He Chose The Nails by Max Lucado

I love to read Lucado. I consider myself to be a Lucado-reader because I try to get my hands on a copy of each of his books and then soak them up like a sponge in new waters. He never has disappointed and this work is no exception.
I have noticed a pattern in his writing. His books can be divided into 2 works. The first half, is inspiration the last half is invitation. I guess thats the preacher in him but hes awesome with a quill.
I fancy the first half of his books every time, because the invitation is something I accepted at age 9.
In this book, as in all of his books; he says something that drives home hope and inspiration for me. This time, it came early on when he was telling about a time he left his dog in the house all day alone and the dog got into the trash even though it knew better. When he came home, he understood why the dog did it and cleaned up the mess. But the dog hid away all day, not realizing Max had already cleaned up his mess and was not angry with the dog.
Max points out that we are like the dog, forgetting that God has already forgiven us, cleaned up our mess of sin with the blood of Christ and is not angry with us but rather wishes we would come home to His love.
Lucado starts cooking on page 20 and stays wound up all the way to the end.
His examples are real life or could be real life and he as always, inspires the soul like a warm bowl of chicken noodle on a snowy day.
I just can not recommend Lucado enough and this book is one of his best.