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Library Lady’s Kid Lit, January 6
Remembrancy, January 7
Debbie’s Dusty Deliberations, January 8
Simple Harvest Reads, January 8 (Guest Review from Donna Cline)
Fiction Book Lover, January 9 (Guest Review from Marilyn Ridgway)
Adventures of a Travelers wife, January 10
Sara Jane Jacobs, January 10
deb’s Book Review, January 11
Spoken from the Heart, January 11
Older & Smarter?, January 12
Texas Book-aholic, January 13
Mary Hake, January 13
Splashes of Joy, January 14
Ashley’s Clean Book Reviews, January 14
Inklings and notions, January 15
Locks, Hooks and Books, January 16
Stephanie’s Life of Determination, January 16
For Him and My Family, January 17
Southern Gal Loves to Read, January 17
Artistic Nobody, January 19 (Guest Review from Joni Truex)
Vicky Sluiter, January 19
About the Book
Book: I Spy a Tiger
Author: Clyde San Juan
Genre: Children’s Picture Book
Worship daily in rhyme, reading I Spy a Tiger with the young ones in your life. On this colorful journey, introduce them to some of the beloved characters Adam named into the Animal Kingdom, God’s awesome design, along with a bit of His humor too! I Spy a Tiger invites young and old alike,
“There is so much for us to see and explore! Go on … have a look … it’s right out your door!”
Click here to get your copy!
About the Author
With the anticipation of the momentous arrival of a first grandchild, the August, 2020 Redemption Press relaunch of his Children’s Book, I Spy a Tiger, he’s seeing the book in a different light.
More from Clyde
“I’ve been blessed to be able to combine visual conceptualization with writing. Right from the get-go, nothing but an exciting synergy leading into any project! Is it the writing, or the illustration that incites a certain section or aspect of a book? At every turn, a toss up, but the reciprocalities are always movement forward.
I Spy a Tiger, a project my wife and I collaborated on while our boys, Tyler and Bryce were little was a bright season of creativity and joy I’ll always cherish. Anne, writing the first draft while I designed and executed the layout and illustrations and later, contributing copy rewrites and additions.
Birthdays, anniversaries, intertwined with school, sports, scouting and all the natural inevitabilities maturing families encounter, quickly moved us into cascading seasons of life. Unceremoniously, I Spy, was slipped “underneath the bed,” along with some forgotten toys, for quite some time until, finally, its first edition was published in 2008.
The seasons of life are many. And what we see, looking back over the years of our family’s tapestry, are divine gold filaments of God, indelibly sown in and amongst our bound human threads.
We easily see it with all the good, but also, in all the not so good, despite our choices in self-power and self-will. Testimonies to His providence in all the victories, but more glorious, His presence with each advent of His protective shield through our trials. Grace and mercy ever present throughout the entirety of our family’s legacy.
And now, with this latest season, in the only way a good God can, I’m seeing I Spy’s second edition in a different light! We’re all anticipating a first grandson, due in December. And come Spring, 2021, another grandchild! With impeccable timing, more golden threads of His glory spun and sown in!
What fun, my new life as a Grampy, highlighted by the first reading of I Spy with grandson, Sonny! And in the blink of an eye, another baby San Juan in April.
The blessings of reading of a book together with the little ones in your lives are eternal. Miraculous, serendipitous, laughter laden moments forever! In this fast-paced, virtual world, the interactive hands-on intimacy of a book between an inquisitive child and a nurturing parent or guardian, represent three cords of love coming together in a strong, invincible bond.
Close fellowship like this can only help edify families and relationships; never losing its high place in championing childhood imaginations.”
Last night, I went outside, experiencing the first nip of the new season and was prompted to a romantic ditty . . .
frosty mornings with steaming mugs of cocoa.
piles of fiery leaves tromped through, buffeted
about in all directions . . .
listening to the wind, I sketch in the shadows
that cling to every detail like the lichen . . .
and when I run with that fox, flash of reddish fur,
to the place where the great owl sleeps,
tell me of the honkings of Canadian Geese overhead.