Book Progress – A Christmas Gift
Christmas gifts come in many forms. The delightful misery for fathers are the gifts which require assembly. Remember those? At our house my husband groans through a grin every Christmas Eve at the store of those memories. Although one gift to me this year came assembled, it required polished final touches only I could give. Our son Nathaniel came home with the book in its first layout format. Printed and assembled in a binder, the task was mine to edit line by line, ferret out any mistakes, and correct any overlooked blunders. Certainly a delightful task! Delightful misery? Not so much. The process brought the book one giant step closer to the published work.
The notebook to the left bears the cover that will dress the book. Designed by son Nathaniel, it sits on my computer desk, encouraging, motivating, and reminding me to look to the steeple with its cross. The work is God’s, to Him alone the glory.
“And sometimes I think about a one-and-a-half-year old child with its baby teeth still coming in, whose days on this earth were so very, very few.” (National Geographic, July 1988, page 53) The author of the article, haunted by that scene as he unearthed the remains of a 4th century town on the Island of..Read More ›
We spent a half week with all nine of the children and the twelve grandchildren. The occasion was our son’s wedding. Tears threatened when the boys, now men, stood as groomsmen for their brother. The struggle of our grandson to stay awake and the relaxed attitude in one of the boy’s suits served to prevent..Read More ›