First of all, it's September, y'all. What?! Where did August go? Let's hope that September is a better blogging month because August only yielded a grand total of seven posts--three of which were dedicated to birthdays and my parents' anniversary.
Second of all, today is your lucky day because you get, not just one, but two recaps. Are you so excited? Just pretend you are for my sake.
If you are caught up on the aforementioned love, you may remember that the release date for the book was Saturday, August 15th, and I was
The next day however, Cody was working and I may or may not have spent the entire day on the couch reading every single word (sometimes multiple times--maybe someday I'll share a post about the insane way I read) while all the clean laundry sat completely unheeded all over our dining room table and the dirty dishes started taking over the house.
Totally worth it. It was awesome, as Doug would say (you'd have to read the books to understand), down to the very last word. There's really not much else I'm going to say about this one (hence why we're doing two recaps in one post) because if you're not invested in the series, you probably won't care or understand, and if you are, you might hate me for spoiling it. Let's just say that in this particular book, Christy and Todd are into their fourth year of marriage and everything that goes along with that.
And for any females reading who aren't into this series, get into it.
You guys. First of all, if you've been reading this blog long enough or if you've known me for more than an hour, you'd have figured out by now that I am the cryin'-est woman you ever did see. Y'all, I will cry reading a cereal box. I'm not even kidding.
So hand me a book about my Grampa and what do you expect to happen? That's right. Waterworks for days.
From a completely unbiased point of view and after a fresh reading of this book, I have to say that the writing is straightforward and easy to read. The book moves through my grandfather's life and ministry smoothly. It doesn't overload you with information like some biographies have the tendency of doing (*cough*THEODORE ROOSEVELT*cough* still haven't finished it), and in fact, when I came to the end of each chapter, I was left wanting more details. Probably in part because of my personal attachment to Dr. Paul Tassell.
Sprinkled throughout the book are stories of just some of the numerous lives my Grampa affected with his powerful and uncompromising preaching of God's Word. Paul Tassell was a man who loved God wholeheartedly and had a gift for sharing His Word. I remember my Grampa as a man whose eyes were always twinkling, who smiled and laughed a lot, and who always had a joke for you on the tip of his tongue. He loved people, and people loved him. I would highly recommend this book to any Christian, especially any who are heading into the ministry as a vocation. You will be challenged and encouraged by reading it.
I am so humbled and grateful for the rich, Godly heritage I was born into and the legacy my grandfather left behind. I pray that the future generations will be able to look back and say that Dr. Tassell's children and grandchildren carried on that legacy with integrity and firmness of conviction.
I'm so glad I chose to read this book through again. It's been several years since I did, and I told my dad the other night that he should write more books about all my other grandparents for posterity's sake. I, for one, would love to have them.
What have you been reading lately?