Book Review: Treasured


Title: Treasured

Subtitle: Knowing God by the Things He Keeps

Author: Leigh McLeroy

Publisher’s Synopsis: Cigar boxes. Refrigerator doors. Scrapbooks and sock drawers and top shelves. These are the places we store our treasures–the keepsakes that tell the story of whom and what we’ve loved, how we’ve lived, and what matters most to us.

God is a collector, too, whose treasures are tucked securely into the pages of his book: a golden bell here, an olive leaf there, a scarlet thread, a blood-stained cloth, a few grains of barley. Each of these saved artifacts reveals a facet of his heart and tells the story of a Father whose most precious possession is…us.

In Treasured, Leigh McLeroy considers tangible reminders of God’s active presence and guides us in discovering evidence in our own lives of his attentive love.

There is so much I want to say about this book– much I need to say about this book.  It started out with an interesting vignette about receiving a box of her grandfather’s things after he passed away.  Nothing very exciting in the box, but precious because they belonged to him.    I expected heartwarming little stories that would fit perfectly in Guideposts and similar things, sprinkled with coordinating homilies.

Was I in for a surprise.  I usually read these books, review them, and then give them away.  My theory is, if I want to read them again, I’ll buy them.  It helps the author and I know that I want it because I’ve already read it.  I’m not giving this book up.  I’m going to need to read and reread it several times to get out of it what it has for me to learn and experience.

The author, Leigh McLeroy, has the amazing ability to reach through the pages, brush the hair out of your pain-riddled eyes, and brush your heartstrings with the Word in ways you’ve never experienced.  I want to sit and talk with her.  I want to take her out somewhere semi-private (so I dont’ creep her out!) and just talk.  I want to pour my heart out to her and see what she thinks of what I have to say.  Why?

This woman touched a part of my soul that I didn’t know exists.   Through her experiences, her mastery with words, and her use of the Word, she opened a whole new part of me that I don’t quite know what to do with yet.  I keep wanting to ask her questions.  Did she know this would happen?  Did she know that her book had the ability to make such a huge impact on lives?  Did she know that she’d leave women open, raw, and yet alive in whole new ways?

I can’t tell you what is in the book.  I can say I didn’t notice theology problems, undertones of feminism, or political issues that shook me and said “WHAT”.  Nothing.  I know there are probably things in this book that I don’t agree with, but I don’t know them.  My world has been rocked too deeply to see anything else.  I keep finding myself praying, thinking, feeling– yes me, I’ve been feeling– and experincing life in a way I never have before.

Buy the book.  Read it.  Then come back and tell me if it just happened to be the right words on the right day by the right person, or if this book is really as wonderful and special to anyone else as it is to me.  To the author Leigh McLeroy, thank you for writing this book.  I am so grateful, I can’t put it into words.  To Waterbrook who provided this book for review, you just made a difference in the life of a very weary woman.  Thank you.

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