GNM Christian Books For Kids ad: Finish the Whole List

Five grandkids. Three houses. One checkout. That's how I finished my whole Christmas list last year, at my kitchen table, in about ten minutes. And for the first time, nothing I gave them was broken by New Year's. My name is Darlene Hutchins. I'm 67. I was a school secretary in Springfield, Missouri, for 31 years. I have five grandkids, and not one of them lives in my house. Mason is 7 and Ellie is 4. They're in Tulsa with my son. Noah and Grace are 5. Twins. They're up in Kansas City with my daughter. And little June is 3. She lives twenty minutes from me with my youngest. Every November I sit down with a yellow legal pad and write five names. Then I spend a month trying to make five different gifts look equal. You'd think that's easy. It isn't. Two years ago the Tulsa box was bigger than the Kansas City box. My daughter didn't say a word. She didn't have to. I saw her face when she saw it on FaceTime, and I felt it for a week. So the next year I bought five toys that were all about the same size. A remote control truck. A unicorn that sings. A slime kit. A game for the tablet. A drum. On January 2nd I was standing in my son's garage, looking at that truck in the trash bin with one wheel snapped off. The unicorn's batteries were in the TV remote. The slime was in the carpet. And not one thing I gave those kids was about Jesus. That's the part that kept me up. Because I'm the one who says Christmas is about Jesus. Every year. Out loud. At the table. I did try to fix it. One year I bought each grandkid one Bible storybook off the church book table. They were nice. They were also one book each. Read once, then lost under a bed. Then I signed Mason up for a monthly book club, and realized the other four got nothing in the mail. June's mom asked me, very sweetly, if June could have one too. I canceled it in March. After that I gave up and sent gift cards. My son spent his on socks. I don't blame him. But socks are not what I want those kids to remember about their grandma. Last October I was at Wednesday Bible study, and I said all of this out loud to my friend Bev Kowalski. Bev has six grandkids in four houses, so she knew exactly what I meant. She pulled out her phone and showed me a video her daughter-in-law sent. Her granddaughter, maybe 5, sitting on the floor with a little square book, sounding out "With Jesus I Am Brave." Bev said, "That's the With Jesus series. Eleven books in a set. Every house got the same one." I asked her how in the world she paid for that. She said, "Buy two sets and the third one's free. Three sets for $118. It comes off in the cart. I didn't even need a code." I'll be honest. I didn't believe her. Eleven books for $59 a set? I figured they'd be flimsy little pamphlets. And "buy two, get one free" usually has a catch. Usually a subscription. I'd already been burned by one of those. That night I put my reading glasses on and looked it up myself. One-time purchase. No subscription. Free shipping. A 30-day money-back guarantee. I put two sets in the cart, added a third, and the total said $118. Three identical sets. 33 books. One checkout. It took less time than finding a parking spot at the mall in December. When the box came, I opened one set on my kitchen table before I wrapped a thing. Square paperbacks. Bright painted covers, a different child on every one. I Am Brave. I Share. I Tell the Truth. I Don't Give Up. I Am Thankful. Each one is a short story where Jesus is with a child in a real struggle. Being scared. Not wanting to share. Telling a lie. Each one ends with a Bible verse and a little talk for the parent. I read I Am Brave standing at the counter, before my coffee got cold. Then I read I Give, the Christmas one, with the two kids in winter hats passing a green present. I cried a little at that one. I'm not ashamed to say it. Then I wrapped them. Same red paper. Same gold ribbon. Three stacks, exactly alike. I wrote "Tulsa," "Kansas City," and "June" on the tags. For the first time in years, nobody's box was bigger than anybody else's. On January 3rd my son FaceTimed me from Tulsa. Mason was on the couch reading I Don't Give Up to Ellie, with his finger under every word. Half the toys from Christmas morning were already in a bin in the garage. The books were on the couch. A week later my daughter texted from Kansas City: "The twins make us read two every night. Grace quoted I Share at dinner." And June, my 3-year-old, calls I Give "Grandma's book." That's the grandma I wanted to be. Not the one who brings stuff. The one who brings Jesus into the house, the same way into every house. So if your list has more than one house on it, here's what I'd tell you. It's the With Jesus Series Bundle, 11 books, by Best-Selling Author G.L. Charles. One set is $59, marked down from $165. That's $5.36 a book. Buy 2 sets and the 3rd is free: 3 sets for $118. It comes off automatically in the cart. No code. Free shipping. It ships in 1 business day. 30-day money-back guarantee. Over 75,000 copies sold, and 33 of them went out from my kitchen table. Every house gets the same 11 books. Nobody gets favored. Your list is done in one go. 👉 Tap below to get yours and finish your whole list in one checkout. P.S. I told my cousin Ruth about it at Thanksgiving. She has nieces and nephews in three different houses, two of them out of state. She ordered the three sets on her phone at my kitchen table, before the pie was cut. She texted me in January: "Every toy I bought the year before is broken. Every one of these books is still on a nightstand." Then she ordered more for her neighbor's grandkids. Dramatization based on customer experiences. Individual results vary.