I’m staying a few days with my husband’s mother after a few hard weeks in and out of the hospital. When she has the energy we have great conversations reminiscing about the amazing work of God in our lives. Our brokenness, His grace, mercy and sovereignty.
As I think about the years of loving and being loved by this dear woman, who adopted, loved and raised my husband, the thing that bonded us the most (after loving the same man) was our love and benefit from the same books.
We took turns finding and sharing the recommendations. We spent hours discussing their challenging and encouraging truths. Here’s a sample of her bookshelf.