What I'm Reading: September

“No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I have always loved to read, some people love it others hate it. Me, I have always enjoyed a good book. When I was younger I mostly read novels, you know those kinds of books you can just escape life in? Those are the good ones, the ones you stay up way to late reading because you just can't put them down. Yeah, books like that are great.

However, as I have grown (older I suppose) I began broadening my reading horizons. I have learned how life changing a good biography can be, how spiritually I can grow when reading after a missionary or preacher. So, with that in mind, I want to include in the blog every couple of months what I'm reading.

This biography we are reading together as a family. We started several years ago reading at night together. I highly recommend this practice, as it has been such a blessing to our family. Reading is a great way to unwind in the evening and enjoy quality time together.

This book I checked out from the library, it's a pretty good reference on essential oils, helpful for everyday uses as well as plant background.

This is a biography of sorts written about Isobel Kuhn, missionary to the Lisu people in China. I just finished this book for the second time. It is really just a great read. It's truly amazing to read her story and see not only how God provided for her and her family but how God saved souls and changed lives in China in those days (before the days of Communism).

This book was a life-changer. Seriously. I highly recommend this read for anyone really wanting to serve the Lord, no matter the cost.

"I am no longer anxious about anything, as I realize the Lord is able to carry out His will, and His will is mine. It makes no matter where He places me, or how. That is rather for Him to consider than for me; for in the easiest positions He must give me His grace, and in the most difficult, His grace is sufficient."
Hudson Taylor

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