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Who doesn't need...well want a new cookbook? I recently received a new one by Lorilyn Roberts for review.  Geared toward homeschooling families, it's also an excellent resource for families on the go and working moms who need kid pleasing, but easy family dinners. 

Here's my review:  Food for Thought: Quick and Easy Recipes for Homeschooling Families is one to add to your shelf. Lorilyn shares not only family friendly recipes, but it’s seasoned with inspiring quotes from Christians past and present. The recipes are easy to follow and the ingredients are easy on the budget. Busy families can have home cooked nutritious meals with the bonus of sitting down to enjoy it together. Some of the best times in family life are spent in the kitchen and the young cooks section of the book gives moms some great recipes to share with their children. You’ll find yourself reaching for this book on a regular basis when you’re planning meals or need supper in a hurry.


If you're looking for new devotional readings for the fall let me recommend By Faith Alone.  Author Carol Round shares her down to earth musings on faith and real life situations. 

Here's my review:  Carol Round’s By Faith Alone takes the everyday experiences of life and puts them in the light of Scripture. The conversational style of each reading is understandable and immediately applicable to the Christian’s daily walk.  We all need encouragement on the journey and this book is filled with practical insights that challenge us to walk worthy of our calling. By Faith Alone is a fine devotional read and one worth getting or giving.

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