All Shall Be Well

I made the mistake of reading Catherine McNiel’s All Shall Be Well on a camping trip—without a pen or highlighter handy.

Result? Dog ears. Many dog ears.

By the time I finished, the bent pages were not unlike biblical stacks of stones, each marking an intersect with God—and unveiled by a writer so aware, so present, that I found myself catching my breath with awe.

Needless to say, I’d hike with this author any day, just to hear her connect the rhythms and details of the natural world to God’s tender nearness, wisdom, sovereignty, power and love. Throughout All Shall Be Well, she mines the created world, connects it to daily life, and extracts holy gems of wisdom and truth I want to carry in my pockets—and in my bones.

Please read this book only when you’ve shut impatience in a drawer, when you’ve banished your hurry to the basement. This book warrants a meditative pace, a lingerer’s style, a fine diner’s palate. Chew slowly and well. You’ll be nourished and blessed.

This is a book I’ll return to often.

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And IN AN EGGSHELL, other posts from this past week:

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When you’re gassed.

“But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.”

—Isaiah 40:31

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Exposed.