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52 Books in 52 Weeks, plus a few.

To kick off 2016, My husband and I set a goal to each read 52 books before the end of the year. I thought it sounded impossible, but always loving a good challenge (and always loving to read), I committed. 

What a great journey commenced! We were both surprised to find it was possible not only to meet the goal, but exceed it. I talk a little more about the experience below, but first, here's my list. These are only in the order they were read, not according to preference. The genres ran the gamut, from history, science, and biography, to fiction, art, and law.

2016 Completed Reading List

 

As our book challenge came up in conversation here and there I typically got the same questions and comments. Here are some further thoughts on how it all worked:

"How in the world do you read that much? When do you find the time? I'm way too busy for that."

As a mom of four young, active children who I am with, for the most part, the entire day, I've tried to give a good deal of thought the last couple years to the way I spend my moments in the margin. I've found that spending these spare moments on things that are live-giving and beneficial to my soul has been vital for my well-being, and just a lot more enjoyable! 

As I've mentioned here before, one of the main things to go has been almost all social media. I know that's not appealing to everyone, but for me it has been incredibly freeing. So reading this past year has been one of the pastimes that has filled those quiet spaces.  My husband and I occasionally watched a show or movie together in the evening, but otherwise we did a lot of reading side by side when we weren't working on other things. Additionally, I read for about hour each morning (early early before the children wake up) and I make sure to pause for about 20 minutes every afternoon while the babies are sleeping to sit and read with my coffee or tea.

With four little people surrounding me all day, and lots to do around the house, the primary way I've been able to read so much is through audiobooks* (and New York Magazine says for the brain, audiobooks aren't cheating!) While I'm doing dishes, folding laundry, or taking a long road trip, audiobooks allow for hours of reading that would not otherwise be possible. 

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There is such value in reading. It's a true gift to experience the works of talented authors who have contributed to society throughout history. Not only are we connected with fascinating people and stories from the past, our perspectives are broadened.

When we immerse ourselves in a quality story, we're pushed out of our own bubbles, and our compassion and empathy increase. Stories possess the power to keep giving in our everyday lives even after the pages are closed. 

I've embarked on a new reading journey for 2017 and it only involves one book, but it's a book packed full of history, tragedy, triumph, supernatural love, and redemption.  It's going to be a good reading year.

*Audiobooks have primarily come free through two apps- Overdrive and Hoopla. Both require your library card number to log in, and both have provided me with hours and hours of free audiobooks. Phenomenal! Amazon Prime also offers many of the Classic audiobooks for a couple dollars.

**Perhaps if I get around to it I'll do a post on some of our favorite children's books. Reading aloud together is one of our very favorite pastimes.

*** Book links are affiliate

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Home, A Safe Place

“What is home? My favorite definition is "a safe place," a place where one is free from attack, a place where one experiences secure relationships and affirmation. It's a place where people share and understand each other. Its relationships are nurturing. The people in it do not need to be perfect; instead, they need to be honest, loving, supportive, recognizing a common humanity that makes all of us vulnerable.”

-Gladys Hunt, Honey for a Child's Heart: The Imaginative Use of Books in Family Life

As we reach out to a hurting and broken world, may we cultivate a nurturing and soul-filling home. It's not about decor or the size of your space, but about the kindness and care that fill the walls. May we ask the Lord to bring those into our homes who need to feel His love. And may we readily offer grace and patience to those living within it. 

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NYC: A Tale of Two Cities

A couple weekends ago I pulled a small suitcase through a New York airport terminal headed towards the bus stop.

The little street near the hospital where our first son was born.

The little street near the hospital where our first son was born.

The little street we lived on for 4 years, home to our first son.

The little street we lived on for 4 years, home to our first son.

A couple weekends ago I pulled a small suitcase through a New York airport terminal headed towards the bus stop. It was a surprisingly familiar feeling after two years away from the city. I was thrilled with the chance to meet Kristian for a quick 48 hour trip after he had been there all week for work. 

I dragged my stuff on to the city bus and found a place to stand, leaving "personal space" at the door. There wasn't a soul in sight who looked like me, which would have made me very uncomfortable eight years ago.

But during our years in New York there were many transitions of the heart that had made the uncomfortable natural, and good. I learned that the further I stretched the borders of my comfort zone, the broader the radius became.

The over-stuffed bus bumped along through Queens toward the iconic NYC skyline. As cabs whizzed by from the airport I remembered how tourists and transient residents, myself included, often had an impression of the city based on the best stuff available. Many never see how most of the population really lives, which is drastically different from the quaint scenes of You've Got Mail.

Nonetheless, the idyllic city scenes were available and for the weekend Kristian and I had the chance to enjoy a few.

It can be a gift to revisit pieces of our stories, the geographical narratives of life that have shaped us.

Our five years in NYC were some of the most significant of our marriage. We formed life-long friendships, experienced new cultures, and even brought home our first son. 

One of the most defining parts of this chapter was the way God transformed our perception of the poor and needy.

It began with a need to form our responses for the dozens of homeless people we would pass each day. No longer were we behind locked car doors, but face to face. I watched and learned from my husband who fearlessly and humbly began meeting needs all around him. 

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After the first year we moved into a neighborhood that stretched my comfort zone further than it ever had been. There were many tears. But this was a pivotal piece in our journey and it changed us. 

We gained new perspective, new insight, and new compassion. The girls experiencing hardship who I counseled at a pregnancy center in midtown Manhattan also lived in the projects one block from me. 

We brought our first baby home in snowy January to that tiny apartment. Friends and strangers lived with us the majority of the time. Big life choices were made within those walls.

We lived 20 blocks from New York's wealthiest, and a few blocks from some of the poorest. The disparity was shocking, even when relived everyday on the walk home from work.

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We enjoyed much of the beauty New York had to offer - a picturesque cafe here and there, walks and picnics in Central Park on Saturdays, and that glorious New York pizza. 

I had dreamed of living in NYC since I was 13 and so much about living there was a dream come true. 

But I love the way God takes some of our dreams and lovingly redirects them. 

With time, our goals postured towards the American Dream took on a different shape. We felt free to dream not only for our own family, but on behalf of others. Our clenched fists grasping self-made security started to loosen, and the beauty of relying on God's provision was captivating. 

Our old subway stop.

Our old subway stop.

View from our apartment

View from our apartment

This past weekend as we strolled back through our old neighborhood, memories came like a flood...

The laundry-mat where Kristian washed our clothes for years.

The hill where I slipped in the rain and still have a deep scar to remember it.

The sidewalk where I saw a woman hitting her daughter. I was shaking, but I did little to help.

Now vacated, the delightful Italian restaurant where we found out the gender of our baby over a delicious pasta dish.

The staircase where we interacted with a desperate girl for years who was caught in a drug-filled, abusive relationship. We offered assistance and comfort but it was never received. 

Now vacated, this is the delightful Italian restaurant where we found out the gender of our baby over a delicious pasta dish.

And we also enjoyed the more well-known hot spots, basically eating our way up the island with all sorts of tasty treats. We explored our favorite old streets and even toured the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

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The MET was hosting an incredible French photography exhibit. A roomful of newly recovered images of Paris from the mid-1800's is kind of my dream come true. 

There was one shot in particular that moved me. During this period in Paris, masses of the working poor were forced out of the inner city and into these shanty towns on the city's edge. So while the world saw dazzling development, the more authentic picture was this:

Top of the rue Champlain (View to the Right) (20th arrondissement), 1877–1878 (source)Musée Carnavalet, ParisImage © Charles Marville / Musée Carnavalet / Roger-Viollet

Top of the rue Champlain (View to the Right) (20th arrondissement), 1877–1878 (source)
Musée Carnavalet, Paris
Image © Charles Marville / Musée Carnavalet / Roger-Viollet

"The photograph conveys what one author claimed in 1870, that Paris was in essence two cities 'quite different and hostile: the city of luxury, surrounded, besieged by the city of misery.' ” (source)

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And while I will always love the hypnotizing beauty of New York City, with all the opportunity it offers to many, I can't escape the importance of viewing it through a realistic lens. And I think this is the case with any story. 

The lovely and unlovely alike make up the complete, authentic picture.

I'm grateful for the opportunity to have lived and worked in that beautiful place with its contagious energy.

And I'm thankful for a chapter in our story which is marked by eyes opened to the realities of the city, and consequently the realities of the world.

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