Book Review: Her Daughter’s Dream

Her Daughter’s Dream by Francine Rivers is the sequel to Her Mother’s Hope, which I reviewed earlier here. Though you could say the main subject of both books is mother-daughter conflict, that statement hardly does the books justice.

In the first book, Marta escapes an abusive father to make a life for herself in America with grit and hard work. When her daughter, Hildemara, is born early, sickly, and frail, Marta’s memories of her fragile sister, Elise, and her untimely end make Marta determined that Hildie will grow up strong. Hildie does survive but views her mother’s tough-love as a lack of love, and she leaves home to pursue a dream she loves that her mother initially hates.

At the opening of Her Daughter’s Dream, Hildie is gravely ill and reluctantly allows her husband to call her mother for help. Hildie’s daughter, Carolyn, has experienced trauma unknown to Hildie, but as Oma Marta comes, Carolyn’s nightmares stop and she bonds with Marta during Hildie’s illness, adding to the rift in their relationship. As Carolyn grows up feeling she will never measure up enough to earn her mother’s approval, she drops out of college with free-spirited roommate Chel to protest the war and experience the counter-culture of the 60s. She comes home a few years later lost, broken, and pregnant. As her mother takes care of her daughter, May Flower Dawn, they bond closely, making Carolyn once again feel left out. But as Dawn grows up, she begins to wonder how all these fractured relationships can be healed and prays and works to that end.

As I said with the first book, you just ache with these people for the mistakes that they make and the pain they experience. I envision each woman with her arms wrapped around herself: Marta’s in fear of loss, Hildie’s in bitterness, Carolyn’s in a self-protective cocoon. But when one’s arms are wrapped around oneself, they are not open to other people or to fully receiving all the Lord has in store. Though each woman has faith in God, during major parts of her life she is not actively trusting Him. This really spoke to me about the dangers of grasping self-protection and the need to let go and trust God for the protection that only He can provide.

I enjoyed how Francine Rivers set each generation and its relationship issues in context in its historical setting. This is a wonderfully written epic story.

Exposing kids to evil

Jesse’s English teacher is requiring his junior students to read six books during the course of the year and write a report on them (and this book-loving mama is cheering!) The genre they needed to choose from this month was a non-fiction book that was not a biography. As we perused our bookshelves and I made recommendations, the book he chose was Spirit of the Rainforest: A Yanomamo Shaman’s Story by Mark Ritchie (my review of the book is here). I forewarned him that the first couple of chapters were very hard to read: the book is written from the shaman’s point of view, and his conferring with his spirits is disconcerting as is the brutal attack of one village on another. But I told him it was recommended by a missionary we knew and trusted and supported and it did get better as you went farther along.

But it had been almost three years since I had read it, and I had forgotten exactly how graphic it was until he shared some parts of the book that disturbed him. As I picked up the book and flipped through it again, I wondered if I had made a mistake letting him read this book and whether he should switch to something else.

I was still pondering that yesterday morning as we drove to school, and I asked him if the book was getting any better. He said yes, and we discussed some of the good aspects, some of the reasons I had recommended the book in the first place — the need the Indians felt within themselves for change, the difference they saw in the lives of others, both white people and other Indians, who believed once the gospel began to be spread. We discussed the presence of evil spirits and how they operate behind the scenes in our culture as well as primitive cultures though they are mostly unrecognized here. We discussed the sickening exploitation of the Indians by others who wanted to prey on them. We even discussed the funny parts, such as how the Indians came up with their names for each other, wondering what names would be attributed to us if we followed their example.

Something we didn’t have time to talk about this morning but I want to bring up soon is what missionaries have to face when they go to such fields — and, really, not just such fields where demonism is open and obvious and rampant, but any area where the gospel is opposed.  The admission that “we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places” in Ephesians 6 is immediately followed by the admonition “Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand” (verses 12-13). I want to discuss how that truth is not just for missionaries; it is for all of us.

I shared with him a familiar verse from A Mighty Fortress Is Our God which stood out in bold relief to me as we sang it in church Sunday:

And though this world with devils filled
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God has willed
His truth to triumph through us.

Though, if I had it to do over again I probably would not have recommended this book yet, I am glad that his exposure to some of these things came from a book headed in the right direction such as this one and that we could discuss these issues.

I don’t think we have to wonder how and when to expose our children to the darker side of life. I think somehow it breaks out upon their awareness all too soon — a news report, an awful happening in the community, something that comes up in a TV show that we’re not expecting. I wish we could keep them innocently sheltered in the Hundred Acre Woods much longer, but unfortunately that is not real life.

Sometimes the weight of the evil in the world is so heavy and oppressing. I cannot fathom how Christ bore it all on the cross.

And we have to be careful not to just lament what we think of as excessive evil “out there” while we excuse what we think of as our relatively minor sins. Some of the things the Bible says the Lord hates are pride, lying, wicked imaginations; envy, strife, and divisions are what the Bible calls carnal. Those added to that weight of evil Christ bore as well.

“If thou, LORD, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?” the Psalmist asks in Psalm 130:3. Thank God he answers, “But there is forgiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared.” And “thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ” (I Corinthians 15:57). “Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world” (I John 4:4).

What’s On Your Nightstand: September

What's On Your NightstandThe folks at 5 Minutes For Books host What’s On Your Nightstand? the fourth Tuesday of each month in which we can share about the books we have been reading and/or plan to read. You can learn more about it by clicking the link or the button.

Wow, I can’t believe I forgot this again until I saw it at Janet’s!

Here’s what I have finished since last time:

Emma by Jane Austen, reviewed here. A charming, beautiful, rich young woman tries her hand at matchmaking with dismal results — you could say that is the basic plot line, but the book is so much richer than that. Though I have seen it referred to as a comedy, I found much depth in Emma’s maturing. And her dear friend and sharpest critic, Mr. Knightly, lives up to his name as the quintessential English gentleman.

The Unfinished Gift and The Homecoming by Dan Walsh, reviewed here. The first book tells how a death, a war, a grandson, and a box of old letters bring an estranged father and son together; the second continues the story of their family, focusing on the son’s adjusting to life after the death of his wife and the journey of faith of the young woman he hires to be his son’s nanny. Both were great reads.

A Distant Melody by Sarah Sundin was reviewed here with the above two as they are all set in the WWII era and I read them one after the other. This was a delightful book of an ordinary, flawed couple who have various relationship problems when they meet (he can’t talk to girls, she is expected to marry a man her parents approve of but whom she does not love). They keep in contact with each other despite a series of misunderstandings and wartime complications.

Hoping for Something Better: Refusing to Settle for Life as Usual, a Bible study through the book of Hebrews by Nancy Guthrie, reviewed here. I cannot recommend this one highly enough. Excellent.

The Pirate Queen by Patricia Hickman, a story of “finding treasure in unexpected places,” reviewed here. On the very day a woman packs to leave her philandering husband, he comes home to announce he is dying and wants them to go to their coastal home for treatment, where she finds herself in a series of unexpected and difficult circumstances. I enjoyed her journey and her discoveries.

Her Mother’s Hope by Francine Rivers, reviewed here. A mother’s tough-love attempts to raise her daughter to be strong are understood by the daughter as a lack of love, and their relationship problems affect future generations. Epic story against the backdrop of two world wars. Enjoyed it very much.

The Note by Angela Hunt, reviewed here. A short note of love and forgiveness washes up on the Florida coast after a terrible plane crash, and a newspaper columnist seeks for its intended recipient while being unexpectedly affected by its message herself. Loved it!

I am currently reading and almost finished with Her Daughter’s Dream by Francine Rivers, the sequel to Her Mother’s Hope, and am still working on Faithful Women and Their Extraordinary God by Noel Piper. I got bogged down with that one and need to move it to the forefront and finish it.

Next I want to start one of the non-fiction books from my fall reading goals, either Start Somewhere: Losing What’s Weighing You Down from the Inside Out by Calvin Nowell and Gayla Zoz or I’m Outnumbered!: One Mom’s Lessons in the Lively Art of Raising Boys by Laura Lee Groves. I think next up after one of those will be Same Kind of Different as Me by Ron Hall, Denver Moore, and Lynn Vincent or The Thorn by Beverly Lewis.

Happy Reading!

The Week In Words

Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us, attributing it to its source, which can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

Here are some that caught my eye this week:

This was from a comment bekah made on Janet‘s Week In Words post from last week:

Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead. C. S. Lewis. Mere Christianity

I think of this as not just the physical resurrection when our bodies die, but the resurrection power and newness of life that can only come in conjunction with dying to self. We tend to like and want the resurrection part but dread the death that has to precede it, yet there is no resurrection without death.

From Diane:

It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men. Frederick Douglass (1818-1895)

From Quill Cottage:

A stiff apology is a second insult…. The injured party does not want to be compensated because he has been wronged; he wants to be healed because he has been hurt. — G.K. Chesterton

From a friend’s Facebook:

“The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.” – Dorothy Nevill

From another friend’s Facebook:

My hope lives not because I am not a sinner, but because I am a sinner for whom Christ died; my trust is not that I am holy, but that being unholy, He is my righteousness. My faith rests not upon what I am or shall be or feel or know, but in what Christ is, in what He has done and in what He is now doing for me. Hallelujah! –Charles Spurgeon

Hallelujah, indeed, and amen!

And finally, from today’s reading of Our Daily Walk by F. B. Meyer, this is commenting on John 10:41 and 42, which says, “Many resorted unto Him, and said, John did no miracle: but all things John spake of this Man were true. And many believed on Him there” and the fact that many disparaged John because he did no miracles, yet his witness of Christ was the hallmark of his life and ministry:

Do not try to do a great thing, or you may waste all your life waiting for the opportunity which may never come. But since little things are always claiming your attention, do them as they come from a great motive, for the glory of God and to do good to men. No such action, however trivial, goes without the swift recognition and the ultimate recompense of Christ.

If you’ve read anything that particularly spoke to you that you’d like to share, please either list it in the comments below or write a post on your blog and then put the link to that post (not your general blog link) in Mr. Linky below. I do ask that only family-friendly quotes be included.

Jesus Christ the Apple Tree

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. Song of Solomon 2:3

The tree of life my soul hath seen,
Laden with fruit and always green:
The trees of nature fruitless be
Compared with Christ the apple tree.

His beauty doth all things excel:
By faith I know, but ne’er can tell,
The glory which I now can see
In Jesus Christ the apple tree.

For happiness I long have sought,
And pleasure dearly I have bought:
I missed of all; but now I see
‘Tis found in Christ the apple tree.

I’m weary with my former toil,
Here I will sit and rest a while:
Under the shadow I will be,
Of Jesus Christ the apple tree.

This fruit doth make my soul to thrive,
It keeps my dying faith alive:
Which makes my soul in haste to be
With Jesus Christ the apple tree.

Author Unknown

Music composed by Elizabeth Poston.

Laudable Links and Videos

…in which I share interesting things seen round the Web over the last week or so.

Random Thoughts On Reading Fiction.

What’s Wrong With Seniors Clinging to Their Memories? I’ve wrestled with how much to try to bring seniors focus back to the present, and this has some good thoughts. Of course, those who are saved have a glorious future to look forward to, but I don’t think there is anything wrong with walking down memory lane with someone who has more past than future on this earth. Might learn some things!

Lisa Notes’ book review of I’m Still Here: A New Philosophy of Alzheimer’s Care.

Also from Lisa, 5 Ways to Really Sympathize In a Sympathy Card. If you’ve ever struggled with what to write in a sympathy card, this has some excellent advice.

Coconut Button Flowers.

Free Fillable Suzee Que Vintage Labels.

Gift Bags Made From Scrapbook Paper.

This was seen at betz white‘s. Amazing. When you see the set-up at the end, that’s when you realize how small it truly is.

While I was looking at that, I saw a link to this, another stop-motion video guitar number. Pretty cool!

Saw this at Chris Anderson‘s. The narration is in Spanish but it has English subtitles.

Friday’s Fave Five

Welcome to Friday’s Fave Five, hosted by Susanne at Living to Tell the Story, in which we can share our favorite things from the last week. This has been a wonderful exercise in looking for and appreciating the good things God blesses us with. Click on the button to learn more, then go to Susanne’s to read others’ faves and link up your own.

Here are five of my favorites from the past week:

1. Celebrating Jesse’s birthday. I mentioned last time that his actual birthday was last week, but we celebrated on Saturday with Jason and Mittu as well.

2. One of the best parts of Jesse’s birthday celebration was that Jeremy could celebrate with us via Skype.

3. A sweet moment. Last Sunday night at church, we were standing around talking with some folks afterward. A little boy of about 2 came over and grabbed Jim’s hand and asked him to help him. We’ve had the experience before that a young child grabs one of us around the knee (knees must all look fairly similar from that height) and then looks up and is frightened by seeing someone he doesn’t know where he thought his mom or dad was. So we were bracing ourselves for that to happen when the child looked up and realized he didn’t know Jim, but it didn’t — he kept tugging on Jim’s hand asking for help, so Jim followed him. There was a pen that had rolled under a pew that he wanted Jim to help him get. Jim tried to get him to crawl under, but he wouldn’t. We thought it was because he was afraid to, but later his mom told us that she had been telling him not to crawl under the pews, so she should be very pleased that he remembered and obeyed, even when after such a prize! Jim finally got him to go around behind that pew where he could reach it more easily. I just thought the whole exchange was sweet, but also seeing my husband on his hands and knees trying to help this little boy gave me a glimpse of his playing on the floor with grandchildren some day. Though hopefully not in the church auditorium. 🙂

4. A new ladies’ Bible study at our new church. I don’t know why — it’s silly — but I am often nervous about these things, and especially at a new church. I like to sit on the aisle seat, and I was running almost late, so I came and sat in one of the first aisle seats I saw free, and I was really blessed when another lady came from her seat and sat beside me. Then the teaching was really meaty — by which I mean Scripturally-based, not sentimental or “fluffy.” Even though the truths we discussed were not new to me, it blessed me to be reminded of them.

5. This…

is absolutely scrumptious.

And besides those, I liked the arrival of fall. I was reluctant to let go of summer, but I was finally ready for fall to arrive. It doesn’t feel too fallish yet, but I know it will soon. And several favorite old or anticipated new TV shows premiered this week. Plus Jesse has two days off from school this week due to a teacher’s conference. I love not having to set alarm clocks! But I think I have mentioned that several time before. And I love the book I am reading, Her Daughter’s Dream by Francine Rivers. It is making me wish I had a vacation day or a road trip so as to spend a vast portion of the day just reading.

It’s been a great week. Hope yours was, too, and if not, I hope the next one is better!

Flashback Friday: Books

Mocha With Linda hosts a weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site. You can visit her site for more Flashbacks.

The question for this week is:

Did you like to read when you were a child? What were your favorite genres, books or series? Did you read books because of the author or because of the title/plot? Did you own many books? Did your school distribute the Scholastic book orders (or some other type)? Did you visit the library often? Was there a summer reading program when you were young, and did you participate? Do you have any particular memories of your school libraries? What were your favorites and least favorites among the classics (the ones high school English teachers assign!)? If you didn’t like reading, do you like it more today than you did then?

I don’t think it takes too much time around my blog to notice that I am a book lover. I don’t remember if my mom read to me (though she may have), and I don’t remember going to libraries with my mom or entering summer reading programs. My first memories of books are from school. The first book I remember reading parts of there was A Child’s Garden of Verses. I do remember Dr. Suess and Little Golden Books at home as well as a Bible-in-pictures book that I was fascinated with.

I must have had a good many books at home, because one of my fondest memories of my father was when he built me my own bookcase. It was a simple plywood affair painted blue, but I was so pleased that he made it for me and that I had a place for my own books.

The first book I remember checking out of a school library was a book about Martin Luther. I guess I liked biographies even then. I do remember going through a phase of reading about horses, but I don’t think they were the Marguerite Henry books, because they didn’t seem familiar to me when I discovered them later as an adult. I only remember that the name of the horse in one book was Mystery and it was derived from one of the children first suggesting the name “Mr. E,” and when that was rejected, the child ran that name together into the word Mystery. I must’ve run into the Little House books somewhere along the way because I was thrilled when the TV series started and was familiar with the storyline on which many of the episodes were based. I also remember discovering Louisa May Alcott and loving Little Women and its sequels. I loved books that looked like this:

Little Women book cover

Little Women book inside

In fact, I bought this copy of Little Women as an adult in a bookstore at the mall (I miss those!!!) out of nostalgia even though I had a copy in a set of Alcott books.

My mom worked off and on, and I remember one baby-sitter as a middle-aged or older lady with what seemed like multitudes of bookshelves, many with children’s books. I don’t remember anything else about the lady or her house, but she was my favorite baby-sitter! I think it was from her house I read a book that I have been trying to remember the title of ever since. It was about a girl from England named Merry who came to the States, and other children made fun of her for using strange words for common things, so she felt left out and unwelcome, but eventually she made friends and taught them how to make primrose chains. Sally suggested one time the book might have been American Haven by Elizabeth Yates, but I bought that one to see, and it wasn’t it, though it was a good book.

I don’t really remember much of anything specific about school libraries through the years.

I do remember the Scholastic book orders and being thrilled to be able to order something from them sometimes. The only one I actually remember is one I got in early high school about a pregnant teen-ager, and I think I only remember it because my dad was angry about it. The story didn’t have much redeeming value — it was mostly about her angst, which was understandable, but offered little hope or direction.

The only classics assigned in high school that I actually remember were a few of Shakespeare’s works, but I didn’t get much out of Shakespeare until I saw some of his plays performed in college. One of my high school teachers must have assigned something from Dickens, though, because I discovered and loved David Copperfield and at some point read Oliver Twist and Great Expectations.I didn’t try A Tale of Two Cities until much later as an adult, and it took me several attempts to actually finish it, but when I did it became one of my all-time favorite novels. My pre-adult reading seems to have been sadly lacking in classics, so I have been on a quest over the last several years to read many of them.

And that’s pretty much all that I can recall about the formation of this reader. Whatever actually spurred my love of reading, I am extremely thankful for it. Reading has been one of my greatest sources of pleasure as well as learning and personal growth throughout my life.

8 Questions Meme

Susanne at Living to Tell the Story tagged me with an 8 Questions meme, in which she asks 8 questions, I answer them, then make up 8 new questions to tag 8 others with. Here are Susanne’s questions and my answers:

1. What is your greatest joy?

Besides my own salvation and times with the Lord in His Word, I can honestly say with John, “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth” (III John 4).

2. What do you do when you’re bored.

Mess around on the computer, surf through TV channels, or read. Which I do depends on what mood I am in.

3. Are you a sweet or salty snacker?

I have an overactive sweet tooth, so I am usually a sweet snacker, but sometimes a bag of chips or popcorn is the only thing that will do.

4. Beach or mountains?

This is hard — they both have their appeal. Beach, maybe, if it is not too hot and there aren’t too many people.

5. Favorite things on a burger.

I like my burgers fairly plain — mayo (preferably Miracle Whip, if I am making one at home), a little bit of mustard and ketchup, and a little lettuce. And cheese. Must have cheese. Sometimes a slice or two of bacon as well.

6. Would you rather have someone else do your laundry, clean your house or do your yardwork?

Clean my house.

7. Are you a one book at a time person or have many on the go at once?

I have at least two going at a time, occasionally three. I have one book in each bathroom, and if I am going through some type of Christian instructional book, I usually keep it with my devotional books and incorporate it into my devotional time.

8. Favorite scripture or quote.

This is another hard one, as there are multitudes of Scripture verses that have specially ministered to me, and I regularly post quotes that speak to me. I’ll narrow it down to two Scriptures that have come to the forefront over and over again in my life:

Psalm 16:11: Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

Isaiah 41:10: Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

Here are my questions for Bobbi, Alice, Melli, Lizzie, Susan, Mama Bear, Jewel, Carrie, if they’d like to play along, and anyone else who would like to do it:

1. What do you is the greatest benefit you receive from blogging?

2. What was your childhood nickname? How did you get it? Are you still called that now? (Oops — I guess that’s three in one!)

3. Miracle Whip or mayonnaise?

4. What is your favorite season and why?

5. When you are sick, do you like a lot of attention and pampering, or do you like to be left alone?

6. Share one pleasant childhood memory.

7. Share a time a hymn ministered to you in a special way.

8. Describe your favorite coffee mug (or show us a photo of it). Why do you like it?

Book Review: The Note

A horrific plane crash off the Florida coast has shocked the nation. Debris washes up on shore for days, some of it a distance from the crash site itself. A note of a father’s love and forgiveness on a napkin inside a plastic bag survives and lands at the house of a woman who wants to remain anonymous but who wants the message to get to its rightful recipient, so she takes it to a local newspaper columnist, Peyton McGruder.

Peyton recognizes a golden opportunity for her column, which has only been given a few weeks to attract more readers or face changes, but Peyton also has the integrity to handle the search for the note’s  intended recipient in a sensitive manner. The note is addresses simply to “T,”and as Peyton researches and then takes the note to those who might claim it, its message has different effects on all of them, Peyton included.

Unfortunately not all reporters have the same integrity and sensitivity, and a TV reporter out to make a name for herself moves in to scoop Peyton’s story.

My thoughts:

I thoroughly enjoyed The Note by Angela Hunt. It was well written, and it was intriguing to see how the note affected each who read it. The underlying spiritual parallels were beautifully illustrated without being overstated. My only teensy criticism is that there were a few asides by several of the characters commenting on Peyton that seemed to me to disrupt the flow of the story and often told me things I already knew or figured out. I’d be interested to know why the author handled these thoughts in this way. They might have worked better in a sidebar. But that’s just my opinion, and the overall story is wonderfully satisfying.