My friend, fellow blogger, and walking buddy, Renae Brumbaugh, just published her first book, and it’s available for pre-order at Amazon.com.

It’s a compilation of her devotionals about the book of James, and if it’s anything like her current blog about the life of Jesus, I can’t wait to read it! Click HERE to link to Amazon.

It would be a blessing to Renae if you pre-ordered her book!  She’s a fellow Copperas Cov-ite, and a pastor’s wife.  See her blog in my blogroll to the right.

I saw a good review for Baucham’s book at fellow blogger Deb Burton’s site. Her passion is to help families realize that their children are their biggest mission field.  I shared my family mission statement with her, and she was gracious enough to post it to her blog (for all the world to see)! Yikes — that accountability thing!  Since she posted it, and advertised it the day before, I’ll let you see the article and our statement at her website:  Here’s the preview article:  The Greatest Mission Trip You’ll Ever Take.

Here’s the link to our  2009 Mission Statement.  How strange to link to someone else’s blog for our family stuff!  But I do want you to see her wonderful blog and all the resources she provides.  Isn’t it wonderful to belong to the family of believers?  Have you considered a coming up with a family mission statement?

So far we’re doing really well — except for the getting kids to eat fruit daily thing!

She pleaded with God to give her the strength to be better. But apparently, even God was tired of her wishy-washy promises and half-baked schemes to be good. He used to listen when she was little – before this life happened – back when she had hopes and dreams.

No, IT wasn’t supposed to happen again. Deep inside, however, she knew she couldn’t escape the inevitable. This time, the black cloud seemed to envelop her; it clung to her head and squished her heart. This darkness was a tangible thing. She wondered if others could see it. Could they smell it? Did she emanate a kind of flop sweat?

Her loser pheromone attracted the only men she ever knew – the ones who leered, lusted, and left. Her mother was right: No good man would ever want her. None of the good ones ever looked her way anyway. It didn’t matter, the terror was back, and now she had to figure it out again.

Last night had confirmed IT. She heard she could get the test at a dollar store. Great. It would only cost a dollar to find out something that could change her life forever. Sure enough, the two blue lines told her IT had happened again. Her heart died. A random thought blew through her mind – isn’t there a place downtown called “Grace Pregnancy Center?” Would that be a place for someone like her?

Stay tuned.