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Giveaway Week!


Having lived in Ohio for about 3 years now, I have learned to embrace the peace and quiet that cold, snowy winters bring. My daughter and I have loved long walks through the quiet woods and crystal clear nights to watch the stars. But we've also enjoyed being indoors more, sipping on broth and tea, catching up on movies, and doing more craft projects.

One of my favorite things to do now on a quiet Saturday morning is turn on some worship or a podcast and color. There is something so comforting about coloring because it takes me back to a simpler time of childhood memories. I love that coloring isn't just for kids anymore. There are so many adult coloring books out there now and they are all beautiful!

Scripture coloring books with tear-out pages and extras like bookmarks and cards to color are my favorite! When I'm done with a picture, I can send it to a friend in a card or hang it on my mirror or fridge to inspire me throughout the week.

This is why I'm so excited to be giving away an adult Scripture coloring-book from The Daily Grace Co.! I wanted to share a little of my Saturday morning coziness with you all.

Head over to my FB page and comment your favorite way to spend time with the Lord for a chance to win!

Blessings!






Comments

Sarah Heath said…
Congrats to Emily and Laura for entering the giveaway! They will each be getting a Scripture coloring book from The Daily Grace Company!

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