When God Makes Lemonade: True Stories That Amaze and Encourage [NOOK Book]

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Do you know someone who needs some encouragement?  Perhaps that someone is you.

In When God Makes Lemonade, author Don Jacobson has collected real-life stories from around the world that show everyday folks discovering unexpected sweetness in the midst of sour circumstances.  Some are funny, others are sobering, and more than a few will bring tears of ...
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Overview

Do you know someone who needs some encouragement?  Perhaps that someone is you.

In When God Makes Lemonade, author Don Jacobson has collected real-life stories from around the world that show everyday folks discovering unexpected sweetness in the midst of sour circumstances.  Some are funny, others are sobering, and more than a few will bring tears of amazement.  But these true stories all have one thing in common: hope.

There's no question that life gives us "lemons," like issues with health, employment, and relationships.  But when those lemons become lemonade, it's as refreshing as a cold drink on a hot summer day.

It's true that in life "stuff" happens, but as you'll see in these stories, Lemonade Happens too!
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"Don Jacobson is an author who reads his own work with skill. Here 68 short stories illustrate how God turns life's lemons into lemonade. This work is the first in an ongoing series. Jacobson's polished performances and powerful characterizations illustrate a variety of flawed characters, painful situations, and difficult circumstances that listeners will quickly identify with. The author's personal story of accidentally shooting himself and experiencing a marvelous encounter with God afterwards begins the collection. He delivers topics such as death with dignity, unwanted pregnancies, and divine encounters in a crisp, clear baritone. Although all the stories recount difficult situations, each ends with inspiration and hope as Jacobson captures the unexpected blessings of God's grace."
G.D.W. © AudioFile 2013, Portland, Maine [Published: AUGUST 2013]
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780849964411
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 4/9/2013
  • Sold by: THOMAS NELSON
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 232,759
  • File size: 692 KB

Meet the Author


Don Jacobson spent twenty-eight years in the publishing industry, where he oversaw the production of more than one thousand titles and the sale of more than 100 million books. Don then founded D. C. Jacobson & Associates (DCJA), an author management company, so he could continue working closely with authors.
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WHEN GOD MAKES LEMONADE

True Stories That Amaze & Encourage
By DON JACOBSON

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2013 Donald C. Jacobson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-8499-6441-1


Chapter One

ROSLYN LAKE

Don Jacobson

It's a chilly day in late November, and the clouds are hanging low over the Cascade Mountains. The woods where I am hunting around Roslyn Lake are thick and wild, just like the forest in Canada, where I grew up.

Trekking around the boundary of the water, I think back to the endless hours I spent fishing, hunting, and camping as a kid. Some of my friends wanted to fly into space, others dreamed of catching touchdowns in the Super Bowl, but I just wanted to be outside, breathing fresh air, living with a little dirt beneath my nails. I was captivated with the outdoors, so after high school I joined a logging crew. Then I got into construction. The specifics of the job didn't really matter; as long as I had the sun on my skin, I was a happy man.

I circle the lake, making sure to keep quiet. I don't want to scare the ducks, but Big Boy, my rambunctious black Lab, whines behind me and plunges into the water.

"Big Boy, quiet!" I whisper sharply. He splashes out of the lake and shakes his fur dry. A few more steps and I hear a pair of mallards on the shore, behind a thicket of weeds. I freeze. Big Boy stops behind me and whines; the ducks fall silent.

He keeps whimpering, and I know he will scare the ducks away, so I grip the barrel of my shotgun like a tennis racket and swing behind me.

"Quiet," I say, as the butt of my gun whacks Big Boy's flank.

Suddenly a deafening burst shatters the stillness, and I'm violently spun around. I tumble into the water and crash, face-first, into the shallows of the lake.

Desperately I gasp for air and try to sit up, but an intense burst of pain thrusts me back into the water. I roll over onto my back and spit the water out of my mouth.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, I say to myself, my ears ringing and my mind scattered.

What was that? There was a noise. Something hit me. I'm hurt.

I look up into the dark, gray clouds, and the unthinkable hovers over me.

God, I shot myself.

* * *

"Don!" I hear my buddy shout my name.

I lean over, lay the Sheetrock against the wall, and turn around.

"Phone!" he says, holding it up into the air. "It's your wife!"

I walk across the dusty floor and pull the glove from my hand one finger at a time.

"Hey, babe. How are you?" I ask, pressing the phone up to my ear.

"Doing great. How's work today?"

"Not bad. We're moving along really well. Should finish on schedule."

"That's great," she says. "I just wanted to remind you that Eric and Jeri will be here at six-thirty."

"Yep. Can't wait. Need me to pick anything up at the store?"

"Nope. We're all set. I'll see you soon?"

"Yep. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Oh wait," I hear her say, loudly, as I lower the phone. I raise it back up.

"Yeah?"

"I almost forgot. The gunsmith called, and he said your shotgun is ready and you can pick it up anytime."

"Really? That's great. I'll stop and get it on the way home."

"Just don't be late!"

I smile, picturing her shouting the words into the phone.

"Don't worry; I'll be there!"

A few hours later I take off early from work and run by the gunsmith. I tuck the stock up firm against my shoulder, look down the barrel, and follow a pair of imaginary ducks across the room.

"Feels good."

The gunsmith leans on the counter, nodding in agreement. I pay him his fee, jump in my car, and head home.

When I pull into the driveway, I check my watch.

I have a few hours until Eric and Jeri show up. Brenda is out running errands. Maybe I have time to try out the gun?

I check my watch one more time, think it through, and head into the garage. I stuff my pockets with shotgun shells, grab a coat, and whistle for Big Boy to jump into the car.

Should I leave a note for Brenda? I ask myself as I pull out of the driveway. Ah, it's okay. I'll be home in time.

* * *

I run my trembling hand up my right leg and stop when I reach a large, numb knot over my hip. The pain presses deeper into my side, through my gut, and down to my spine.

Oh, Lord, I pray, feeling the damage with my fingers, I'm going to need your help on this one.

I look back to the shore and see the stock of my gun resting in the water. Reaching out, I pull it back, close to my chest, and realize the stock is dangling from the double barrel.

Something malfunctioned. It's broken, I think to myself, sure that I've never seen a gun come apart like this.

I examine the damage and discover if I'm going to fire an SOS shot, I'll have to rip the stock from the barrels; so I grab the barrels in my right hand, the stock in the left, and snap it apart like a twig. The stock comes off easily, and I drop it into the water. Then I spread my fingers into my pockets, fish the shells from my wet jeans, and lay them on my stomach.

Holding the twin barrels in my left hand, I aim them to the sky and rest the bottom on a tree stump coming out of the water. I reach over with my right hand, load each barrel, and then rest my right index finger on the triggers.

Three shots for an SOS call, I remind myself. Then I count:

One, two, fire.

Boom!

One, two, fire.

Boom!

I quickly reach back to my chest with my right hand and grab another shell, but already I know I'm moving too slowly to fire a third shot in rhythm. Still, I fumble the shell into the barrel, and fire.

I listen for a moment, hoping for footsteps, or someone shouting, but there is nothing. I reload the gun and perform the same agonizing task.

Please, I pray, each time I reload, please let there be someone nearby.

I fire sixteen shots and run out of shells. The forest is still quiet, empty. I drop the gun back into the water.

"Help!" I shout as loud as I can. "Can anybody hear me?"

I yell so loudly I lose my breath. I'm light-headed.

"Help! I'm hurt. Help!"

My voice echoes off the water into the woods. I try to remember if I passed any cars parked along the road on the way up or if there were any homes nearby, but I can't. I'm alone, and I know it—no one can hear me, and nobody knows where I am. The fog resting over the treetops might as well descend and hide me forever.

My mind is hazy, losing hope, and slowly stumbling toward my only option.

If no one is coming, I have to get out of here by myself. Get to the car.

I slowly roll onto my abdomen and brace my hands beneath me. Drawing my knees up one at a time, I push up and find my balance.

Okay, good, I encourage myself, wobbly with pain. Get going.

Gripping my wound with both hands, I shuffle my left foot forward through the water. Next I pull my right foot up, but a searing pain paralyzes my leg, and I stumble back into the lake.

I hesitate to try again, but the command compels me: get to the car. I roll over and brace myself on the muddy lake bottom. The pain stabs at my side, but with a deep breath I inch my hands forward, then follow with my knees. Another deep breath, and I crawl an inch farther.

Ten minutes later I'm out of the water, crawling on hands and knees down the path toward my car, when an intense surge of pain explodes in my chest. It pumps through my heart, burns down into my lungs, and causes my stomach to turn over with nausea. I collapse, moaning, on the path.

God, I plead, if you're going to take me home, do it quickly, because it hurts.

Instantly the fire cools and relief washes through my body. I draw in a long breath, and my muscles relax.

Thank you, God, thank you! I continue to breathe, thanking God with each exhalation, sensing him near, telling me, If you make it until morning, you'll live.

The light is fading from the sky, and the clouds are reaching down, hiding the forest in fog. I try once more to crawl to the car, but after fifty feet I simply stop moving. I am utterly exhausted and losing blood. I simply cannot go on.

As the day's last light leaks from the clouds, Big Boy prances up to me with a stick in his mouth and pokes me in the side. He whines, begging me for a game of fetch. I don't react, and he keeps pushing the stick into my wound.

God, he is going to kill me.

"Big Boy," I manage to say, "no, boy. Lie down."

Surprisingly, he obeys, and nestles up next to my cold body. I immediately feel the warmth from his body and once again sense God's presence.

If you make it until morning, you'll live.

Dusk slowly fades to black, and the woods grow ever quieter, tucked beneath a blanket of thick Oregon fog.

I start waiting, eyes open, for the break of dawn.

* * *

At 6:30 p.m. Eric and Jeri pull into our driveway as scheduled, and Brenda welcomes them by herself, excusing me for being late.

Eric, my longtime friend, asks Brenda where I am.

"I'm not sure, but if he doesn't get here soon, he isn't going to find out who shot J. R.!" replies Brenda, half joking, half concerned.

They eat, clear the dishes, and turn on the TV, but I still haven't arrived.

"I'm going to call my dad," Brenda says right before Dallas starts. "Maybe he's heard from Don."

"No, sorry. Haven't heard from him," her father, John, says, "but I wouldn't be too worried. He has some old tires on that car. Maybe one went flat."

"I don't know, Dad. I'm worried. I want to call the police," Brenda says.

"No, that won't help. They can't do anything now. Just wait until after the show. If he's still not home, call me back."

"Okay," Brenda relents. "Thanks, Dad."

After Dallas is over, Brenda gets back on the phone.

"Dad, he still isn't home. I have a bad feeling."

"I don't know what to tell you. The police still can't help because he's only been missing a few hours. I'll call if I hear anything."

They hang up, and Brenda sits back down with Eric and Jeri.

"I don't know what to do," she confesses. "Where is he?"

Anxious hours pass, and finally, just after 11:00 p.m., the phone rings. Brenda rushes to the receiver and picks it up.

"Hello? Don?"

"No, sweetheart, it's me." Her father is calling back. "Your brother just got home and said Don called him this afternoon about hunting."

"Hunting?" Brenda asks.

"Yeah, he said Don called and wanted to go try the new stock on his gun. We are going to look for him now. You stay home and wait by the phone."

"Dad, I can't stay home. I have to look too."

He sighs, and Brenda can hear him thinking on the other end of the line.

Where do I send her? John wonders to himself. He knows it's important to have as many people out searching as possible, but he can't send his daughter into the woods with the risk of finding her dead husband. The trauma would be too great.

"Okay," he finally says, deciding to send Brenda to the least likely hunting spot he can imagine. "You go with Eric and Jeri up to Roslyn Lake; he might be up there."

* * *

"I don't know why we are looking here. It feels like we are wasting time," Brenda laments. They have been driving around for over an hour, taking wrong turns, getting lost in the fog, growing frustrated. It is long past midnight, and they have yet to reach Roslyn Lake.

Slowly, Eric steers the car around a bend in the asphalt road and sees something glimmer in the darkness. He slams on the brakes and shouts, "What is that?" as he looks intently in the rearview mirror.

Brenda turns and recognizes it instantly. "It's Don's car! The fog is so thick we drove right past it!"

They leap out into the cold and check my car.

"He hasn't been here recently," Eric says, feeling his hand to the cold hood. Together, they walk out onto the man-made dike at the end of the lake.

"Don!" Eric shouts. "Can you hear me?"

I open my eyes. Big Boy's warm body is still against me, keeping me warm, and his ears are up. He whimpers, looking into the dark.

I can hear something.

"Don!"

It's faint, but I hear it. Is it real? Am I dreaming? I close my eyes and lean forward. I try to listen to every sound in the forest.

"Don!"

I snap my eyes open and turn my head toward the scream.

They found me.

"I'm here!" I try to shout, but my voice is too dry to speak. I swallow, but my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

Water! Find water!

I look to the lake. Can I crawl down and drink in time? I keep looking, desperate, and see the glimmer of dew on my parka sleeve. Quickly I suck the moisture from the fabric and shout, "I'm here!" I gasp and swallow. "I'm here!"

Eric throws his hands up. "Wait! Did you hear that?"

Brenda and Jeri shake their heads.

"Listen," Eric whispers. A quiet moment passes. "There!" he erupts. "Did you hear that?"

"No!" Brenda says. "What is it?"

"Go wait in the car. I'm going to check it out." Eric runs down the dike and turns into the forest.

I hear someone coming through the woods, and Big Boy starts barking. Again I feebly try to shout, "I'm here!"

Please, Lord, please let him see me.

On cue Eric steps through the mist and kneels down beside me. "Oh, thank God! Don, what did you do?"

"Eric? Is that you?" I ask, my voice scratchy.

"Yes, Don, it's me. What are you doing here?" He kneels down next to me. "What happened?"

"I shot myself. It was an accident. How did you find me?"

"Everyone is out driving around."

"Brenda," I stammer, "is she here?"

"She is in the car ... You stay here, and I'll go get help." He stands to run back to the car, but I stop him.

"No, Eric, I can walk. Get me up."

He helps me to my feet. Leaning heavily on his shoulder, I try to step, but everything starts spinning. I collapse, and without hesitating, Eric dashes off into the dark.

"Don't move! I'll get help!" he says as he disappears.

Brenda and Jeri are startled when Eric opens the car door.

"What happened?" cries Brenda.

"I found Don. He's okay, but he shot himself. We have to find a phone."

Rushing up to the first farmhouse they find, Eric and Brenda pound on the door. A light flickers on, and a young man shuffles to the door.

"Sorry to bother you, sir," Eric greets him, "but we need to call an ambulance."

Within the hour I'm surrounded by several members of the Sandy, Oregon, volunteer fire department. The paramedics check my vitals and discover my heart rate and body temperature are dangerously low. I am nearly hypothermic, and my veins have collapsed, keeping the medics from inserting an IV.

They call in another ambulance, equipped with inflatable pants, and when they arrive, they strap the pants on my legs, fill them with air, and push the blood back up into my vital organs. Finally, they are able to insert an IV and transport me, but they don't load me into the ambulance. Instead, they call dispatch and request a medevac.

"Stupid idea calling in the helicopter," Brenda overhears a police officer say. "They'll never land it in this fog."

But a few minutes later, with the air ambulance on its way, the fog pushes back just enough to reveal the night sky. The chop of the rotors starts echoing through the dark surrounding hills, and the helicopter sets down safely.

Eight minutes later, just before we arrive at the hospital in Gresham, the fog once again peels away for the pilot to land gently on the helipad. As soon as I am wheeled from the helicopter, the fog rolls back in and grounds the flight crew for several hours.

As I'm being pushed down the hospital hallway, the fluorescent lights blurry overhead, a nurse leans down.

"Don, I have some good news for you. Dr. Brose is on call tonight. He's one of the best trauma surgeons in the city."

I force a faint smile, and they wheel me to the emergency operating room. People are everywhere, rushing around me, rolling machines across the room, prepping me for surgery.

* * *

I survived the three-hour-long operation, but Dr. Brose was worried about gas gangrene, so he moved me to a hyperbaric chamber at Providence Portland Medical Center. He told Brenda I'd never walk again, and if I lived, I'd have a colostomy for the rest of my life.

On my eighth day of recovery, Eric came to visit me. His face was long and sad, but we exchanged tired smiles.

"How are you liking ICU?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied, looking at him, confused. "I'm in ICU?"

The smile faded from his face. "You've been in critical condition for eight days. You didn't know?"

"No." I tried to shake my head. "I just thought I was in the hospital."

I thought, quietly, for a moment, but my mind was still hazy and scattered. "Are people worried about me?"

He nodded slowly, up and down, and his lips barely parted. "Everyone."

"Don't," I told him confidently. "God showed me the night I was shot that if I lived until morning, I'd make it. Tell everyone I'll be okay."

The very next day I was moved from the ICU to a regular hospital room. As the slow, painful days of recovery turned to weeks and months, it became clear I not only was going to live but would enjoy a full recovery.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from WHEN GOD MAKES LEMONADE by DON JACOBSON Copyright © 2013 by Donald C. Jacobson. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Contents

Acknowledgments....................xvii
Introduction....................xviii
1 Roslyn Lake Don Jacobson....................1
2 Plain Old Ted Michelle Close Mills....................15
3 Katie's Gift Dave Burchett....................21
4 God's Punch Ron Fazio Jr....................27
5 Forever Changed Kasey Van Norman....................32
6 Freunde Dixie Phillips....................36
7 Steps to Forgiveness Jay Cookingham....................42
8 Death of Our Son Jean Matthew Hall....................46
9 A Light to Follow JoAnne Potter....................50
10 Mommy and Me Tracy Healy....................54
11 Courting Through Cancer Mary Potter Kenyon....................59
12 Colliding with the Unknown Evan Osgood....................63
13 Six Months to Life Dave Gist....................70
14 But Now I See Gina Graham....................75
15 KC Can't Skate Ross Gale....................80
16 Angels with Chain Saws Mariane Holbrook....................84
17 Sent Away for Good Bertha Raz....................89
18 Truth Remembered Kim Anthony....................93
19 Timing Is Everything Veta Shepherd....................99
20 The Peppy Saint Matt Hart....................103
21 Third Time's the Charm LaTosha Brown....................108
22 A Block of Cheese Stephen Clover....................114
23 The Woman Across the Hall Judy Cocoris....................119
24 The Stolen Radio Melanie Elliott....................124
25 Ever After John Shepherd....................128
26 Death of a Dream Car Cammy Scholz....................132
27 Unexpected Laughter Jody McComas....................137
28 One Saturday Morning Rick Wages....................142
29 Tattooed on My Heart Angel Chung Cutno....................147
30 Kyle's Legacy Penny Whipps....................152
31 Covered by Love Yamaris Rosa....................157
32 Can I Call You Mom? Carla Wicks....................161
33 Tout Begay Bien Susan Rickey....................167
34 The Letters of War Ray and Betty Whipps....................171
35 Accidental Ministry Jaclyn Miller....................189
36 Ayden the Trouper Caryn Rich....................193
37 The Parking Lot Predicament Todd Gorton....................198
38 The Perfect Fit Kimberly Sutton....................203
39 Road to Recovery April LaLand....................208
40 The Final Days Marybeth McCullum....................212
41 Grandma's Love Kathleen Kohler....................216
42 Santo Domingo Sunrise Terri Elders....................220
43 Unexpected Family Kim McKinney....................225
44 Surviving Suicide Lisa Lane....................230
45 Balm for Burnout Lois Hudson....................234
46 Room 234 Gina Graham....................239
47 Twin Chances Alisa Wagner....................244
48 The Night You Were Born Carolyn Hill....................249
49 The Education of a Jobless Teacher Derek Smith....................254
50 Up, Up, Up Kevin Kalman....................259
51 Fatherless Robyn Davis....................263
52 Sink or Swim Wyndee Phillips....................268
53 A Tough Break Matt McGoldrick....................272
54 The Surprise Child Connie Cook....................277
55 A Grandma's Heart Anne Forline....................281
56 Falling into Grace David Waterman....................286
57 The Little Biker That Could Karen Hessen....................291
58 Behind Bars Danielle Barrett....................294
59 Swept Away Erika Hoffman....................297
60 Penniless but Not Broke Diane Williams....................301
61 A Long, Rough Ride Jim Coon....................306
62 Empty Coke Bottles Luke Beling....................310
63 Ten Days in Dallas Donna Matthews....................315
64 Marked by Love Sharie Robbins....................320
65 A Divine Hair Appointment Amy von Borstel....................325
66 Connection Anonymous....................331
67 A New Song Jay Cookingham....................336
68 Friday Night Lights Becky Alexander....................340
Afterword....................345
About the Author....................347
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  • Posted May 2, 2013

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    When hard times strike, and they always do, it helps to share th

    When hard times strike, and they always do, it helps to share them with friends and family. Sometimes it provides wisdom when the answers we seek fail to come; sometimes it's a shoulder to cry on when grief and loss are too much for one pair of shoulders to bare the burden alone; other times it's to provide hope when the situation in front of us is simply too much for us to deal with. In the latest inspirational book that is slated to be part of an ongoing series, author Don Jacobson, is compiling those stories that show what happens When God Makes Lemonade from the lemons life deals us. These short stories written by real people teach us all and encourage us that even though we can't always see the good in our storms, God brings about life changing experiences so we might encourage and help others out along the way.

    Don Jacobson begins the book with his own personal story of just how God walked with him when his life literally hung in the balance. Picking up his shotgun and taking a spare moment to venture off into the woods to try it out, Don was more than amazed when his gun malfunctioned and he ended up shooting himself. Failing to leave word behind to his wife of his intentions, his only companion was his dog, Big Boy. Not knowing how bad things really were, he heard the voice of God guiding him along the way. What happens next is something you'll have to pick up the book and read for yourself.

    "The stories in When God Makes Lemonade are from everyday people who are surprised by unexpected sweetness in the midst of sour life circumstances. Why true stories? Because they give us hope, and in these difficult times, most of us don't need to be told to work harder - we're already working as hard as we can! What we need most is to be reminded that God is here working all things together for good.

    So if you're struggling beneath the weight of unemployment, depression, broken relationships, an unexpected death, or any of life's other difficulties, don't give up!

    Though the settings, names and outcomes are unique in each lemonade story, they all say the same thing - you're not alone!

    Yes, stuff happens in life, but so does lemonade, and when it does, it's as refreshing as a cold drink on a hot August day. May you find that kind of refreshment in the stories you read in this heartwarming book, and may God bless you with the courage you need to hold on." (Pg 18.)

    I received When God Makes Lemonade by Don Jacobson compliments of B and B Media Group and Thomas Nelson Publishers for my honest review. I did not receive any monetary compensation for a favorable review. The best part about this book is that each story is unique and each one provides the reader an opportunity to walk in the shoes of each author and see what the long term result was. Too often we think that no one understands just what we're going through, but this book provides friendship in knowing we are not alone in our personal struggles. Sometimes it gives us perspective that others have it worse than what we are dealing with. The best part is the opportunity to share your own story on When God Makes Lemonade's website. Who knows maybe you're story will be published in the next book and the struggles you deal with now, will be used to help someone else who reads them find the light at the end of their own dark tunnel again. I rate this one a 5 out of 5 stars!

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  • Posted April 28, 2013

    I'm not going to lie, I read the description for this book and I

    I'm not going to lie, I read the description for this book and I honestly didn't think that I would be interested. But, being the nerd that I am, I had to read it just to challenge myself, and because I loved the title.

    Ladies, and gentelmen?, let me tell you. I laughed, I cried, I made my mom read a story or two, and I finished reading this book feeling like a different person.

    I cried when I read about a father suffering the loss of a child due to miscarriage, I cried when a teenage girl was raped and her abortion attempts were thwarted THREE times. God spoke to her three times in a row. Can you imagine, hearing that still small voice in your heart the first time? A second? The third and final?

    I was brought to my knees when I read about a little baby girl who saved her family's life.

    Each story was full of emotion, and an overwhelming sense of peace and love for the Almighty Father. Over 40 stories of how God has proven, time and again, how He is always there for us, and loves us unconditionally. The "main author" even tells his story in the first chapter, and it is nothing short of a miracle. He was found after accidentally shooting himself, and just as he's about to give up, he's told "If you can make it to morning, you'll live." And just before sunrise a search party found him lying in the brush.

    This book was so well written, many of the authors are free lance writers themselves, and almost all of them are bloggers

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  • Posted April 2, 2013

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    I am disabled and have some serious back issues that I will now

    I am disabled and have some serious back issues that I will now have to live with the rest of my life, there are no more surgeries that the Doctors can do, my bones break for no reason, and I live in horrific pain every day. I do get in those slumps and start the ‘oh poor me’ and I thank God I chose this book to read and review. When God Makes Lemonade is such a refreshing, up-lifting and inspirational read, once you start reading it you will not want to put it down. I loved the stories from each individual. They will lift you up and give you the inspiration and faith to keep on keeping on. Never give up, keep that faith.

    Don shares his traumatic life event, which led him to write, and thank goodness, he wrote this book. There are stories that will tug at your heartstrings; I found that there some stories in this book that make my problems with my disability look minor. It is true that life can throw us some serious lemons, but as you will read the stories, lemonade can be made from them.

    I was given this book free by Thomas Nelson Publishing via the blogger book review program Booksneeze for an honest un-biased review, I did not receive and compensation for my review. I would like to thank them for giving me the opportunity to read and review this book.

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