The Bookshelf


Books are food for the intellect. Just as there are many sources for physical nourishment (i.e. fast food, daily bread, and fine dining), so there are many genres for a diverse feeding of the mind.  This has been my experience and I have noticed that a regular diet of contemporary young adult literature (much of which I read for the purpose of being informed about my students’ reading preferences) leaves me craving something solid and sustaining. Perhaps this is because my mind has grown accustomed to rich literature because I was raised on biographies, classics, rich historical fiction, and the Bible.  It leaves me wondering if parents and educators should be as intentional about what children read, as they are about what children eat.

This page is dedicated to my reading list: past reads, current reads, and future reads.

If ever there was a book that spoke my heart, it is the Life Giving Home by Sally and Sarah Clarkson. This mother-daughter team wrote this book out of a deep desire to refresh the image of home in modern society. In today’s high speed, screen dependent world where virtual relationships are more common than those of flesh and blood, it is common for home to simply mean a place to eat, sleep and store stuff; in reality, the home should be the place where life is nurtured, battered hearts are mended, dreams are encouraged and fears assuaged. But how does one go about cultivating such a haven of a place when life is just, well, so busy?

Place. It begins with recognizing that if you are a human being you need a home; not simply four walls and a roof, but a place where you belong.

 Each of us longs for a place to belong, a connection that gives roots to our wandering lives. Our hearts hunger for a community where we are intimate members, a sense of belonging to people who love us. Our souls crave a purpose bigger than our jobs, a connection to a sense of meaning. We yearn to know that our own stories have significance in the grander scheme of God’s megastory. All of these may be found in home – a place to belong, a people to be a part of, and a purpose where God’s righteousness and design are celebrated and cherished in community every day. (Clarkson 8)

People. In order to have a home in every sense of the word, there need to be people willing to take the time to make it. This doesn’t mean you quit everything you’re doing in the world and never leave your house; it does mean that turning that building into a cozy place of comfort, beauty and safety is one of the highest priorities in your life. Your presence and care should be present in every nook and cranny of that house, no matter how small or large your abode is. Each of the five senses should come alive with delight in every being who crosses your threshold.  Love, joy and peace should be the ambiance of your dwelling place.

Even as an orchestra needs a conductor to choose the music, lead rehearsals, and unite all of the instruments into a harmonious sound, so every home needs someone who conducts what I call the life music of a home – its atmosphere. The one who conducts is responsible for bringing out the swelling themes, the steady bass notes, the drama of percussion kept in its place, the soaring melodies and intricate counterparts – all the instruments sounding together in a symphony of grace. (Clarkson 24)

Purpose. Finally, a home is not a home without a vision or direction in place for the lives who live within it. That direction comes from seeking the beauty in the mundane and ordinary aspects of life; from finding meaning in every day and month of the year; from creating traditions that celebrate the triumphs of individuals and the family as a whole; from making every meal a feast and savoring it together; from working, playing, talking and being silent together; from inviting others in and making them a part of your tribe; from knowing when to withdraw from the world so your family has time to heal and knowing when to step out and be involved with making the world a better place.

Home is your garden of life, so to speak, and you are free to order it and plant it as you will. But all great works of life must be planned in order to make them productive, useful, and flourishing. With a garden, the more ground that is planted, the more yield to the crop. Similarly, the greater care we take with planning our days and years, the more productive we will be. Great works of life art don’t just happen. They must be imagined, planned and worked on before they become a reality. (Clarkson, 44)

To conclude, this book is one that has transformed my outlook on cultivating my home and nurturing the souls within it.  I am inspired to make every day count in the minute ways just as much as in the major ones. Sally and Sarah have challenged me to make my home not just a haven for my own family but also for those who I can invite in to it. In addition, I am more in tune with the significance of the senses when cultivating growing hearts and minds. The whole person never ceases to absorb its surroundings, thus necessitating that every sense has something rich and invigorating upon which to feast.

While this book was written by female authors, they received input from the males in their family as they wrote. It contains home-making ideas for singles, couples and families, as well as grandparents. Without a doubt, all who love HOME will benefit from this beautiful read.


What do the Olympics, WWII and sharks have in common? If you guessed Louis Zamperini you are absolutely correct.  Before Hillenbrand’s Unbroken (and subsequent film) was published, this name was unknown to me. Now? Well, now it pops into my head every time I think of war, fighter jets, Japan, lost at sea or running. This epic narrative is life-shaping: not simply because of the nail-biting suspense, the jaw-dropping peril or the unfathomable evil that one encounters in its pages, but because of the endurance and strength that gripped one man’s soul when death seemed to be the only option.

Louis “Louie” Zamperini was a thoughtless, reckless and self-indulgent young man who seemed destined for a life behind bars. His town hated him, his parents despaired for him and the law was determined to catch him. However, through the persistent hope and coaching of his older brother, Louie discovered that his feet had wings. He rapidly established a name for himself in high school track meets and eventually found himself competing in the 1936 Berlin Olympics. While he maintained a lifestyle of wild living, competitive running gave his life meaning and purpose. He set his sights on the 1940 Olympics in Tokyo.

War changes the timeline of the future. Grappling with despair over the cancellation of the 1940 Games, Louie enlisted in the Army Air Corps. Through all of his military training he kept a rigorous fitness routine to maintain his speed and agility.  After December 7, 1941 and America’s plunge into the war, Louie’s life was changed forever.  He and his flight crew began flying perilous bombing missions throughout the Pacific theater. On May 27, 1943, their plane went down in the Pacific’s shark-infested waters. He and two other crew members, one being the pilot, were the only survivors of the crash. The third man passed away after a few weeks in the life raft; Louie and Phil, the pilot, were at sea for a total of 46 days. Their “rescue” by the Japanese resulted in two years of brutal imprisonment by Axis forces, causing Louie to often long for the freedom he had once had on that tiny life raft surrounded by sharks.

At the end of his imprisonment, Zamperini was confronted by how much he had changed; he no longer knew how to live in the regular world. He suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder and sought escape from the torment of sleep through alcoholism. He was racing himself towards destruction. Friends pleaded with him to stop drinking; his family begged and prayed for him; even if he wanted to stop the drinking and his violent tendencies, he no longer could. Outwardly his body seemed free; inwardly he was a tortured man and only a miracle could save him now. That miracle came through the preaching of Billy Graham at his Los Angeles revival.  Here, God exchanged Louis Zamperini’s heart of stone for a heart of flesh that longed for repentance and forgiveness. Within minutes he was a changed man – no more drinking or reckless living. He was a transformed life who went on to bring transformation to many more lives through his thrilling, heart-stopping, God-honoring testimony.

While reading about Louis Zamperini’s life online or watching Angelina Jolie’s film production of this book are valid options, I would recommend reading this book for three reasons:

  1. The Relevant History. Laura Hillenbrand presents a superb blending of historical fact and personal narrative through her writing. I learned more fascinating details about the intricacies of WWII,  the American fighting machine and the Japanese involvement than a dozen textbooks could have ever taught me. This was because the relevancy of these facts was now personal; I had an investment in history because my friend Louie was living it. I was experiencing the danger, the politics, the evil and the good in a tangible way through her exhaustive research and clear writing.
  2. The Human Encounter. There are few things more devastating or inspirational than human nature, and war pulls the curtain away from both sides. Louie and his compatriots were brutalized in unspeakable ways by their captors; captors who could no longer be described as human for their actions were barbaric, leaving hundreds of thousands of POWs and civilians murdered. Yet some managed to escape the death clutches of these cruel people. How? Through acts of kindness, through maintaining a sense of humor, through camaraderie, through faith and hope and love. This is the other side of being human – the side that remembers there is a God in the midst of war.
  3. The Divine Challenge. Unbroken is God’s story. Louie could not have experienced or endured what he did without God’s orchestration of every detail. Through the horror and through the triumph He shines glorified. The triumph would not be so satisfying if the horror had not been so devastating and therein lies the challenge: are we willing to zoom out of the story in order to view the larger narrative, to step away from the book and scan the entire library of history? If so, we can see that the human timeline is connected from beginning to end with the single focus of God’s redemption of mankind.

This book would be an excellent New Year’s read as it will inspire and challenge you. It will inspire you to live nobly and challenge you to keep your perspective on the larger narrative, the library of life.







Is it possible for a scarecrow story to move a reader to tears? I didn’t think so until I read this poetic tribute to a representative of harvest. In The Scarecrow’s Dance, author Jane Yolen and illustrator Bagram Ibatoulline weave a rhythmic narrative about a scarecrow who is inspired to dance one windy autumn night.

  An autumn eve, the moon was high…out in the field, stiff and forlorn, the           scarecrow stood and watched the corn…the wind blew high, the wind blew low…his feet of straw began to prance, his knees of straw to bend and dance…

He becomes swept away in his harvest dance of delight and suddenly springs from his pole!  Leaping, twirling and pirouetting, he passes through the cornfields, explores the barnyard, and slowly makes his way to the farmhouse that is settling down for the night. He is drawn to one of the lighted windows and eases closer to peer inside.

He pressed his nose against the glass…and watched a child on bended knees begin a prayer by saying, “Please…”

Intrigued, the curious scarecrow listened closer as the child prayed a prayer of blessing for the entire farm.

“And bless tonight our old scarecrow who guards the fields and each corn row…”

The faithful scarecrow was deeply touched by that simple prayer; so touched, in fact, that he crept away from the window and danced his way back to the empty pole in the vast cornfield. There, he knelt and prayed a simple prayer of his own. What did he pray? We are left wondering – about the content of his prayer and at the fact that after he finished he leaped into the air with all of his heart …

And…“Slid back onto his wooden pole, which – tall and straight – just fit his soul…

What about this story is so moving to me, a city girl who has never depended upon a scarecrow’s vigilant watch? Perhaps it is the fact that I can identify with the weight of responsibility upon his straw shoulders; perhaps it is the fact that all which he seeks to embrace with his outstretched arms is simply too vast and this reminds me that sometimes my heart desires the impossible as well; perhaps it is that we both share the desire to dance and embrace the beauty of the world that surrounds us; perhaps it is the understanding that the responsibility we have to those depending on us is far more valuable than the tantalizing lure of shirking that responsibility.

This season, as you grab your pumpkin spice drink and curl up to read a fall story, take a moment to be inspired by a scarecrow.

“For anyone can dance,” thought he, “But only I can keep fields free.”


The Homeschool Experiment   Motherhood can be overwhelming; there are days when I feel like I don’t even enjoy my kids because I am so immersed in caring for their basic needs. It’s difficult to imagine adding formal education into the mix.  In fact, the book cover alone was something with which I could identify before even reading the introduction.

Charity Hawkins knows how to write a good story. I kept double-checking the introduction to verify that it was indeed a novel: Julianne Miller, the protagonist of our story, seemed so real, so authentic, so ME! I found myself laughing, crying and yearning right along with her as she learned the rhythm of mothering and teaching her three young children while also donning the hats of wife, daughter, sister and friend. I know I have read a good book when throughout the day I find myself thinking about the new friend to whom it has introduced me and wondering how she would approach the situations I am facing. Charity’s authentic character refreshed my outlook on motherhood and all it entails.

As I progress through the day-to-day, I now remind myself:

That childhood should be lived slowly. Our fast-paced, goal-oriented society puts a lot of pressure on moms to keep their kids going all the time. Simply being at home is rarely viewed as enough. But childhood only happens once and it’s a rare and valuable time that children need to experience fully. It is a time for them to grow comfortable in their own skin, cultivate their imaginations and build a defined character. “We sit in the field, as the kids run and tumble and laugh, while we twist clover crowns for them…This, I can give my children, I realize. This, they need. In an age of electronic toys and standardized tests, of hurry and stress, we all need this. Time to sit and be quiet…The clover crowns will break by this evening and life will move on. Babies will grow up; children will grow tall. But right now, we have childhood and lengthening shadows and quiet moments and clover crowns.” (203)

To pause as needed. There is always more to do: dishes, laundry, errands, meal prep, housework, and all the teaching and training that comes with kids.  Sometimes I feel like I never get ahead in anything! Those are the very times when I just need to snuggle with my kids and read them a book or maybe two or three.  Snuggling and reading together is always a good idea; the housework will wait for another hour or day, but there will come a time when my kids won’t be within arms reach and ready to read, “just one more story.” Or maybe we all need to go out for a play date with friends so they can run around with other little people and I can have nourishing conversation with other moms. Or maybe we will just lay in the grass in our backyard and find shapes in the clouds.

To grow with the season. Since I am a mom with young children it means that this is still a new stage in life for me. It means that the ‘me without kids’ was not that long ago so it’s easy for me to compare that me with the ‘me with kids.’ Oh my! That me could jump out of bed and have personal devotions with bright eyes! That me could exercise every day, stick to my weekly cleaning routine, and remember what I ate for dinner the night before. This me hits the snooze button on my alarm several times before struggling out of bed, has almost forgotten what it’s like to take walks at a normal pace, has a perpetually messy, grubby house and struggles to remember what I had for breakfast. Even though I often feel like I’m falling apart I’m learning that this is a type of growth I’ve never before experienced.  It’s the kind of growth that is helping me define my intangible priorities – that I’m walking slowly because I’m accompanied by little legs; my house is messy because I’m not alone during the day; I’m tired because I am making time for my husband after the kids are in bed; I can’t remember some things because I’m focusing in on others.

That children are people and not tasks. I often make the mistake of planning into my day time with my kids. This often leaves me feeling rushed and flustered because I feel like I need to get through it in order to move on to the next thing. In the course of reading this book, I observed Julianne incorporating her children into everything she did, from housework to errands to serving others to making gifts for family members. Not only did this help her accomplish all of her daily tasks, it also provided an endless number of teaching opportunities and conversation topics with her children. Ultimately, that is what mothering and homeschooling are all about: preparing our children for lives as adults. Children learn best by example and when they work and live with us they learn from us.

Julianne’s story might be a novel but the truths that permeate its pages are relevant to every mother seeking to live nobly.  As she so eloquently stated near the end of the book, “We think we value ease and luxury, diamonds and crystal, but we don’t. We value fulfilling work, truth and honor, family and friends, lives well lived, love freely given.” (226) Cherish being a mother, my friend!



“Don’t Make Me Count to Three!” I sometimes have days when I feel like I have only heard my own voice repeating the same instruction a hundred times. Other days I feel like I am truly negotiating with terrorists: trying to find the most tactful way to get my kids to do what I want without inciting a rebellion.  So when I picked up this book with its catchy title, I was eager to learn new tips on training my children in a biblical manner; I was not disappointed. Ginger Hubbard soaked in Tedd Tripp’s Shepherding a Child’s Heart and sought to put it’s concepts into practice with her children. Her main objective was to parent not just according to Scripture but with Scripture. In her book, she details the why and the how-to of training one’s children in righteousness. Here are a few highlights that I gleaned from this practical little book:

  • Do not separate the rod from reproof. Training means children shouldn’t simply be told they have done wrong and then punished for it; it means they need to understand why they are being disciplined and how they could have behaved differently. They should be shown in Scripture why their actions were dishonoring to God and their parents and then led to practice the correct form of behavior. Scripture always partners the rod with reproof: one without the other can lead to anger and bitterness in a child’s heart.
  • “Obey all the way, right away and with a happy heart.” It is easy for moms to think that giving second (and third) chances or numerous warnings is kind, loving or cool. We often reason that maybe our child didn’t hear us or fully understand us the first (or second) time.  Sometimes we are busy with something or someone else and it’s simply not convenient to discipline the first offense. However, delay  is harmful to moms because it allows emotions to escalate, resulting in our disciplining out of frustration or anger rather than as a built-in consequence to disobedience. Delay is also harmful to our children because it teaches them that immediate obedience is optional, not required. They must also learn that complete obedience must be done cheerfully and not begrudgingly for this will eventually transfer to their relationship with God.
  • Biblical discipline points to Jesus. Training my children in righteousness is so much more than simply creating little minions who do my bidding so that my life is easy. Ha! As if that would ever happen!   Rather, it is my calling to lead my children to Jesus by raising them to obey immediately and joyfully. Showing them that obedience is in Scripture also creates in them the awareness that God expects to be obeyed in all things; anything less will result in discipline from Him. I am obeying God when I train my children to obey me and their father.

The above points are just a few of the many thought-provoking lessons I learned from this thorough book. She details the gentle verbal reproofs we can use to guide our children along with the verses from Scripture that we can share with them to validate our reasons for disciplining. She also presents daily scenarios we may encounter and how to handle them in a calm and consistent fashion. If you only have time to read one book in the next few months, I would urge you to choose this one. It has the potential to transform your disciplining strategies in a way that will bring you much peace of mind. I will definitely be reading it again!


The Hobbit

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien is probably a familiar title to all of you, but when did you last read it? The last time I read this book was about 16 years ago; now my husband and I are reading it together, and it feels like reconnecting with an old friend with a hint of reading it for the first time.  The adventure and intrigue are as fresh as ever, but my grasp of the deeper meanings is richer. The fantasy has not lost its powerful grip on my attention, yet now I found it almost comforting to have my eyes nestled in the pages of this timeless classic. Courage in the ordinary heart has taken on a new meaning for me as I need it more than ever before as I raise my children to be ready to take on the world outside our door.


4 Responses to The Bookshelf

  1. Debra Tobler-Rydin says:

    Most heartily agree. There is something very complex about the mind and reading. The eyes and brain are very involved. The brain is picturing the words…sometimes this is great! Desired! Healthy! But it can just as easily be horribly dangerous/distructive/innocence robbing. Parents and teachers alike need to be actively involved with what their charges are reading/watching/ talking about.
    We all know their brains are little sponges. What do we desire them to soak up?


  2. Happy says:

    You’re a real deep thniker. Thanks for sharing.


  3. Ellyanna says:

    I will be putting this dazzlnig insight to good use in no time.


  4. scrapeboard says:

    I cant get enough of this blog. Sorry i have not commented til now, but im lazy. Just wanted to eventually say thank you.


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