For every woman who knows a little chocolate is good for the soul.
Stimulating. Satisfying. Tantilizing. Delicious. Chocolate is that sweet “something extra” that infuses anything ordinary with delectable flavor and zest. In the same way, loving friendships can sweeten a woman’s life and make almost any situation — good or bad — taste even better. Blending true stories and several original choclate recipes with rich biblical examples, Karen Porter explores eight ways that friends can help one another enjoy life — and point each other to the God who made every good and perfect gift — especially chocolate!
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|Title of Family & Relationships eBook: I'll Bring the Chocolate|
|Release Date: 04-23-2009|
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|Publisher: The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group|
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I'll Bring the Chocolate
Everything I ever needed to know about friendship, I learned from I Love Lucy.
- Madelyn Pugh Davis
If you can’t eat all your chocolate, it will keep in the freezer. But if you can’t eat all your chocolate, what’s wrong with you?
- Author Unknown
Our laughter echoed across the mountain as we hopped off the ski lift and turned toward Paradise Bowl. Shadows danced across the packed snow. At the end of the trail my husband, George, tucked and disappeared, and I followed.
Suddenly it happened: the inside corner of my left ski caught a bump in a glistening patch of ice. Secret fears, long hidden since my first ski lesson years ago, rose in my throat. I gulped and pushed forward, pointing my toes inward–resorting to the awkward stance of the beginner. Then I hit ice again. This time I lost my balance and was thrown headlong into the snow. When I finally rolled to a stop, the pretzel-like twist to my leg confirmed the truth: it was broken.
Someone saw me and began to shout, “Help!” Ski instructors and strangers came running. This put into motion a blur of events. Other skiers retrieved my lost poles and skis, and George hiked up the mountain to assist the ski patrol. As they placed me into the rescue basket, every move sent sharp pain screaming through my body. I was afraid to breathe. All the way down the mountain I prayed–first not to hit a bump, and then to thank God for the rescue.
By the time we returned to Texas, my leg was wrapped hip to toe in a gigantic cast.
And that’s when my real lifesavers sprang into action. My girlfriend Kay organized meal deliveries by MOPS members and church fri...