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Book Signing Event

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    Today was a wonderful day where Lagron Miller Co. in Peoria, IL sponsored a Book Signing Event for me.      My first book From Death to New Life: The Transformation of a Soul  is compilation of nearly 150 poems that I have written since I was in high school and is arranged in a way that tells my life's story without really telling the story. Lagron Miller will be carrying my book for $20.      Thank you to all those who came out for the event. It was a huge success. 

Pre-Order A Caterpillar's Journey

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      It's time to pre-order A Caterpillar's Journey  for $16. You can do so by emailing kimberly.souba@gmail.com.      A Caterpillar's Journey  is the first children's book I've written and is about a caterpillar who wants to be a butterfly but listens to the all the outside voices about how she is not good enough until he begins to hear the Father's voice encouraging her to ignore all the negativity and to keep moving forward.      This is the first children's book in a series written by myself and illustrated by Alaina Selzler of Jamestown, ND. 

Who Is Your Person?

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Have you ever thought to yourself, "I wonder what babies think when they look at you making goofy faces at them?" Or have you ever stopped to just observe the wonder of a child? Your mind can take you in oh so many places. Over the last several days I had the pleasure of spending time with my 10-month-old Goddaughter and her parents. There were lots of kisses, ahhing and ooo-ing, and making silly sounds and faces. But...there were also times that I found myself just looking at her thinking what it must be like to be 10-months old and literally not have a care in the world because she knew that her parents and Godmother would dote over every single thing she did whether it was crinkling her nose, babbling uncontrollably while kicking her legs in the swing, or crying because she was overtired and missed her momma who ran some errands. As a young child, I do not recall being doted over by anyone except my own Godparent, my uncle, on the rare occasions that I would see him. But a