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#ThursdayThings — Books I’ve Read Recently

September 12, 2019September 12, 2019 bethanygwb

We’ve taken several trips this summer, and one of my favorite things to do on vacations is catch up on good books that have been on my “to read” list! Here are a few of my favorites that I’ve read recently.

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This blog is the overflow of letting the Word of Christ dwell in my everyday moments.

As Paul wrote to the Colossians, “Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God.” (3:16)

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There’s never a quiet moment in my house. I wash dishes while listening to my daughter sing her memory verses. I grade assignments while Daniel Tiger plays in the background. I write this to the soundtrack of my son’s white noise machine broadcasting through the baby monitor. Even when there’s a quiet moment, I often fill it with another podcast or a phone call or the new Taylor Swift album. There is little time for silence in my life.
In a weekend filled with both suffering and celebration, this Resurrection Sunday was a sweet reminder that the empty tomb truly changes everything.
She’s the smartest, most compassionate 3-year-old I know.
My parents recently bought a new house, so I spent several days last week wrapping dishes in newspaper and then unpacking them a few miles down the road. While the house they’re leaving isn’t the home where I grew up, I still felt nostalgia creep in as my fingers touched memories I haven’t seen since they moved out of my childhood home 9 years ago.

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