I give the following books the highest praise my home can offer – both my kids and I loved each story.
When I sat down with my laptop after the costuming event I went to in order to edit pictures, I turned to the Chaplain and remarked that I could tell from my face that I’d waited till after the event for photos. I showed him what I meant in a couple of pics – In too many of them, fake smiles, a desperate glint in my eye, and blank looks stared back at me.
I love Mr. Rogers, but if we were having tea together, I would ask him, “Who are the helpers? How do we know they are here to help and not to hurt?” It’s not always black and white, is it?
Cue my book selections for this month.
We’re talking about …. helpers.
Last year, I wrote a couple of posts with books by Native authors for Indigenous People’s Month. This year, I want to share two Native American legends, a true story about a Native woman’s childhood at the turn of the last century, and a book featuring real Indigenous heroes who have accomplished great things throughout history.
For my entire life, I have had a prayer habit. For my entire life, I have also been afraid of God. Not the fear full of awe. The distrustful fear of a person who has been hurt.
The God I was introduced to was never satisfied with me just the way I was. I assumed if I prayed for guidance, that when God answered, it would be with a demand for change on my part. Never mind that when I’ve actually asked for and received guidance, the most clear and meaningful messages I got were those of reassurance and acceptance.
