Have you ever tried reading the right book at the wrong time? It might be a great book, well written, highly recommended, but you just can’t get into it?

When I graduated from high school, my soon-to-be brother-in-law gave me a copy of R.C. Sproul’s The Holiness of God. He tucked a note inside about how this book forever changed the way he viewed God. I remember sitting in the hall outside of my freshman dorm room trying to read it. It wasn’t that I didn’t understand it, but I just wasn’t ready for it yet.

Right book, wrong time.

About a year later, I was ready, and that book played an integral part in the grand shift of my worldview and theology.

Right book, right time.

I’m about to finish Emily Freeman’s first book, Grace for the Good Girl. I bought it back in 2011, after my first counseling session following the death of my mom. I hadn’t known it until my counselor said it in response to something I said in that session, but when he said, “Oh, you’re a good girl then?” it made complete and total sense to me. Of course I am. So I bought her book, read a couple of chapters, and set it aside.

Right book, wrong time.

I picked it up again in November and I’m underlining and journaling and finding her words perfectly describing the “try-hard” girl I’ve always been.

Right book, right time.

Have you experienced this phenomenon?


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