Books, Books, Books: A 2-n-1 Giveaway

It’s almost Christmas, friends!!! Can you believe it? Books read, memories made, and another year soon to pass! For this nostalgic reflector, I always have a mix of emotions as I experience the last month of the year. I love the looking back, the reflecting upon, and even the looking forward, but as I ponder the beauty of the past year, I also can’t help but note the quickness of life.

Life is beautifully quick, isn’t it?

And it’s this time of the year, when the lights twinkle and the tree sparkles, that I take time to reflect on the goodness of the Lord, the faithfulness of His hands, and the cherished memories made throughout.

Truly, He is good and His love endures from year to year.

So as I reflect on the past year and look forward with hopeful joy to 2018, I wanted to give away a new book that will be the focus of my next 12 months. Last year, I focused on the Songs of Jesus (the Psalms) and this year, I will be focusing on intentional prayer.

So what book am I giving away? 

I am giving away TWO copies of The Weekly Prayer Project: A Challenge to Journal, Pray, Reflect, and Connect with God by Scarlet Hiltibidal.

And why am I giving away this book?

One reason and only one reason…I need to strengthen this area of my life. I need to be intentional about seeking the Lord in conversation–journaling my prayers and recording the faithfulness of His answers (even the ones that aren’t “yes!”). I need to be entering His presence, seeking His face, and listening for His holy whispers.

So what are a few of my favorite line(s) from this book? 

Since it’s not a book that is filled with words and sentences, I’ll tell you the three components of this book I like!

  1. I love that the book is split into weeks, focusing on a different type of prayer for a several weeks at a time. “Requests, Gratitude, Lament, Intercession, Faith, Repentance, and Awe” are the categories of prayers that span the 52 weeks of the year.
  2. I love that there is a section of Scripture that focuses each week of prayer–allowing for Truth meditation in combination with prayer.
  3. And I love that there is space for you to write your prayers, keeping a record of your heart and His responses.

So how can you win a copy of this book? 

In the comment section below, share a 2018 goal you have, and I’ll choose two, random winners on Saturday (Christmas Eve, EVE) at 10PM (EST) to win a copy of this wonderful book!

Oh, and here’s the 2-n-1 give-away! For two, other winners, I am going to let you pick ANY book (your choice) from the books highlighted this past year!!! 

January: Flash and Liturgy of the Ordinary (Adult)

February: A Love Letter from God (Children)

March: I AM Storybook Bible (Children)

April: Nothing to Prove (Adult)

May: Craving Connection (Adult)

June: Lift the Flap Bible (Children)

July: Humble Roots (Adult)

August: I Will Follow Jesus Bible Story Book (Children)

September: God’s Very Good Idea (Children)

October: The Imperfect Disciple (Adult)

November: Advent Story Book (Children)

December: The Weekly Prayer Project (Adult)





A Hard Fostering Update: “Let It Be to Me…”

Last year, on the very first day of the New Year, I wrote a blog post entitled “2017: Open and Out.”

It was hardly a blog post that was easy to write, and I’m not gonna front, I was anxious about what the Lord would require of me in the coming year if I dare utter (let alone pen the words for others to see) and make a commitment to living the year with my hands “open and out.” I was afraid of what He might ask, anxious of what He might require. To be perfectly fair in representing my scared heart, I felt like a child as I wrote that post.

Countless times and in many moments, I have revisited my words written and committed on January 1, 2017.


SO many times I extend my open hands, offering the Lord my time, my resources, my gifts, my energy, my hurts, my hard, my relationships, my conflicts, my empty places, my (insert whatever), but then I close them up. I offer my offering, but then when things get hard, or messy, or down-right scary, I curl up my hands and close them off. I grab for control; I close for safety; and I retreat for comfort. My hands that were open start to close and withdraw.

Too many times I stand before the Lord with open and outstretched hands, only to close them and pull them back later.


So when we got sudden news last week that our littlest soul might be moving (rather soon but not finalized) from our home, I revisited those typed words from the beginning of  the year.

Of course, we always knew this was a possibility. Truly, we have. Sure, we signed up to foster with hopes of adopting but when you foster, you FOSTER! There is no guarantee of anything. You live with a constant awareness that though you love her like she’s yours, you know she’s not. Though you pray over her like she’s yours, you practice “brain surrender,” knowing she’s not. Though you are making family memories, hopefully including her in every single one, you are truly living with your hands and heart…OPEN AND OUT.

But last Friday, I wanted to close those offered hands and recoil those surrendered palms. It didn’t feel good; it didn’t feel fair; and it hurt like crazy.

Rewind to the post from January 1.


I imagine Noah had moments when he wanted to close his hands when the mockers came and the rains were missing. I imagine Abraham wanted to pull back His hands as the knife hovered above his beloved. I imagine that Moses wanted to close those hands as the complainers grumbled and the wilderness wore on. I imagine that David wanted to pull back his hands as Saul hunted and threw his spears. I imagine that Job wanted to close his hands as his children died and his sores wept. I imagine that Paul wanted to pull back his hands as the chains rubbed and the crowd threatened.

And yet…the faithful kept their hands open and out.

They followed the call, and they faithfully persevered even though the winds blew and the waves rocked.

Open and out, their hands remained; steady and committed, they kept their offering on the altar; trusting and faithful, they looked toward the ONE who created their hands…and they kept them open and out. 

In the garden, with outstretched hands and blood-soaked tears, the Lord Himself submitted to the Father’s will, obeying the call and drinking the cup…the greatest offering that EVER WAS and EVER WILL BE.

At the cross, open and out.


Ugh. Why did I write those words? Why did I consent and commit to this goal? Why didn’t I choose something where the outcome felt GOOD and GUARANTEED and where the results were more in my control?!?!

But shortly after we heard the news last Friday, the Lord reminded me of a passage from Luke 1.

In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city of Galilee named Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. And the virgin’s name was Mary. And he came to her and said, “Greetings, O favored one, the Lord is with you!”But she was greatly troubled at the saying, and tried to discern what sort of greeting this might be.And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God…And Mary said to the angel, “How will this be, since I am a virgin?”And the angel answered her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you…For nothing will be impossible with God.”And Mary said, “Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.”

Once again, in a way that only He can, He WOW’D me with His living Word.

The angel suddenly (out of nowhere) descends upon Mary, and he tells her news that troubles her; she attempts to discern what all of this news means and will mean; she feels afraid; and she even asks the “how question.”

The narrative felt familiar in the deepest parts of my heart.

But then Mary does something that beautifully depicts a life lived with OPEN AND OUT hands.

And Mary said, “Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.”

Right there, wherever she was when the angel came, she opens her hands, surrenders the news, and embraces the Word of the Lord. In that moment, Mary makes a choice to submit with a trusting spirit. Not because she has all the answers and not because it feels good or makes sense, but simply because she knows her identity and His.

“…I am the servant of the Lord.” 

In that moment, she voluntarily makes herself a bondslave to the work, word, and will of God. Actively, she is tying and binding herself to the Lord…relinquishing her plans and surrendering her feelings.


I don’t know what tomorrow holds, and I have no clue what 2018 will bring for our littlest, our home, or our family, but here is what I do know:

“The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you…For nothing will be impossible with God.”

It is the Lord who will be faithful; it is His power that will overshadow me; and it will be His mighty arm that does the impossible through my extended hands and surrendered heart.

“…let it be to me according to your word.”


The Small Changes, The Faithful Work

I’d be lying if I said I’m entirely content  with “small change.”

I like big change; I like fast change; and I like change that feels significantly noticeable. And so in turn, I struggle with the day-in, day-out steady and persevering work for the “small changes.” 

“Small change,” if I’m being 100% honest, doesn’t always feel like enough for my impatient, impulsive self. It doesn’t always feel super rewarding, and it certainly pushes me to places where I have to fight the urges to engage in “all-or-nothing” thinking, perfectionism, and battles with my identity. And lately, there’s been a whole lot of face-to-face, heart-to-heart interactions between myself, God, and the “small changes.”

I want to see the fast growth in my attempts to grow an intentional marriage.

I want to see big growth in my attempts to eat balanced and exercise regularly.

I want to see significant growth in my attempts to answer with gentleness.

I want to see leaps and bounds growth in my attempts to weed out the distractions.

I want to see speedy progress in my attempts to grow old friendships and forge new ones.

I want to see noteworthy change in my attempts to shepherd the hearts of our children.

I want to see my son’s unprompted, Spirit-planted goal of raising $5,000 for a school in Uganda to have been accomplished four weeks ago, approximately one week after the idea was initially sprouted.

I will not lie; I want the “big and quick change.” 

And for this easily discouraged, impatient soul,  I struggle with the persevering, grit-your-teeth work involved when cultivating a garden life of growth.

I struggle with the process; I struggle with the wait; and I struggle with the effort of getting my proverbial hands dirty without receiving the big returns and the immediate rewards. I struggle with the commitment, the discipline, and the faithfulness required in the process. Truly, I’m the soul who wants to dump pumpkin seeds in the garden tonight and wake to plump, orange gourds in the morning. I don’t want to till the soil, fertilize the soil, weed the soil, water the soil, or do anything else that would require “babying” nurturing the soil.

I want to plant an idea today and see growth tomorrow. End of story. 

So as the Lord has been working in my heart concerning these areas of nurturing growth, cultivating change, and preparing the soil for long-term growth, He’s also been gracious to give me three examples (in one week) of what happens when we are steady and faithful in the small things, trusting Him to produce the BIG and SIGNIFICANT growth.

Let me quickly share in bullet form.

1. After weeks and weeks of attempting to nurture a soil of kindness, gentleness, and humility in our son, especially in regard to a particular boy at school that is hardly his favorite soul on earth, the following conversation ensues at our dinner table this week.

Me: Let’s go around the table and share one thing we did well today.

Caden: Well, I was kind to _____________ (above mentioned soul). He fell in gym class, and I risked getting tagged because I stopped to ask if he was okay.

Lord have mercy, I about fell slain in the Spirit right outta my dining room chair!


2. After several weeks of trying to be faithful in raising money for my son’s “two loaf, five fish idea” to raise $5,000 for a school in Uganda, a friend texts me on a Friday night and informs me that she’s rallied her college basketball team to help raise money for “Caden’s Big Plan.”

Lord have mercy, I about fell slain in the Spirit right outta the passenger seat of my car.


3. And after several months of attempting to be persevering in cultivating a spirit of honesty in our middle child, the following situation happened.

Me: Evie, why is your baby sister crying?

Evie: I don’t know.

Me: Is that true?

Evie (bursts into hysterical sobbing): Mommy, I’m so sorry! I lied. I hit her on the head with her toy. I want to tell the truth. I’m sorry, Mommy. I’m sorry!

Lord have mercy, I about fell slain in the Spirit right outta the chair of Chic-fil-A.


Does our son consistently put other first and respond with gentleness? No. But is he growing in small and steady ways? Yes!

Have we reached our $5,000 goal? No. But is the Lord steadily providing through our faithful work and the generosity of others? Yes!

Is our daughter always telling the truth, resisting every urge to lie? No. But is the Lord still working a tenderness in her heart toward telling the truth? Yes!

Friends, I get you…cultivation is hard and persevering work. And YET…there is growth to be found when we faithfully nurture, when we consistently cultivate, and when we do the sometimes tedious, monotonous work of preparing the soil for long-term growth.

Brother…sister, I don’t know what you’re trying to grow in and around your life, but I pray you will remain faithful to the labor, diligent in prayer, hopeful in the wait, and trusting in His ability, and in His timing to bring the results through your faithful efforts and your cultivating hands.

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9

I [Paul] planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth. 1 Corinthians 3:6 




I Can’t Eat Because My Arms Hurt

Literally, I kid you not (no exaggeration), the following are excuses I have recently heard from our 3 year-old in regard to eating.

“I can’t eat anymore, Mommy, because my arms hurt.”

“Mommy, this food hurts my ankles.”

“Ouch! This pepper hurt my tooth!”

“This food is toooo hot!!! I need to get some cold food.”

“I’m just too sleepy for my food.”

“I can’t eat because I haven’t pooped yet.”

On and on the excuses flow. 

And every single time I’m pretty much like, “You’ve got to be kidding me, right?!” The kid who just told me she was “SOOOOOO HUNGRYYYYY,” is now no longer able to raise the spoon to her mouth?!

Folks, it’s maddening.

Literally, I make a meal and place it before her hungry soul and what does she do when she gets to the table?

She makes excuses.

She tells me why it’s hard to eat…why she can’t eat…and why the eating is getting in the way of her comfort and plans.

And it wasn’t until this morning, when she insisted the English Muffin eating was hurting her limbs, that I realized she can sound a whole lot like some of us when we come to HIS TABLE.

Needy, hungry, parched souls that we are, we come.

He has invited us to banquet with Him; He has prepared a table before us; He has graciously laid out a feast for us; and He has encouraged us to taste His goodness. He has commended us to partake of His Word, ask for His daily bread, and drink of His mercies. His ability to feed His sheep is immense, and His harvest is abundant. His bounty never runs out; His well never dries; and He never tires of providing HIMSELF for us. 

And yet…what do we do?

We make excuses about why it’s too hard to sit at His table;

we complain about the effort it takes to feast; and

we whine about the discipline of eating.

Laid out before us, every day, is an opportunity to sit at His feet and feast on the Bread of Life…to hear Him, to learn from Him, and to be filled by Him. 

And what do we do?

We stand in the “kitchens” of our lives, just like Martha, busying ourselves with the world around us. All the while, Jesus is sitting in our “living rooms” waiting to share of His abundance.

“We’ll get to it later,” we say. “We’ll try to squeeze it in,” we promise. All the while, we’re running, rushing, and doing a whole lot of SNACKING.

And just like my daughter, snacking between meals fills her up…just enough…so that she no longer feels the need to FEAST. 

We snack on snippets of Truth we hear on the radio; we do drive-by scrolling from our favorite Christian authors on our feeds; and we snack on a whole lot of other things that do not truly fill.

Our work, our kids, our bank accounts, our appearance, our networks…

Our days are filled, but are WE FILLED? 

We are hungry, and yet we make excuses. We are thirsty, and yet we refuse to drink.

It’s too much work.

I don’t feel like it does anything. 

I don’t feel like I hear Him. 

I don’t have the time. 

You name it, we complain about it. And honestly, if my daughter’s excuses sound ridiculous to me, I can’t imagine how our excuses sound to the Holy One.

So this morning as I urge my daughter to eat the meal before her, laying aside her excuses and complaints, I (too) am urging my soul to feast on the table before me…to taste of His Truth…and to relish in the abundance of His ever-ready, always-filled, super-needed banqueting table.

Friends, we need to FEAST. And not because He needs us to feast and not because we earn His salvation when we feast, but because we’re hungry souls who have a loving God who, daily, wants to feed us…right from His hand. 

With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Solomon 2:3-4

When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart’s delight,
for I bear your name, Lord God Almighty. Jeremiah 15:16 

How sweet are Your words to my taste! Yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth! Psalm 119:103


Bottling the Beautiful

I struggled this Thanksgiving.

No, I didn’t struggle with the long travel or the extended visits, and no, it wasn’t packing for 5 people for 7 days, and no, it wasn’t the potato cutting for 31 potato-eating souls, and no, it wasn’t an issue with getting into the thankful spirit, and no, it wasn’t even the balancing of holiday traditions while raising little souls and feeding tiny mouths.

No; it wasn’t any of that.

I struggled this Thanksgiving because I was thinking about the next Thanksgiving.

I struggled as I wondered if those little brown eyes will sparkle in that holiday picture next year and if those little brown arms will rest on mine between the slices of pumpkin, blueberry, and cran-apple pie.

Will we be packing her little clothes and carrying her little, wiggly body within our arms?

Will we hear that deep-happy giggle and will we feel those dimpled hands grabbing for our noses, glasses, and dangled earrings?

Will we be passing her around, sharing stories of her growth, and joking about the days when she soaked four bibs in an hour?

Will we be uttering her name and admiring her tightly-wound curls?

Will she still be with us, or will she be gathered around another Thanksgiving table? 

Will we remember her presence as we cut the turkey and sip on champagne?

Will we think about her, miss her, and even mourn her empty space as we serve up the pie and stir our coffee?

Will we remember her little, happy soul on her very 1st Thanksgiving Day?

Will we feel the hole of her presence, grieve the joy of her spirit?

Oh, what will the next Thanksgiving hold? 

And as I thought and reflected in the quietness of my heart this past Thursday, I couldn’t help but think of Mary.

But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19

I truly have no clue what Mary was pondering as the shepherds shared about the angels in the field and the heavenly proclamation they had heard in the presence of their woolly sheep; I truly have no clue. But I am going to go out on a limb and suggest that the Greek word for “treasured” gives us a tiny hint about the thoughts treasured and pondered by this newly-minted mom.

Treasured (syntereo): to preserve a thing from perishing or being lost; to keep in mind lest it be forgotten; to mentally remember and conserve.

And as I read those definitions, and as I thought about Mary, and as I thought about Thanksgiving 2017 and the little girl with brown, creamy skin, I was challenged to “treasure.”

To treasure the happiness of our memories;

To preserve the pictures in my mind;

To conserve those moments in my heart; and

To bottle up all the beauty of all the memories we made this Thanksgiving.

See, we have no clue what is coming down the road for us and our sweet girl, but neither did Mary. 

I wonder if Mary stood at the foot of the cross and reflected upon that moment in the barn with her swaddled baby boy? I wonder as the tears streamed down her face if she thought back to those sweet and tender moments as the shepherds gathered ’round? I wonder if she took all those treasured, preserved, and conserved moments from her bottle of beautiful memories and gently dumped them as balm on her heart-broken soul?

I wonder.

Friends, I don’t know where you are and what you’re facing as you gather around your tables and trees this year, but I pray that as you move into this holiday season, you will bottle up the joy, remember the beautiful, and generously and intentionally conserve the present moments for ALL the moments to come.



Our Little Girl, The Hair Debacle, and My Covet Closets

She was an absolute mess of emotion this morning.

Tears were running down her face and at one point, she was on the floor in a fit of absolute frustration.

I couldn’t understand her; I didn’t know what she needed; and I was at an absolute loss as to how to stop the tears, make sense of her chaos, and get us herded out the door and into the church by 10:30 AM.

Again, she repeated the words.

“I want my hair to look like Leah’s.” 


“I want my hair to be twisted down!”

Twisted down?!? 

“I want my hair on the side and down!!!”

Oh my heavens! What is she talking about and why in the world can’t I remember what Leah’s hair looks like?!?! 

“I want a tie with a twist!!!”


I attempted a clip on the side, with a small twist, and with hair falling down. That’s what she said, right?!?!

“NOOOOOOOO!!!” she wailed.

At this point, she was in absolute tears, and mama was semi close to a “Sunday Smackdown.”

You’ve had those, right? Those moments when you scream something holy like, “GET IN THE CAR!!! We’re going to WORSHIP!!! STOP YOUR WHINING and PUT ON YOUR BLESSED SHOES!!! You’re gonna make us late!!!”

But for some reason, we’ll chalk it up to the Spirit in all of His graciousness and patience with my impatience, I remained calm.

“How about this?”

I attempted a small braid on the side of her head…with a tie…falling to the side with her other hair.

Immediately, she beamed.

“That’s it, Mommy! That’s how her hair looks!”

WHEW. We all sighed a sigh of “hair relief” and made our way to church. I was still not convinced that this was how “Leah’s hair looks,” but apparently it had hushed the angst of our 3 year-old.

And to be honest, until we had exited from church almost two hours later, I had completely forgotten about the hair debacle. UNTIL…we ran into our dear friends and sweet Leah. Immediately, I glanced at Leah’s hair and made eyes with my husband.

Sure enough, off to the side of her beautiful, thick, ginger hair, she had a small braid on the side of her hair…”falling down.”

I couldn’t believe it.

We shared the story with Leah’s parents; laughed; and moved on with the rest of our Sabbath.

But as we got ready for bed tonight, our little girl looked at me and said, “I was so beautiful today because I had hair like Leah.”

My heart did a bit of a sink.

Getting on my knees, I reminded her that she was beautiful because she was HIS CREATION; I reminded her that she didn’t need a braid to be a beautiful; and I suggested that she not worry so much about being and having “just like Leah.”

She nodded her head in agreement (I never have any clue what stays and what sticks in their little hearts), and we moved on with removing the Sunday, side braid.

But as I tucked her in bed tonight, I couldn’t help but continue to dwell on my own words.

See, though I’m not 3 and I don’t want a “falling down, side braid,” sometimes I want what others have too. 

Sometimes I want their pant size and their fashion sense. Sometimes I want their easy-going spirit and their worry-free attitude. Sometimes I want their big home, and their trendy decor, and their minimalist-looking-like-living room. Sometimes I want their boldness and their fearlessness, their freedom and their flexibility. Sometimes I want their vacations, their big kitchen counters, their beautiful family pictures, and their adopted children.

Yes, sometimes I want what others have, too and truth be told, I wrestle with Commandment #10 more than I’d care to admit. 

You shall not covet your neighbor’s house; you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbors. Exodus 20:17

The Lord outlines a pretty extensive list on those stone tablets, making sure His people know that coveting corrupts our holiness. In fact, as commandment #1 and #2 outlines, the Lord knows our hearts are prone to wander in our worship…casting our eyes and our hearts on the things of this world that are not Him.

And for our God who is both jealous and holy, He cannot and will not tolerate a coveting heart that sets up other idols and bows to other images.

Now hear me, I’m not suggesting that our little girl’s desire to have “hair like Leah’s” is a heart violation of Commandment #10; however, I am suggesting that this is where it begins and this is how it grows.

We see what they have, and we want it. And when we do not get what we want, we get angry (James 4:2-4). And when we become angry with what we do not have, our hearts become fixated and our minds become consumed with getting their stuff and having their blessings. And when we become consumed by these things, idols get put in place and images get hung. And when those idols are hung and those images are set in place, we find ourselves bowing at altars that are not holy and are not His.

So tonight, as I sip my hot tea and reflect on the day (hair debacle and all), I am asking the Lord to reveal my sin, clean my “covet closets,” and to remove the high places and graven images that my heart is so easily inclined to worship.


Books, Books, Books: A November, Advent Give-Away

I think I saw a meme on Facebook this weekend noting there are only 8 Fridays until Christmas but with the time change on Sunday and a house full of three kids who didn’t get the “sleep in memo,” I truly can’t remember what the meme said! And since I haven’t had my coffee on this cloudy, Monday morning, we’re not even gonna “google” it to confirm it…we’re just gonna believe it!

Regardless, the holiday season is coming upon us, which means the season of Advent (one of my very favorite times of the year) is also upon us!

I absolutely love the waiting and the anticipation of this season. I love the countdowns, the traditions, and all the special memories made as we reflect upon the 1st coming of Christ and anticipate the 2nd coming. I love the twinkle lights, the gingerbread, the snow, and all of the happy music, especially Rend Collective’s album, Campfire Christmas!!! LOVE IT ALL!

Each year, we make a big deal of CHRISTmas and each year we gather our advent candles, our advent ornaments, hide a STAR each night, and huddle around an advent book as a family.

And this year, we have a brand new one–one we’ve never done and one that mama just cracked open a week ago when it arrived in that brown smile box! I seriously cannot wait to read it with our littles, and I can’t wait to share it with you!

So what book am I giving away? 

I am giving away TWO copies of Advent StoryBook: 24 Stories to Share Before Christmas by Antoine Schneider.

And why am I giving away this book?

It’s a beautiful collection of stories that a Mother Bear is sharing with her Benjamin Bear as he eagerly awaits Christmas. Each night, upon opening an advent door on his calendar, Benjamin listens to a story about another bear who is on his way to Bethlehem. Along the way, Benjamin learns important lessons, encounters adventures, and experiences kindness and miracles as he follows the shining star to the Christ Child!

The stories are short, sweet, and packed with Truth for little ears who are learning and growing in their understanding of Christ and Christmas!

Oh, and the author and illustrator were born and currently reside in Europe, which is always a bonus as we seek to read literature from ALL kinds of authors in

So what are a few of my favorite line(s) from this book? 

Since I refuse to read it without my little bears, I’ll read the line that caught my attention as I quickly leafed through the book.

When Mother Bear finished the story, Benjamin pointed to the star. “Look at it shine!” he said happily. 

“Yes,” said Mother. “Remember that God is with you night and day to show you the way!”

So how can you win a copy of this book? 

In the comment section below, share your favorite Christmas tradition, and I’ll choose two, random winners on Wednesday at 10AM (EST) to win a copy of this wonderful book!