"...Children should be required to do what little they do, well, or at least as well as they can; they should not be commended for things which cost them no effort, and even in their play they should be expected to take pains. Do not praise a careless scribble or smudge of paint, or some senseless erection of blocks, whenever they are offered to your notice. The child will soon feel that your praise is of little value, that you give it because you take no interest in what he does and have no standard in regard to it. This will diminish his own interest and destroy his belief in himself much more than tardy recognition of merit would do." Parent's Review, edited by Charlotte Mason
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Collected Poems written by Charlotte Mason graduate Bryana Johnson Now available in paperback and KINDLE
"This collection is a feast, and it goes to show that although God said 'not many wise are called,' a few do get through."
- Andrée Seu Peterson, Senior Writer, WORLD Magazine
"Bryana Johnson's first collection of poetry establishes her as a Christian poet who communicates the gutsy, bleeding beat of life and death...restoring our confidence that there are poets who labor over the word, and who have something to say that the world needs to hear."
- Nathan Harms, Director, Utmost Christian Writers Foundation
"These poems are works of elegance...In a voice both compassionate and compelling, Bryana presents her readers with works that examine what it means to be human and how our very faults and foibles can, in the end, become instruments of grace."
- Wendy Galgan, editor of Assisi
“Then he breathed upon me and took away the trembling from my limbs and caused me to stand upon my feet. And after that, he said not much, but that we should meet again, and I must go further up and further in. Then he turned him about in a storm and flurry of gold and was gone suddenly.
And since then, O Kings and Ladies, I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog-”
The Last Battle, C.S. Lewis