In May, I read half the number of books I’ve read every other month this year. I also waded through the depths of my second quarter of Greek in seminary, spent at least half the day outside with the boys, bought a house in a different state, and sold our home here. I don’t set numerical reading goals and this is precisely the reason. Different times in life (or just the year) make different demands on my time. I refuse to feel behind over something I made up, like a reading goal. (You can also note that the last post here was what I read in April.)
Libertie by Kaitlyn Greenidge was my Bookshelf subscription book in April. It was a fascinating look at a woman finding her way home. I didn’t devour it; I found the beginning hard to get into. But I didn’t give up on it either and I’m glad; the end was my favorite part.
After listening to a friend rave about Deep Discipleship by JT English while she was reading it, I picked it up. I also discovered why she raved about it. It’s a primer on both the why and the how of developing discipleship programs in churches. I found his scope of teaching to be most valuable. If you work with discipleship at your church or ministry (or even home!) this is for you.
How Africa Shaped the Christian Mind by Thomas Oden was our book club read for May. It was tougher to wade through but I found myself assigning homework for me when I was finished. The boys and I are going to memorize one of the creeds when we finish memorizing Psalm 15 (and we’re almost done) and I’m going to buy some Mothers and Fathers of the Church cards for us to use. I want to learn more about church history and I’m confident I’ll have a chance to in seminary.
Crying in H Mart, a memoir by Michelle Zauner was the Bookshelf subscription for May. I love this book. The writing was beautiful. The food sounded amazing. Her reflections on her life and her mother and grief were moving.
I finished Upstream by Mary Oliver essay by essay before bed. Mary Oliver is a master writer. Friends, I had passionate interest in the wellbeing of a spider while reading one of these essays. I particularly loved her reflections on other writers and what they had meant to her.