What a touching story! When I was in high school one of my mom’s friends, who was among the very few to know me at multiple stages of my childhood, used to loan me books. Our tastes did not absolutely line up, but the experience of browsing her sleeves and being allowed to borrow her books and then talk about them, being treated as an adult, was formative to me. She died some years ago of Alzheimer’s, but I still think of her when I look at one of my shelves because one of the books there was hers. Thank you for sharing your experience.
What a touching story! When I was in high school one of my mom’s friends, who was among the very few to know me at multiple stages of my childhood, used to loan me books. Our tastes did not absolutely line up, but the experience of browsing her sleeves and being allowed to borrow her books and then talk about them, being treated as an adult, was formative to me. She died some years ago of Alzheimer’s, but I still think of her when I look at one of my shelves because one of the books there was hers. Thank you for sharing your experience.
Oooh! This is one I’m not familiar with! I’m going to have to track down a copy of such a treasured book. 🥰 Thank you for sharing your story.
This is so delightful and true—and I especially love how God used the appearance of this book as a hug and reminder of his care.