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Book Review: Homespun Devotions, Volume One

 


How do you read devotional books?  Sometimes I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee and a short inspiration.  Sometimes I like to end my day propped up on my pillows with a cup of Chamomile Tea and a short story or two to relax.  If my husband stops at the hardware store on our way home, I usually tell him to take his time and I pull out a devotional book that fits nicely in my purse to sit and wait for him at such times.

 

Homespun Devotions, by Cheryl E. Smith, arrived in the mail and I can’t put it down.  I read it as I wind down before bed with tea.  It’s my go to choice for those times of waiting in the parking lot, too.  I've been taking more breaks in the middle of the day to relax so I can read another chapter!   I like stories that touch my heart and help me to reflect on my faith.  Homespun Devotions does that for me every time I pick it up to read.

 

I’m facing a challenge these days.  My raw emotions are a set up for encouragement from such stories of faith.  I feel inspired by this book’s beautiful messages of surrender, of persistence, loving at all costs, and stepping out of a comfort zone to lean on God for stability in the unknown. 

 

The story, Squirming Puppies, taught me how to hold and train a puppy in my hands to teach it how to trust and yield to its owner’s will.  I like the way the author ties it to learning to trust God rather than squirm into one’s own path during those vulnerable times of life.

 

Homespun Devotions is a book chock full of life lessons and written so beautifully, it leaves me feeling full inside as if I just left the café after a nutritious meal with a friend.

 

I highly recommend this book and I think it would make a great gift for a special occasion.

 

You can learn more about the author, Cheryl E. Smith, at her website, Homespun Devotions, where she writes devotionals.   She is the author of the book, Biblical Minimalism:  Following Jesus from a Life of Abundance to a More Abundant Life.  Cheryl likes to spend time with her husband and son in the mountains, sing and play bluegrass music and write.


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  1. Thanks for the book idea!

    It is good to sit a spell, isn't it? Rest, read, and be encouraged. God bless you. Thank you for your comment on my post.

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  2. This book is something I need in my library. I like to start my day with a devotional. Thank you.

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  3. I too like to read stories that make me reflect on the spiritual side of things, help me make the right plan and commit to it.

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  4. What a moving review, Mary! Because I was cautioned not to drink coffee for 30 min. after taking my medication, I've begun using that time to prop myself up in bed and turn to my daily devotionals -- two very different, but meaningful books. Lifting prayers for the challenges you're experiencing ... God is in the details. Hugs!

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  5. Dear Mary, how very blessed I am by your dear, kind words! May God richly and abundantly bless you, my sweet friend. Sending much love and gratitude to you and to God for the gift of your friendship.

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  6. I love her book too! I actually read it in just a couple of days. I could not put it down! I plan to do a review on my blog before long and will do one on Amazon too. REAL LIFE, REAL GOD! I plan to read through it again but this time, I will use it as a devotional. But, I couldn't refrain from reading all of it at once when I got it! Love it! Hugs and blessings to you dear Mary. Cindy

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  7. It is always good to be encouraged in the Lord through testimonies of others, as the scripture says 'They overcame him (the spiritual enemy) by the blood of the Lamb and the word of their testimony.
    God bless you Mary as we all endeavour to encourage one another in these troubling times.

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