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Beth Moore's avatar

I was captivated by the bottom of page one! I love biographies but none more than those about individuals who loved Jesus, served Jesus, worshipped Jesus, shared Jesus, amid all the difficulties, disappointments, devastations, temptations, doubts, failures, weaknesses, infirmities and even perhaps the greatest snare of all: the successes. God help me, I want desperately to be one of those kinds of servants, knowing it’ll never happen on accident. I gotta say, I LOVED HIS MOM. :) That part was like stepping up to a fountain of sparkling lemonade in the Sahara for this parched woman.

I appreciate the specific question you’ve asked us, Scot. I’ve often thought how purposeful God was in my life to allow me to be raised in a small Arkansas town where all my people are from then, in the middle of high school, moving my family to Houston, Texas and entering a high school with 4600 kids in it. Stayed in the big city for the next decades and raised my kids in huge 5A schools and then moved to the country right outside Houston where we’ve been for the last 9 years. The neck-deep immersion in two different worlds and cultures has been priceless to me. God, in His kindness and grace, saw to it that I could adapt easily to either environment in ministering.

I have loved every syllable of the book so far and look tremendously forward to discussing it with this group! Peterson was such a unique person but his struggles, family challenges and losses call us each into the common ground where humans wrestle with angels and walk away wounded.

Thank you for leading this, Scot!

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Terri Fullerton's avatar

I greatly appreciate his connection to the sacred place of geography and beauty in creation. This was formative for me in that I felt God’s presence in a cathedral of trees in the winter in upstate NY. As a child I recall the relief that came— even after deeply harsh winters the trees that looked dead and brittle, would still grow buds. Little emerald leaves would always emerge. Bulbs buried beneath the frozen snow would emerge, almost as acts of resistance. God snagged my heart with beauty and wonder at a time when I desperately needed it.

Thank you for the book recommendation and space to share thoughts and read what stirs others.

When I read about his mother, I couldn’t help but feel like inside my heart I was high-giving her.

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