Saturday, January 23, 2021

Books Read in 2019

 After posting my Book Read in 2020 post, I realized I never did a Books Read in 2019.


The Reed of God by Caryll Houselander**


Hard Time by Charles Dickens**


The Great Divorce by CS Lewis (Re-read)**


Made for This: The Catholic Mom's Guide to Birth by Mary Haseltine


The Dean's Watch by Elizabeth Goudge

The Bronze Bow by Elizabeth George Speare


Lion in the Gateway by Mary Renault

Big John's Secret by Eleanore M Jewett (Family Read Aloud)

Saint Louis de Montfort by Mary Fabyan Windeatt


Wit by Margaret Edson**

Rain, Hail, Sleet, and Snow by Nancy Larrick

The Seven Story Mountain by Thomas Merton**

Integrity 2: Raising Your Children


The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins (Family Read Aloud)

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde**

On Fairy Stories by JRR Tolkien**

Leaf by Niggle by JRR Tolkien**


The Return of the Prodigal Son by Henri Nouwen**

**Well Read Mom

Books Read in 2020

 Ah, 2020.  At least I can say I read a lot this past year.


Joy to the World by Scott Hahn

The saints have called this the "marvelous exchange".  God assumed our human nature in order to give us his divine nature (see 2 Peter 1:4). - From p. 151



Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hueston**

They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against crude walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His.  They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God. - From p. 160

Henry V by William Shakespeare

Acts of the Apostles*



For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God.  For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the spirit of sonship.  When we cry, "Abba!  Father!" it is the Spirit himself bearing witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs, heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we ma also be glorified with him. - Romans 8:14-17

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott**

"Have regular hours for work and play, make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well.  Then youth will be delightful, old age will bring few regrets, and life become a beautiful success, in spite of poverty." - Marmee to girls From p. 121

Ember Falls by SD Smith (Audio)

The House on Pooh Corner (Audio)


1 Corinthians*

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.  And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.  If I give away all that I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing. 

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all tings, endures all things.

Love never ends; as for prophesies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.  For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is imperfect; but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away.  When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways.  For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.  Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood.  So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. - 1 Corinthians 13 


The Burgess Bird Book by Thornton Burgess (Family Read Aloud)


Angel of Repose by Wallace Stegner**

One result of throwing away all the maps of human experience and the guides to conduct that a tradition offers, and flying by the seat of your moral and social pants, is that you fly into situations that are absurd or pitiful, depending on how indulgently one looks at them. - From p. 569

Middlemarch by George Eliot (Audio)**

2 Corinthians*





Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. - Philippians 4:8

Mary Poppins by PL Travers (Family Read Aloud)

Song of the Lark by Willa Cathers**

Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness.  The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. - From p. 421


The Ministry of Motherhood by Sally Clarkson (Re-read)

My success in life or in motherhood or as a Christian is not dependent on my being perfect, but on allowing God, in the person of the Holy Spirit, to work through me to accomplish his purposes. - From p. 132


1 Thessalonians*

Gaudy Night by Dorothy Sayers**

2 Thessalonians*

Ludwig Beethoven and the Chiming Tower Bells by Opal Wheeler (Family Read Aloud)

Theology of Home by Carrie Gress

The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home. - Quoting Confucius p. 161

1 Timothy*

2 Timothy*

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee**

"...before I can live with other folks I've got to live with yself.  The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience." - From p. 120




The Golden Goblet by Eloise Jarvis McGraw (Family Read Aloud)

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen


For the Children's Sake by Susan Schaeffer Macaulay (Re-read)

We often combine frustrating skill-learning techniques with sawdust books.  Try instead this other, Christian approach.  Expect high standards, but let them be appropriate to the individual who is progressing at his own rate of development.  Make the lesson a short one, so that inattention does not become a habit.  Follow the "skill lessons" with a varied diet of mind food. - From p. 36

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen** (Re-read)

Antigone by Sophocles**

It wasn't Zeus, not in the least, who made this proclamation -- not to me. Nor did that Justice, dwelling with the gods beneath the earth, ordain such laws for men.  Nor did I think your edict had such force that you, a mere mortal, could override the gods, the great unwritten, unshakeable traditions.  - Lines 499-505


Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi (Family Read Aloud)

I Saw Three Ships by Elizabeth Goudge (Family Read Aloud)

Ember Rising by SD Smith (Audio)

Jayber Crow by Wendell Berry

But the mercy of the world is time.  Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief either. - From p. 296


**Well Read Mom


There's a hashtag floating around the inter-webs lately that I had to jump on the bandwagon.  #teammakeyourbed

Some days are hard. The weight of the world seems to push me down flat and it can be hard for me to put one foot in front of the other.  The very idea of my to-do list that is miles long is daunting.  Homeschooling, housekeeping, errands, taxi can seem like too much.  Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about any of it.  I am extremely blessed to even have the option to stay home and care for my family.  It is my vocation and I take it very seriously.  I also know that it is here, at home, that has the power to change the world.  But the mental block I encounter now and then can seem impossible to get through.

And that's why I make my bed every morning.  If I can coach myself to just go get dressed in the morning, when I come into my bedroom, I know that making my bed will immediately make me feel better.  There is just something about a made bed that lets me know that in this moment, everything is ok.  It's a promise to myself that no matter what happens that day, I will eventually get to come back here and climb under the heavy blanket and close my eyes.  It's an invitation to retreat during the day when I need just a minute to breath.  Sometimes I will have my homemade essential oil linen spray nearby and I will spritz the sheets and pillows as well.  

It's funny how that made bed spills over into the rest of my morning.  It keeps me going.  It makes me look for the beauty and goodness in my day.  After all, my bed is made.  All is well in the world.  

The other morning was a particularly hard one.  After making my bed, I went into the bathroom to put my hair in a not-so-flattering-but-functional ponytail.  Inside the basket where my hairbrush is, I found a little empty satchel.  And I remembered the dried lavender from this summer that was still sitting on my window sill in the kitchen.  I filled the bag, sprinkled a couple of drops of lavender EO to refreshen it, and stuck it in my pajama drawer.  Another promise to myself.

While I was at it, I filled my bedroom and living room diffusers with Peace and Calming.  The hint of rose or whatever it is makes me smile.

Then I refilled my coffee, because there was no way I was going to get through the day without plenty of that.  And while I was there, I decided to shine my sink, Fly Lady style.  So satisfying.  It only stays clean for a little while, but it's nice while it lasts.

We were running a little late to start school, but I decided to let them have a bit longer recess outside so I could have breakfast.  A hungry mommy does not make a good teacher.  While I was at it, I drank a big glass of water and took my vitamins as well.

It was then that I saw the little bible verse my daughter had colored and placed on our hutch. I prayed a small prayer, put my dish away, and started our Morning Time Song.

 It's funny how the small act of making my bed changed my whole morning.