to speak to you about learning to love the Bible if you let her. My verse: Psalm 121 1-2 I lift my eyes up to the hills, from where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the creator of Heaven and earth.

The winners of the Amy Grant book contest last week were Christy, Jill, and Kathy. I sent your books out to you today, thank you for participating. The week of Nov. 12, I'll be having another contest to give away James Scott Bell's Try Dying. If you like John Grisham, you'll love Bell!