Yesterday morning I began reading Winter Is Not Forever by Janette Oke. Yesterday evening I finished it. This says several things:
1. I didn't get much accomplished yesterday.
2. It wasn't challenging reading.
3. I couldn't put it down.
I laughed. I cried. I got really ticked off. I was inspired. And a particular truth about God that I especially needed was given me. She's a great writer with something like 50 novels out there. They are mostly historical fiction, which is for lack of a better word-my bag, Baby. Try one out.
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