10 books that really have changed my life (with links!)
This isn’t a list of “best Christian books” but these are the books that have actually changed the trajectory of my life in the past 27 years. I can look back and go, “Ah yes, this part of my life, this direction, this understanding, this passion, it’s because of reading that book. If you want to grow with God this year, try a few of these!
- Disciplines of a Beautiful Woman by Anne Ortland. Again, not saying this is the best book ever, but I read it at 18 and it marked me forever. This is the book that got me started reading through the Bible each year.
- The Practice of the Presence of God by Brother Lawrence. I can still remember reading this book as a college student, in the passenger seat while my mom drove around running errands, and it was like the heavens opened. This was the first taste I had of living the sacred mundane…
- The Pursuit of God by AW Tozer. Probably the most impacting book I’ve ever read. Again, his chapter on the Sacrament of Living solidified my view of eliminating false sacred/secular dualities in life. His chapter on the Blessedness of Possessing Nothing has come back to my heart in application over and over again.
- Humility by Andrew Murray. Probably the 2nd most impactful, I’ve read and re-read this short little gem because heaven knows I need it. Mind-blowing truth: Humility is the soil out of which every other virtue grows. đ
- Screwtape Letters by CS Lewis. It’s a toss-up between this one and Mere Christianity but I’d say Screwtape wins because it’s has the most actual impact, opening my eyes to the invisible ways the enemy works–how subtle pride and self-promotion can be. Love love LOVE this book.
- Battling Unbelief by John Piper. This seems like it’s one of his lesser-known books but it’s the one that changed my life. His dissection of pride and exposure of self-pity for what it really is, is brilliant.
- The Hole in our Gospel by Richard Stearns. Again, I can’t vouch for how amazing the actual book is, but this was the turning point in our life, away from me-focused cultural Christianity toward actually wanting to follow Jesus.
- The Heavenly Man by Brother Yun. I don’t even know what to say about this one. One reviewer wrote: “You might begin this book sitting down, but you will finish it on your knees.” That about sums it up.
- Rees Howells, Intercessor by Norman Grubb. The book that made me hungry to pray. Unbelievable testimonies about God’s work through prayer. I need to read it again!
- Unoffendable by Brant Hansen. The rest of the books focus more vertically, between us and God — this one focuses on how the reality of our relationship with God impacts every horizantal relationship with others. Absolutely life-changing. Impacts every area of life, and truly offers a life-changing shift that makes all of life better.
How about you? What books have changed the trajectory of your life?
6 habits that have made a difference in my life
The other night we sat up with the teens and talked through some questions. I asked:
- What’s working in your life that you want to continue?
- Where’s an area that’s not where you’d like it to be, where you hope to move forward, take ground–and what would that look like?
It’s been six years since I’ve considered any sort of New Year’s goals sort of things. I wrote this about habits six years ago. Six years ago was the last time the world felt normal to me.
Since that it’s been a blur of world shutting-down, having a baby at 40, mom passing away, moving into a travel-trailer, dad getting cancer diagnosis, building a house, moving into the house, dad passing away, settling his estate situations, son graduating, and adopting a baby(!).
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But although it’s been a bit of survival around here, one awesome thing is that it’s allowed me to see the fruit of those years of habit-building.
Those years of habits carried us through the crazy.
God, by His grace, worked habits into our lives that enabled us to stay intact. And I am so so grateful.
So here’s the 2025 version, a bit updated:
6 habits that have made a difference in my life:
1. Read Scripture
“Without God’s Word as a lens the world warps.” -Ann Voskamp
I’m just about to start my 28th time reading through the Bible, and it still is THE most life-changing habit, hands down. Just 4 chapters a day: 3 OT & 1 NT, takes about 15-20 minutes/day. Impossible to overstate how much this has impacted my life.
Sample goal: Read 1 chapter a day and complete the NT this year.
2. Walk
“Everyday, I walk myself into a state of well-being & walk away from every illness.” -Soren Kierkegaard
Every single day, I go for a walk and it is life to my soul. No music, no podcasts. Just nature and God and movement and fresh air and the sacred opportunity to think deeply and pray. Try it!
Sample goal: Take a 30-minute silent walk outside each day.
3. Eat Protein
About 13 years ago I began focusing in on adequate protein and it’s made such a stabilizing difference in my life! I don’t actually track but I mentally aim for 100 grams a day.
Sample goal: Eat one high-protein food first at each meal
4. Pursue Simplicity
This could take a lot of forms, but for me it’s just a habit, a discipline, of trying to intentionally live on less. Rarely eating out, limiting purchases, decluttering. I know everyone’s different, but I’ve come to realize that too much is a major mental stressor for me. Too much visual clutter, too many choices, too much stuff. Attempting to keep things simple!
Sample goal: Pick one area/item and try to drastically reduce how much you have.
5. Give
Again, this differs for each person, but I also find that the quickest path to joy is usually to give away or do something for others. I sometimes get sucked into discontent and the quickest way to break its back is to go on the offense with a counter-attack of generosity.
Sample goal: Pick a charity or cause you love and commit to a monthly gift (on auto-pay so you can’t forget!)
6. Avoid the Experience Blocker
In The Anxious Generation Jonathan Haidt calls phones “experience blockers.” I love that. Of course phones are helpful, I personally love social media (helps me keep up with you!), mobile check deposits (hello no more trips to the bank!), my Amazon prime app (overnight delivery to my home in Timbuktu!). And for humor? Nothing better than some reels and memes saved up to share with the kids each night. In the 80s we had sitcoms but iamjonathanpeter is so much better.
But it’s just SO EASY to pick it up, it does put us in danger of missing out on so much else of life. Jeff and I don’t take our phones into our room. This is one small way we keep screens from taking over. It could be screen-free Sunday, or limited screen-hours, or deleting all time-sucking apps. I recently read a great post (on my phone đ that had 50 things to do instead of looking at your phone. They were written for a guy but they’d apply to anyone:
One thing I love about my big kids is that they are fascinated by life. They delight in things. Nothing is beneath them. They aren’t bored. They aren’t trying to keep up on whatever the latest trend is. Not saying they’re perfect, but I love that they are interesting. They read. They create. They go outside a lot. They engage with people, kids and adults alike.They like life. I love that. I feel like phones dull us a bit. Engaging in the real world sharpens our senses and helps us delight in the world around us.
This leads me to the things I want to grow in this year. For me, I’ve let several life-giving habits slip by the wayside during these six years of surivival. So I’m resolving to:
- Read a good book every day
- Play guitar every day
- Write once a week
Nothing too lofty or earth-shattering but these are the lost habits that have helped my soul, and I’m praying God gives me the grace to get them back in my life.
How about you? What habits have been most helpful to you? And which ones are you hoping to add, for the health of your soul?
{Thanks for reading.}
Ages & Stages: The 10 parenting books that’ve proved most helpful for me
Recently a friend with two littles asked for parenting book recommendations. I drew an absolute blank which made me realize I should probably brush up my book-recommendation skills! Also, with Dutch now 18 and graduated, I find myself reflecting a lot, on things I’m grateful we did, things we could have done differently.
My hesitation in recommending parenting books is that I never want to reinforce this idea that it’s somehow formulaic. As if you just do the right things and add the right ingredients on some parental assembly line, and voila! out pops a happy, successful kid. Or that it all rides on us somehow. God is SO gracious. On-our-knees prayer, humility, depending deeply on God, by His Spirit, in His Word, connected in His Body, is the only “must have” in my opinion. But over the last 18 years, these are the books that have helpful for me at each stage. Some of them are controversial. I get that. You may hate some of them. That’s ok too! Just sharing what’s been helpful for us. đ
1. The Growing Kids God’s Way series (videos are on YouTube) and Babywise, Toddlerwise, Childwise, Teenwise books: I know these are controversial because they involve sleep training. Some people hate them. That’s fine. I didn’t employ everything in them, but I did find sleep training helpful for my babies, and definitely found helpful the idea of building the Moral Storehouse, understanding Ages and Stages, and the overarching idea that we train our children because we want them to be a BLESSING to this world. They were super helpful for me!
2. Simplicity Parenting: Oh man this was a LIFE-CHANGER for me. This presents the idea that Quirk + Stress = Disorder. Not that all disorders can be “cured” by reducing stress, but the author explores the often undetected stress of TOO MUCH. By drastically simplifying a child’s life and environment (fewer choices, calmer days, fewer activities), we give them back the beauty of a simple childhood. This book also helped me determine our schedule based on balancing C (calm) and A (active) days. Can’t recommend it enough!
3. For the Children’s Sake: Oh I love this book! This is a book about education, drawing upon Charlotte Mason’s philosophy, that’s applicable to any educational setting. I’ve read it several times, but it’s been awhile (need to read it again!), but I love the emphasis of honoring children as individual persons, and teaching them primarily to pay attention, develop healthy habits, think critically and deeply, and care for others. I think every human should read this book!
4. To Train up a Child: Here’s another super controversial one, but I have to mention it because I still think it has some gems of wisdom in it. I LOVE the chapters on parental anger and the disciplining out of frustration (so good!) and tying heart strings with our children. I read this when D&H were very little, and it hugely impacted my perspective. Tying heart strings is something I still think of all the time.
5. Boys should be Boys: It’s been ages since I read this but I remember loving it because of the emphasis on encouraging boys to be outdoors and to take risks. Especially now that I’m reading The Anxious Generation I am so grateful I read this book way back when Dutch was little. So helpful!
6. The Anxious Generation: I’m not done with this yet but I’m already feeling like it’s becoming a must-read for navigating the online world with kids.
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7. The Sex Talk You Never Had. Making a BIG jump here into mid-teen years with this recommendation. While we’ve had lots of “talks” (not just one) over the years with our kids, when Heidi was turning 15 I found myself realizing we had some gaps in this area. I LOVE this book. I highly recommend this one for teen girls (or boys) who are of dating age.
8. Captivating: Again, this would be for mid-age teen girls. Heidi read it right before she turned 16. I read this book in seminary, but now it’s re-released with updated content, and Heidi LOVED IT. Super helpful related to godly femininity.
9. Fathered By God and 10. The Young Men We Need: The guy versions of the above book. đ I haven’t read the entire thing of these, but Jeff and Dutch have and recommend!
How about you? Feel free to share any parenting books that have born good fruit in your children’s lives! Thank you!
Love puts up
{From April 2013. Had to share in honor of Friday’s marriage conference!}
“Love … puts up.”
-1 Corinthians 13
I flipped open the laptop–there on the keyboard lay the photo.
I shook my head and smiled, a little surprised at the emotion welling up in my eyes. It’s been 12 years of passing that thing back and forth, sneaking it into unexpected places for the other to find. Both book lovers, we had perused the small used book store at the beach as newlyweds, sorting through dusty titles, searching for some hidden literary gem. I don’t remember what we bought, but when we got it home, tucked within the pages was this polaroid picture.
Now it’s been tucked into places more times than I can count. It’s spoken a thousand words. We’ve tucked it in at times to say, “I’m sorry.” At times it means, “Just thinking of you.” And at times it means so much more. But whenever I see this photo it’s like another stitch, like pulling that thread taut and tugging so slightly, so all the stitches tighten. This picture reminds me of all the stitches over the years and pulls them tighter together.
And now, you’re away. This afternoon you drove off, and Heidi waved her little arm until we couldn’t see you anymore, and I felt silly for feeling so sad. It’s only a week, after all. But suddenly I remembered yesterday, how I had sighed (the classic victim-SAHM sigh) as I sorted through your middle pile. How I eyed you accusingly when you shelled pistachios right after I’d cleaned the counters. How I only half-listened this morning when you shared your idea with me. (How could I forget how much courage it takes to speak dreams out loud?) I remembered  how you let me eat your french fries today and how you met us for a picnic when I’m sure you had more pressing things to do. And I remembered how you worked all afternoon fixing the lawn mower, and surprised me with Peet’s coffee for my trip this weekend. Then I remembered how I gave you the stink eye when you ate the last of the caramel corn.
How I left today without even doing your laundry. And how you said no big deal and cheerfully dug through the dirty clothes to find enough socks to wash and take on your trip.
Why do I love so pathetically?
I stared off, sad for all the ways I haven’t loved you more. But then, this picture somehow centered me. It always does.
Because you put it there and it tells me, all over again, that love covers a multitude of sins.
It is us, in so many ways. The faux wood panelling is hideous, of course, and I love it. The artwork is off-centered, and not in an artistic way. The purple and red pillows are delightfully strange, but the faces are the best.
He is Just. So. Happy.
His hand is on her thigh, his tie is huge, and he’s just grinning from ear to ear.
She, well, she’s half-smiling, but really thinking of what to make for dinner.
I am this woman, except I have better hair.
She’s putting up with the picture-taking (and him?) even though she’d rather be checking some ridiculous item off her list.
He’s just happy with his hand on her leg. The End.
He puts up with her half-smile just as she puts up with his beam.Â
And that’s the beauty of it: Love puts up.
Because not all romance is wild passion all the time. Because I put up with your stuff and you put up with mine. And because even though this couple isn’t running barefoot down a beach, their love is compelling to me. Because that’s just it: Love puts up. Because at different times last week each of us wanted to pack up and quit this ministry life. And both times the other one of us simply put up. Listened. Waited. Stayed quiet. Prayed. And both times we came around.
Because real love is so different than it is on TV. So much better. Because even the “putting up” part is good. It’s the time walking together in the valleys.
It’s the spaces in between the milestones, where you just keep holding hands and holding on.
Kind of like this:
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesnât want what it doesnât have.
Love doesnât strut,
Doesnât have a swelled head,
Doesnât force itself on others,
Isnât always âme first,â
Doesnât fly off the handle,
Doesnât keep score of the sins of others,
Doesnât revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end. (1 Corinthians 13:3-7 MSG)
Thanks for putting up with me, my love. I really am sorry about the laundry.
{Thanks, all, for reading.}
*Originally shared April 2013.
Because I don't want to be two trains …
{Originally posted June 2013}
This picture was taken 10 years ago today. (Um…. Could Jeff be any happier?!)
Neither of us cared much about a fancy wedding, so the flowers were fake, from Joann’s fabric, and the dress was borrowed from a friend. We married at my parents’ house–on a 95-degree day–and were surprised when we got to the cake-cutting part and discovered a three-tier wedding cake. Apparently someone made one for us because we had just planned on Costco sheet cakes. Surprise!
That’s kind of been the story of our life: Surprise!
We drove off into the distance, hootin’ and hollarin’ and thanking God we got to leave alone! We had waited for our wedding day to even kiss each other (Seriously.) All we really wanted was each other, so once the formalities ended we bolted for the honeymoon–17 days in Hawaii (!) thanks to my generous parents.
We had a blast. Everywhere we went people kept telling us to stop kissing. We did everything together, wondering why on earth people wanted to have “Girls’ night out” or “Guys night out.” Why would anyone want to be away from their spouse, ever??? We threw ourselves into the busy ministry life, ate ice cream together way too often and played card-games on the kitchen floor late at night, always dreaming big for our life ahead, together.
We were, in every way, ONE.
Shortly after our wedding, we attended a funeral together. I have no idea who died. A friend of a friend of a friend, perhaps? I don’t even remember why we were there. But the guy who died, whoever he was, was a big deal. Maybe in politics or something? I can’t remember. But he was a big deal, and she was a big deal, and a lot of people were there because they were a big deal.
And when it came time for the wife to speak, she talked about how they each had own life. He had his life and she had his, but that it was good, their marriage like that was good. She said,
“We were two trains running on parallel tracks.”
Everyone nodded and smiled, as if in agreement about the beauty of two trains running on parallel tracks.
After the funeral Jeff and I made our way to the car. Once inside, we looked at each other. Jeff’s spoke my thoughts:
“Babe, I don’t want to be two trains running on parallel tracks.”
Those simple words have haunted me ever since. At that point, it was easy to be one. We did everything together, just us, fun crazy stuff, making memories and laughing all the way:
We traveled to Israel, swam in the Dead Sea …
…and rode camels together, holding on for dear life.
And then we really held on for dear life, because after visiting some friends in Boston we …
…(SURPRISE!) had a baby!
And everything changed.
I remember this night, when Dutch was six months old. It was our first “night out” together, just us, at a wedding at Steve Ballmer’s house in Washington (Thanks, Jeremy & Mari). We had just moved in with my parents, left our jobs, and were finishing seminary. So many things had been stripped away. And that night we danced on the boat dock, laughed ourselves silly, and finally awoke from the fog of 2am feedings and dirty diapers. We adored our son but this was good … and the time together was that much sweeter, because we’d walked through some struggle, together.
And at Mom and Dad’s, I’m smiling here but didn’t smile much in those days. Despite my wonderful parents I was so down, so often. Hard, long days with a baby, and no car or phone and Jeff was gone a lot and we with no money and no job and no idea how on earth the future would work out. I smiled here, but so often I cried. But he held me fast and one day came home and said, “I bought you a little something. For $13, I bought www.karipatterson.com.” And my darkness found light, and my thoughts found words, and this little blog began and my soul found space to breathe.
And then, “Surprise!” Heidi came. And I had wept because what would happen? And we needed an income and health insurance and where would we live? And one by one God provided everything–the job, a temporary home, and–crazy miracle–the “coincidence” of double-coverage for a 2-week period: Right when she was born. And we laughed ourselves silly at His provision and then five days later I cried myself to sleep as the house that we were renting sold and it meant packing up these babies and moving (again!) and where would we go? And we sat that night at Carl’s Jr. (don’t ask me why) and ate french fries and wrote down on a napkin, “We trust God.” And we wrote the date and carried that napkin everywhere, just to remind us. That no matter what: We trust God.
And we walked that rocky shore, both kids in tow, and smiled at the future. He’d be in it.
And He did come through, again. Those generous Dombrows opened their home, and then the apartment, and then the “dream home.” And we moved in and life was perfect and we were living the dream. And Kimberly Stone took these family photos and it was the one strangely quiet time of our life–like the calm before the storm.
Then I wore the cap and gown, then he wore the cap and gown, and we donned our hoods and finally ended the long trudge through seminary–us both tired but glad we did it.
And then, things got crazy again. The Hole In Our Gospel turned our world upside down nothing looked the same and my dream life wasn’t dreamy anymore. But in that wild ride He changed us and gave us unity and strength, and we met up with World Vision and that trip up there, to Seattle–it was for the best thing for us. Reminding us we were one, together, not two trains but ONE.
And we started pursuing a simpler life. We moved to our dumpy rental on Hazelhurst Lane, picked berries and quit keeping up with the Jones’s, whoever they were.
And then this year we took another flying leap of faith, planting RENEW Church, welcoming our housemate, and moving (our 13th time in 10 years!). And it was hard and good and I was writing e-books and working on the real book, and speaking and traveling and life was just so full. And you planned the special trip, just us, to the Church-Planting conference, and when we arrived at the airport at midnight and we’d missed the hotel shuttle so — surprise! — they sent us a limo instead. We sat in the green light in the back of the limo, reminded again we don’t want to be two trains.
But honestly … it’s hard.
We’ve jam-packed a lot into ten years–13 moves, 8 combined years of seminary, 4 different church ministry jobs, church-planting, two kids, blogging, book-writing, speaking, traveling … we sat down just a few days ago, a bit of painful reflection as we realize:
It’s all too easy to be two trains, running on parallel tracks.
Life is so full and we serve and love and answer the phone and meet the needs and run the errands and fix whatever’s broken this time on the house. And if there is one nugget of truth we’ve gleaned from these ten years it’s this:
It’s a lot easier to just be two trains than it is to truly be one.
It’s easier to just be partners. Have a business relationship. Serve each other and raise the kids and get the job done, but marriage isn’t a picture of a business partnership —
It’s a picture of crazy romance and unparalleled love. The love of the Son for His bride, the church.
And so together, today, we’re committing afresh to that love. To turn again to one another. To pursue one another, not just getting stuff done. To laugh more and do a little bit less.
We’re committing to a shorter list of things to do and a longer list of things we’re grateful for.
So, dear reader, thanks for letting me share this–a short history of our 10-year journey of marriage. I am a most imperfect wife loving a most imperfect husband, and we commit afresh today to this thing called marriage–a picture of Jesus’ extravagant love for us.
Perhaps you may commit afresh today too?
And now, would you bless me? Would you share with us the best Marriage Advice you have received? Either from your own experience or that someone has shared with you? We’d LOVE to read your thoughts as we celebrate our anniversary this weekend. THANK YOU SO MUCH for reading! And Happy Anniversary, my Love!
Bill Zyp: Celebration of Life {livestream}
Celebration of life for Bill Zyp will be hosted by Foothills Community Church, 122 Grange St, Molalla, Oregon on Thursday, April 4th, 2 PM. Livestream posted here, which will remain online as recording.Read More
If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?
If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
Now: What if the first was the secret to the second, and the second the secret to the first?
And what if the key to life-change, to breakthrough and transformation and extraordinary growth, is just waiting for you within the ordinary life you already live?
What if itâs been right in front of you all along?
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Karen Zyp: Celebration of Life {livestream}
Hi friends, it has been a whirlwind few weeks. My sweet mama passed away on New Year’s Eve. Here is the livestream link for her Celebration of Life service on Saturday, January 15th at 3pm PST. I’ll write more about her life in the weeks to come.
Karen Elizabeth (Zoet) Zyp passed away December 31st, 2021 in her home, surrounded by her family. She was born March 2, 1945 in Aloha to Howard and Francis Zoet. Two years later her sister Linda was born who would become her lifelong best friend. On December 26th, 1970, she married the love of her life, William (Bill) Zyp of Woodburn. A school teacher, she joyfully and passionately instilled in her students a love for learning, insisting that each child deserved individual attention. Bill & Karen enjoyed 51 years of marriage together, building four homes, traveling, boating, and raising their two children. Karen gave herself wholly and sacrificially to nurturing, teaching, and caring for her kids. A faithful prayer warrior, she enlisted those around her to pray as well, serving as the State Coordinator for Moms in Touch, an organization that mobilizes moms to pray on-site for schools throughout the state. In 2003, Karen was diagnosed with Parkinson’s and so began a long difficult journey. Her husband Bill faithfully and tirelessly cared for her until her dying breath. She is survived by her husband, Bill, sister Linda (& Dan) Hardman, son Kris (& Nikki) Zyp, and daughter Kari (& Jeff) Patterson. As a grandmother she is known as beloved âOmaâ to Dutch, Jennika, Heidi, Korban, Justice, and Benjamin. They all want to express their deepest gratitude for your prayers, presence, and loving support.
Celebration of life hosted by Foothills Community Church in Molalla, Oregon on Saturday, January 15, 3 PM.
Great news! Super-sale on Sacred Mundane AND …
… The day before Thanksgiving we got to hear the sweetest sound, a sound we’ve longed to hear for such a long time:
The sound of our baby’s heartbeat.Â
Yes, I’m sharing now. It’s still early, and I know it’s not “safe” to share. But if I’ve learned one thing from this life — nothing’s safe that’s not committed to Christ, everything’s safe that is.Â
So I share with you, faithful readers who patiently follow my meanderings and ramblings, and ask you to please pray for this sweet child of ours, who even now is being wonderfully knitted together by the Maker, in my womb.
And, this Saturday is my last speaking event, as I’m taking all of 2018 off speaking. It’s been 10 years teaching, exploring the sweet Scriptures with so many of you dear and wonderful women, and I’m so unspeakably grateful …
… but this mama is ready for a season of rest.
So this is our year of jubilee, of sorts. We’re letting the ground lie fallow. Giving ourselves a little more space. And celebrating the goodness of God these last 10 years and shifting gears for new seasons ahead. I’ll still be writing here, of course, so stay tuned, and I may do a weekly podcast so I still have an opportunity to rant and rave about the goodness of God! đ Lord willing, I’ll be back to speaking in 2019.
Lastly, we are SUPER excited to offer you a super-duper SALE on Sacred Mundane, right here, just in time for Christmas. From now through December 18th, while supplies last, we’re offering Sacred Mundane for cheaper than Amazon (or anywhere else! Even cheaper than kindle!) with free shipping! I only have 188 copies left in my garage ;), so when they’re gone they’re gone, but I’d love to get them to you! It’s a great time to snag one for your sister, mom, friends, neighbors.
Below you’ll find the book trailer, if you’d like to share that’d be great! Also, if you have read the book or know others who have: Would you consider writing a review on Amazon? (Even if you bought it elsewhere.) Reviews are a huge blessing to me!
Thank you so much for journeying along with me this year. It’s been hard and good. I hope this book has been and will continue to be a blessing to you. Please consider sharing it this holiday season!
(If links above won’t work for you, simply copy-and-paste either of these links:
https://squareup.com/store/sacred-mundane
https://mkt.com/sacred-mundane
Thank you!)
{Thanks for reading.}
Sacred Mundane: an Invitation to Find Freedom, Purpose, and Joy
This year: homeschool your heart
Hey friends! I’ve been unplugged this week and I apologize for the late notice, but we’re over at Simple Homeschool right now sharing about tending your heart, and offering a Sacred Mundane giveaway! This topic is more certainly applicable to us all, not just homeschoolers, so I hope you’ll check it out! Giveaway ends Sunday morning early, so head on over and leave a comment to win! Thanks for reading.
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Iâve been there more times than I care to admit â looking ahead at the new school year and searching for just the right change: a new book, a new method, a new schedule. If I just change up this or that, maybe itâll be that magic bullet?
Certainly, sometimes a tweak here and there truly helps. But more often than not, you know the one thing that most needs to change?
Me.
Nine times out of ten, the issue isnât the workbook, itâs my mindset. {Read the rest here…}