WIN! A Perfect Gift for Grandmothers this Christmas

If your family is like ours, choosing gifts for the grandmothers is always a bit daunting. These two great women, who love our family so well, have everything. They have jewelry and clothing, appliances and tote bags.

What do they not have?

Authors Pam Ferriss, Susan Kelton, and Kathy March have written a new devotional book for grandmothers,
My Grandmother Is … Praying for Me.

Well, they don’t have a brand-new devotional book written by a trio of grandmothers, called My Grandmother Is … Praying for Me. (One of the authors, Pam Ferriss, is a good friend of mine and has been a sweet spiritual mentor to me for ten years.) And I’m telling you, any grandmother in your life needs this book! Don’t miss the opportunity to bless the women you love with the heartfelt and compassionate wisdom of these ladies.

My Grandmother Is … is a beautiful hard-cover book that takes the reader on a journey through the Book of Proverbs. Each page features a brief devotion for each day of the year. The devotions include a selected Proverb, a prayer, and an application of the devotion.


My Grandmother Is … is written from a grandmother’s perspective and is intended for a grandmother (though anyone who has a relationship with a child would enjoy this devotional). The application items are suggestions for grandmother and grandchild to spend time together learning the Proverb. Each month features a different character trait (such as wisdom, self-control, and honesty) with appropriate verses assigned to each.

The book is a beautiful keepsake that is also practical and accessible. The type is easy-to-read in a crisp, attractive presentation. The devotions are bite-size nuggets, perfect for even the busiest grandmother. As a writer and editor, I am so impressed with the breadth of creativity. In writing 365 devotions, prayers, and applications, these ladies never disappoint, always giving fresh and interesting treatments to each day, with appropriate content.

Most importantly, this book is a must-have guide to one of the most often neglected aspects of our Christian lives: consistent, focused, and intentional prayer. The grandmother who uses this book as a prompt for prayer can be assured God hears her and will answer her.

What better gift could you give your kids’ grandmothers this Christmas?

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Visit the website to find out more about My Grandmother Is …, the authors, and to purchase copies.

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WIN! WIN! WIN!

Win a copy of My Grandmother Is … Praying for Me from The Writer’s Block and the books’ authors.

It’s soooooooo easy to enter.

In the comments section below, tell me:

1. Your favorite verse or passage in Proverbs OR a creative way that you pray for loved ones.

To earn additional entries to the contest:

1. Post this contest link to your Facebook page.
2. Tweet this contest link on Twitter.

(Be sure to come back here and put in a separate comment for each additional way you enter. For example, you’d make a separate comment that says, “I posted to my Facebook page,” if you do so.)

The contest will be open until Sunday, December 13, at midnight. You may enter daily (all three ways once per day).

Winner will be announced on Tuesday, December 15, by noon.

Compensation disclosure: I received a complimentary copy of the book, My Grandmother Is … Praying for Me, for review purposes from the authors. The authors contributed a second copy to give away to a reader.

Righting a Wrong

When I was a little girl, more than anything, I wanted to be a grown-up. I really despised the confines of youthful dependence. My desires weren’t based on wanting to run buck-wild (that’s never been me at all). I was ready to speed through childhood so that I could get on with life. I was ready to dispense with—what I perceived as—the inconsequentials and get to the good stuff: independence, self-sufficiency, self-made wealth, decision-making, marriage, family, and career. (Yep. I know you are laughing. With youth also came idealism and naivete.)

A true hallmark of being a grown-up for me was having pierced ears. From the time I realized there were such things (probably at age five or six), I begged my mother for pierced ears.

“No,” she had said, over and over.

I moaned. I groaned. I complained. I begged. I cried. Some days I thought I couldn’t live another minute without holes in my ears.

I’m not sure why she refused. I think she mumbled, “little girls don’t wear earrings,” or some such thing.

Honestly, to this day, I don’t understand her logic. If I had wanted to wear hoops to my ankles with fish-net hose and a low-cut halter top, I could have understood her concern. But, in my opinion, small star or heart studs do not a hooker make. Not then. Not now.

Finally, she committed to giving permission for pierced ears (and makeup!) on my 13th birthday. Ah, yes. The rite of passage into the teen years. I counted the days to September 27, 1983, with more enthusiasm than a convict’s anticipating parole.

And so, it came to pass. I’ll never forget the extreme pleasure of having pierced ears for my school pictures that year.

Now, the ironic part of the story comes as my sister, Laura—two years younger than I—decided she wanted pierced ears a few months after me.

In what is an inexplicable turn of events after the years of stalwart refusal to me (the prostitute wanna-be that I was), my mother relented, granting my sister’s request with little negotiation and fanfare. And like that, my sister was pierced well before her 13th birthday.

This did not sit well then. And, you see, the injustice of it all haunts me to this day (I’ll be 39 next week).

So, when my daughter started asking for pierced ears at age 5, I muttered something like, “Hmmm. We’ll see and talk to Daddy.” Inside, my heart fluttered and my tummy did a little somersault.

On her sixth birthday, my little angel (no prostitute-in-waiting here) got her lobes decorated with some precious pink flowers about half the size of my pinky nail.

My parents came to her birthday dinner the next night.

“Mom! Look. Susanna got her ears pierced for her birthday,” I showed her off like a prize-winning zucchini at the county fair.

“Yea. Well, aren’t those cute?” She paused as she recalled the past. “Oh, I remember. I wouldn’t let y’all get yours pierced for several years.”

I had the accurate historical record ready. “Well, I had to wait until I was 13. And Laura? Laura got hers done shortly after mine. Nowhere near her 13th birthday.”

She kind of nodded and chortled, unfazed by my logical presentation and vivid reminder of such an obvious display of inequity.

Daddy jumped in.

“What you’re saying is, that you had to wait. But Laura didn’t.”

“Precisely. And now my daughter got her ears pierced at six. I choose to live vicariously through my daughter.” I finished that with a little “huff,” crossed my arms, and said in my head, so there.

“Well, OK,” she smiled and nodded.

I think the many years had mellowed her opinion and her resolve on youthful ear piercing. Really, I’m pretty sure she could care less at this point.

I, however, was quite satisfied.

Justice or revenge or something had finally been served.

Recent Photos

Catching up on photos of events this fall …

Halloween outfits: knights and princess. The kids loved trick-or-treating. The amount of candy they received was positively OBSCENE.


Visiting with Great-Grandmother (Mimi’s mother). Seth, Mimi, Spencer, Great-Grandmother, Susanna.

Breakfast with Santa. This annual event is sponsored by POTATO (parents of twins club). I love it. It’s so much fun, and the kids are always thrilled to see Santa.

From the moment we got to the breakfast, the boys were yelling at Santa, “Hi, Santa!”

Fun at Mimi and Papa’s House

Seth is wearing Papa’s firefighter helmet. Papa is a retired Metro firefighter. Very cool!

Spencer’s turn in Papa’s helmet.

What a treat! A day with Papa and Mimi. The boys love to ride on Papa’s “tractor” and go to his “barn.”

Spencer (left) and Seth in Papa’s tractor.
August 2008

So cute you could gobble them up!

Playing on Papa’s “tractor.” Seth on the left and Spencer on the right. I think they really look alike in this picture.

The Really Grand Grandparents

Chris and I are so richly blessed to have loving, supportive, and generous parents. They have given over and again of their time, love, and money to our family. I’m convinced we could not have survived new babies, household emergencies, and automobile catastrophes without them!

Mimi, Papa, Nana, and Papa are a tremendous encouragement to our family. They are “grand” in every sense of the word.

Papa and Mimi (Bill and Linda Bernard) and
Nana and Papa (Frances and Hugh Parker)