Monday, March 1, 2010

Dancing With My Father

The reality of living in a broken, fallen world can leave women feeling overcome by fear, guilt, and weariness. Many develop “sawdust souls,” numb to any sense of joy.

In this warm and wise book, author Sally Clarkson invites readers to take God’s hand and let Him lead them into a life of anticipation, passion, and purpose. With the voice of a trusted mentor, she reveals how, by getting in tune with the rhythm of God’s presence, women can nurture an inner attitude of anticipation and celebration even in the stressful seasons of life.

Through rich biblical insights woven with real-life stories, women will be inspired to recapture a spirit of joy as they follow God’s lead on the dance floor of life.



Book Review:

Did you ever dance on your Daddy's feet when you were little?    That is the first image that popped into my mind when I saw the title of this book, Dancing with My Father.     As a little girl, it was always complete bliss to stand on my Daddy's shoes while he spun me around.      How great would it be to experience this type of day to day bliss in a relationship with God?     Not only is it possible, it is what God desires for us.

Every day there are struggles, problems, bills, troubled relationships and difficult people.     How do you maintain that kind of joy with God in the middle of all of that?    The chapters help lead you through that discovery:    a heart that dances, reveling in God's melody of joy, letting go to take God's hand, listening for the music of God's voice and more.       Each chapter ends with questions that will help these applications to your life.

If you are feeling weighted down, reading each chapter of this book can be like taking the bricks of weight off your shoulders and allowing yourself to replace it with God's grace and joy.

This book was provided for review by the WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group.

1 comment:

Patti Lacy said...

Now THIS sounds like an inspirational book. Oh, how the cover captivated me!

Thank you, Deanna!

Patti