celebrating Gladys Hunt
Gladys Hunt, who wrote the lovely and important Honey for a Child’s Heart: The Imaginative Use of Books in Family Life, died on Independence Day. i only discovered her books a few months ago, but already her influence in my life is wide and deep. listen:
all our inadequacies and fears are under his lordship; our strengths and excitements are placed under his control. his love inspires ours; his forgiveness is the basis of our forgiveness of one another; his instructions are our guide.
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affirming, nurturing people influence others far beyond their intention simply because they provide rich soil in which individual personalities can grow.
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parents need to live their lives with conviction, not hesitation. if you must make a fresh decision each day whether you will read the Scriptures and when you will read them, the Bible will probably not be read very often.
Oh, I did not know she’d passed on (to the Kingdom!!). I love her Honey for a Child’s Heart and have used it extensively in our homeschooling journey. I’ve always wanted to see her Honey for a Woman’s Heart. Maybe I’ll have to check that out now in honor of her. Thanks for sharing this post. 🙂
~ Nicole
BTW,
That’s me from Golightly Place. 🙂 I just show up as Creative Life Studio when I reach another wordpress blog. My business blog is CLS.
I had no idea Ms. Hunt had passed away. I’ve enjoyed the inspiration provided by both her Honey for a Child’s Heart and Honey for a Woman’s Heart.
yes, Nicole, i recognized you! glad CLS showed up…it was nice to visit again!
and Marianna–thanks so much for connecting via goodreads. i love your reviews!
peace keep you both.
love that last quote especially .. so true of all our intentions. if we don’t commit, they tend to fade away.
Lori…always nice to see you here. in that final quote, i can hear traces of John Holt’s “Live your life well and invite a child into it.”
and it seems related to the parents who don’t like summer…there’s no invitation, no hospitality shown to the child.
yes! there is this sharp division between “time with children” and “time without children”, with a focus on the adult defining the time.
maybe because we spend so much time together, i can’t imagine feeling this way about time with my children. the time *without* them sticks out as unnatural. :^)