Cheryce Berg, member of the Board of Missions, would be sure to have these books with her on that island.

The Bible, because "His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, by which he has granted to us his precious and very great and very great promises. . ."
(2 Peter 1:3-4a)

Hudson Taylor by J. Hudson Taylor, because "The cold, and even the hunger, the watchings and sleeplessness of nights of danger, and the feeling at times of utter isolation and helplessness, were well and wisely chosen, and tenderly and lovingly meted out. What circumstances could have rendered the Word of God sweeter, and the presence of God so real, the help of God so precious? They were times, indeed, of emptying and humbling, but were experiences that made not ashamed, and that strengthened purpose to go forward as God might direct, with His proved promise, 'I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee."'

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, because "I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest—blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband's life as fully as he is mine."

The Weight of Glory, by C.S. Lewis, because it reminds me that "There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal...[lt] is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit— immortal horrors or everlasting splendors."

The Gardener by Sarah Stewart, because I find hope in tiny Lydia Grace's words: "I've tried to remember everything you ever taught me about beauty," as she transforms a dreary rooftop into a garden during the Depression.

Morning and Evening by Charles H. Spurgeon (revised by Alistair Begg), because each day it feeds me with words such as "The more burdens we put on His shoulders, the more precious He will be to us."

At Home in Mitford by Jan Karon because Father Tim keeps me smiling and models the prayer that never fails: "Thy will be done."

The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis, because it reminds me of Christ when Aslan tells Shasta, "There was only one lion.. .I was the lion.. .who forced you to join Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you."

Finally, Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne, because Pooh makes me laugh and cry at the same time with words like, "How lucky I am to have something that makes saying good-bye so hard."