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Simple Joys

Today three boxes from "home" greeted me at my front door, two expected, one not.

I dug into the smallest one first and pulled out a gift from my best friend.  She sends me "hugs"from time to time to remind that she is thinking of me.  Warm thoughts from "home" and a reminder that we will be BFFs regardless of the relationships, miles and years between us.  Every woman needs another woman to make certain that she doesn't run out and do something drastic, like getting a tattoo and a Harley or trading in the mini-van for two-seater convertible when she is a soccer mom with triplets, without first talking her down from "the roof" and suggesting that she think on it over night.

Today's "hug" was a new book: she knows me well.  Going Rogue: An American Life, the story of the remarkable Sarah Palin.   Tucked inside the book was a charming card - the "lamb of God" in a ten gallon hat and cowgirl boots acknowledging my love for God and new found love for all things Texan, a simple reminder that she loves me and so does The Shepherd.

The other two boxes contained books pulled and shipped at my request from my library at home.  As I opened the boxes and inspected each book, I couldn't help but be warmed and comforted by my familiar "old friends":

  • David Jeremiah, A Bend in the Road
  • Christian Caregiving - A Way of Life - Kenneth Haugk
  • When God Interrupts - Finding New Life Through Unwanted Change - Craig Barnes
  • Max Lucado: Cure for the Common Life, Next Door Savior, Six Hours One Friday, When God Whispers Your Name
  • World Religions and Cults 101 - Bickel/Jantz
  • Walking the Bible - Bruce Feiler
  • Becoming a Vessel God Can Use - Partow
  • NIV Compact Bible Commentary
  • Life Amplified New Testament Commentary
  • Then Sings My Soul Books I & II
and the list goes on . . . and on . . . Lee Strobel, Ann Graham Lotz, Dr. Charles Stanley . . .  

Two boxes of books. Simple joys. Oh, for a snow day or two or three in North Texas.  

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