Facing the metaphorical empty nest, Beth Moore writes, "The first morning I awakened to a house with no children, my home was quiet, but to my surprise it wasn't empty. Suddenly it felt full. Full of memories. Full of anticipation. Full of love that can somehow go with them to college and beyond, yet stay back home with us. A love that has a name. Jesus
." From here, Moore reflects upon all those memories, or feathers, from her nest, showing readers how a smattering of humor and a heavy dose of faith in Jesus helped to shape and guide her mothering. At times the mood is jovial, as she recalls the divine patience it takes to negotiate who rides in the front seat during the after-school carpool. At other times, her tone is tearjerking, as in the time she discovers a wadded tissue in her daughter's bed weeks after she'd left for college. "I had no idea how long it had been there, but I knew instinctively what it meant," writes Moore. "She had been crying ...I held the Kleenex in my hand and wondered what had broken her tender heart." Written as a series of heartfelt vignettes, this sentimental and highly personal book speaks to the lasting gifts of motherhood and why it helps to raise a family within the context of Christian faith. --Gail Hudson
"Beth Moore's delivery of her family stories is friendly and personal; listening to it is very much like listening to an old friend. Her vocabulary is accessible--at times casual, or even clichéd--and her stories will strike chords in listeners. The shift to children's stories is a bit of a surprise--no transition is provided--but Moore dramatizes them well, taking on different voices for the different animals. The lessons drawn from her family make sense but would benefit from more explanation. Moore is good when explaining how hard it is to accept some elements of her faith-based life, but more explanation of her certainty would support her confident tones well."
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