Today if the fourth Sunday of Advent: Love.
Today is the third Sunday of Advent: Joy.
Today is the second Sunday of Advent: Peace.
Today is the first Sunday of Advent: Hope
It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Or so the song claims. I tend to agree, but also know that such expectation can often leave us wanting more. The wonder and magic of the season can get lost amid the running around, the shopping, the parties, the traveling. Not to mention wrestling with emotional disappointments, family drama, and personal loss. With so much riding on this season it is easy to let it drag us down when it seems like it should pick us up.
Today I’m making an exception to the books I usually review. When a friend publishes a book, I always jump at the chance to help promote it. But when a friend publishes a book so poignant as this one, I have to share that book with everyone.
Amanda Dykes’ debut novel, Whose Waves These Are, is an emotional tale of love, loss, and family. When her great uncle Bob experiences life-threatening injuries, Annie Bliss returns to Ansel-by-the-Sea for the first time since she was ten years old. She finds Bob has left her a puzzle to solve, one that links to a past full of heartache and rending.
Curiosity killed the cat, the saying goes. Sylvia Miller’s curiosity might just destroy her family. When she peeks in her dad’s tinderbox, she unlocks a secret he has harbored for twenty years. The Tinderbox, by Beverly Lewis, returns readers to Lancaster county and the tightknit Amish community of Hickory Hollow.
Here on the edges of Lake Michigan, it seemed forever before the brown of spring gave way to the green of summer. Mortimer the Mouse, felt the same way, too. He longed for green, but was surrounded by so much brown. In Mortimer’s First Garden, by Karma Wilson, Mortimer learns that if he plants his last sunflower seed, it just might grow some green.