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Max Lucado - One of my favorite authors!  His voice carries you into the presence of God.  He has a rare grasp of God's Grace.  

 Ann Vokamp - I received her calendar as a gift and it is awesome! Yes, I mean fearfully wonderful!  She has tasted and seen the goodness of the Lord and shares it with the world.  Her book One Thousand Gifts needs to be on your "Must Read List".  I am also enjoying her blog, I hope you do too: Ann's blog

 Beth Moore - She pulls, pushes, stretches and downright forces you to grow!  If you've done one of her Bible studies, then you've chewed on the Word of God and savored every bite.  (Just an FYI- the first Bible study I ever did was her "A Woman's Heart: God's Dwelling Place" a study of the Old Testament Tabernacle.)  

Andy Stanley - been blessed to sit under his teaching at the past few Catalyst West conferences and all I can say is wow!  Leader to leaders he presses us upward into the knowledge of God! I encourage you to be encouraged!
Praise-and-Worship - A wonderful gathering place where worshippers bring a vareity of gifts before the King of Kings.  Take some time there, be challenged to worship in fresh ways.

Victorious Heart - Kim Peacock -- Hope for parents who are grieving! A faith-filled, victorious journey through grief. A must read for parent walking through the loss of a child.

My Utmost for His Highest - Oswald Chambers -- This book is life changing! It will challenge you to be who God intended you to be.

A Love Worth Giving - Max Lucado -- My favorite author!  His words are so vivid the not only come to life, they call you in...

 Jesus Calling - Sarah Young -- A life changing devotional.  What happens when you dare to spend some of your prayer time not just giving God a laundry list of needs, but sit quietly instead to hear what He has to say?  I challenge you to find out!

I AM in Africa - Therese Noah -- Chronicles her experience in Sudan - the battle between Good and evil and the victory through the miraculous Power of Our God who still speaks, guides and delivers.

Dancing to Freedom - Robin Gulley -- An interactive devotional that uses movement to express the soul's voice. The goal - freedom. The path - dance.

Prophetic Words

Revelation Stone - have you ever stood beneath a waterfall and tried to take a sip? well, neither had i, until that day. until the downpour came so fast and so intensely that i had to get out in the middle of it. had to stand beneath it just trying to take it all in, worried i wouldn't catch it all. there, face to the sky, arms wide, catching a revelation.

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  1. ParkarMay 27, 2013 at 1:09 AM

    I love you Auntie! You so inspire me and God's grace truly does pour out of you! Not into one neat little glass, but spilling and leaking through the cracks and brokenness to everyone around you. It's beautiful to be broken when we are the Children of God!
    ~P

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