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Book Review: Homespun Devotions Volume Two


I thoroughly enjoyed Volume Two of Homespun Devotions by Author Cheryl E. Smith.  It is refreshing to read about Cheryl's faith expressed through her family relationships with her husband, Kevin, and son, Zach.  Stories of growing up in a home with wise Christian parents teach us principles which never lose value and are much needed in our present world.


I especially liked the old-fashioned country charm seen and felt in Cheryl's words which grace the pages of  compiled stories of her life.


Cheryl is the author of Biblical Minimalism: Following Jesus from a Life of Abundance to a More Abundant Life.  She also writes devotionals at http://www.homespundevotions.com and plays guitar and sings on You Tube Channel, Mountain Hope Band.
 

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  1. I am reading the 2nd volume too and Cheryl always has wonderful life stories to go right along with the living Word of God. Hugs and blessings to you. Cindy

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