Books with author Huebner

Worry has a way of growing, shifting from not-a-big-deal to a VERY BIG DEAL in the blink of an eye. This big-deal Worry is tricky, luring children into behaviours that keep the anxiety cycle going. Children often find it hard to fight back against Worry, but not anymore. Outsmarting Worry teaches 9-13 year olds and the adults who care about them a specific set of skills that makes it easier to face - and overcome - worries and fears. Smart, practical, proven techniques are presented in language immediately accessible to children with an emphasis on shifting from knowing to doing, from worried to happy and free.

When children learn about something bad that has happened - even when they hear only bits and pieces of it - their brains get busy trying to make sense of it. "Something Bad Happened" guides children ages 6 to 12 and the adults who care about them through tough conversations about news of large-scale disasters, addressing questions such as: "Where did it happen?" "Why did it happen?" And, "Will it happen again?" Feelings such as sadness, fear and confusion are normalized, and coping tools provided. For children and parents to read together, this helpful resource by child psychologist and best-selling author Dawn Huebner provides comfort, support and action plans for children learning about troubling world events.

Be a part of all the adventure with Nat and Ruth Barton, who see everything in their life change overnight and are launched into the unknown. Little did they think that helping missionaries would turn into the adventure of a lifetime. While living aboard and sailing to tropical destinations, they encounter pirates, spies, witchdoctors, and experience things beyond their wildest imagination.In this boxed set you get books 1 thru 4 including:"Change in the Wind", the first of the Barton Family Adventures where not only will you learn how it all began, but be caught up in a suspenseful hijacking."Voodoo Encounter" where on the island of Haiti the Barton's encounter a local witchdoctor and his voodoo tricks that are directly countered with a true higher power. And right in the middle of it all, a natural disaster seemingly complicates, but ultimately reveals everything."Treasure Hunt" ... the journey continues when Nat and Ruth visit modern day Kingston, Jamaica … the site of old world Port Royal. Follow the clues with them in an adventurous mystery where they cross paths with a ruthless band of treasure hunters looking for the cache long rumored to have been hidden by Captain Henry Morgan himself."Escape" starts as an average cruise sailing through the Caribbean but ends with the Barton's caught in a storm, being blown off course, and captured by the Cuban authorities. All hope seems to be lost as they find themselves locked away in a gloomy prison cell. Escape may just be possible when a mysterious figure from their past emerges.The Barton Family Adventures are filled with Christian values and designed to be eBook adventures you can trust while connecting with the kid in everyone. They are a great read for parents, for your independent reader, or for everyone together as you read it aloud with the family. Middle grade readers, teachers, parents, and grandparents will all be pulled into the journey and adventure from the very beginning.

Join Nat and Ruth Barton, who see everything in their life change overnight and are launched into the unknown. Little did they think that helping missionaries would turn into the adventure of a lifetime. While living aboard and sailing to tropical destinations, they encounter pirates, spies, witchdoctors, and experience things beyond their wildest imagination.In this, the first of the Barton Family Adventures, learn how it all began. Learn how everything was turned upside down, how they came to live on board a sailboat, and how their first adventure landed them in the hands of modern day pirates and boat thieves. Their faith and trust in the Lord is put to the test as they wonder if rescue will come in time.Book excerpt:The darkness was barely gray, not yet really changing from black. Why was I even aware of it? It must have been early, just about daybreak when the sunlight is struggling to push out the shadows. Didn’t I just go to bed? All I wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep. Just a little while longer and then I might get up.Instantly I was awake as I realized we were moving!When a boat is tied to the dock, it will rock back and forth rhythmically with the waves. The feel of a boat in motion is different. Everything was silent. The engine wasn’t running. If dad had decided to set off early, he would have started the engines to move out of the waterway. But that didn’t make sense. He wanted us to test handling the boat as crew. He would have wanted us on deck as we cast off.Why were we moving? Were we drifting? Had we somehow broken loose from the dock during the night?I thought about that for a minute, but that didn’t make sense either. If we were adrift, there would be no pattern to our movements, but we were definitely moving in one direction. There was purpose in our going forward.I don’t know what urged me to do so, but I slowly, silently eased out of bed. My bare feet hit the cool floor and I cautiously edged to the door feeling for the handle. It turned easily and I slowly cracked the door open only about an inch.Through the skylight in the pilothouse, I could make out the mast above outlined against the gray background. There was no sail unfurled. How could we be moving ahead and in one direction with no sail and no engine running?Something was very wrong here.I could make out the shadowy form of a human figure behind the wheel. Who is that? I strained to make out some kind of detail. Is that dad? I didn’t think so. Dad is taller, I think. There was movement to the right. There was the figure of someone moving from the bow past the pilothouse windows and into the cockpit. Now it looked like there were two people I didn’t know aboard.I closed the door and sat on the edge of my bunk with my mind racing. How could the boat be moving? Who was behind the wheel? What was going on? Where was dad?I decided to take another look out my door. They were still there in the cockpit. I had to know what was going on and where dad was. I opened the door just enough so that I could get through and without a sound closed it behind me. I stood motionless for a few seconds to make sure that I was hidden in the darkness of the cabin and couldn’t be seen from the outside. Once I was sure, I crouched as low as I could and began to work my way forward through the salon. My eyes were adjusting to the dark and I could make out some shapes, but I didn’t make a move without first feeling my way.I didn’t dare lift my head. I didn’t want whoever it was out there to see me. The door slowly swung open and someone came out. It was still too dark to see who it was, but I had to do something.

What if a witchdoctor tried to put a voodoo curse on you? Join Nat and Ruth Barton in their continuing adventure to help missionaries around the world. This time they are on the island of Haiti where their encounters with a local witchdoctor and his voodoo tricks will be directly countered with a true higher power. And right in the middle of it all, a natural disaster seemingly complicates, but ultimately reveals everything.Book excerpt:My eyes had adjusted to the darkening surroundings and to the fire. I could see that stretched along the open front of the stable was a cord or rope. Hanging from it by their feet was a row of dead chickens. It shouldn’t have seemed that strange to me because I had seen the same thing in the marketplace right next to the vegetables, but somehow in this eerie lighting it seemed gruesome. The red glow of the fire and the blood on their white feathers simply added to the weirdness of the scene.I decided not to look that direction any further and instead started to look at the people around the fire. All of them were men, and they were either seated on the ground or squatted in a circle around the fire except for the one. Each had long hair that mostly hid their face while they kept their eyes down. They were bobbing their heads up and down in time with the continuous beating drum. Their chanting was monotonous and had seemed to grow louder and louder.I couldn’t completely make it out from where I was because the bongo player was in the way, but it looked like they were roasting a pig or something over the fire.I leaned out just a little from the tree I was behind to try to get a better view of what they were cooking. The timing was such that just when I did, the man who had been dancing came around the edge of the fire and was facing my direction. I don’t know if he had seen my movement, but he came to a dead stop and ceased his chanting. He had long scraggly hair that seemed to be going in every direction all at once. His dark skin had been painted with white streaks so that it glowed in the strange lighting. His eyes had white circles painted around them, and his face was also streaked giving it a fluorescent appearance. But the part that made my blood stand still was that his eyes were fixed straight toward my position.I instantly froze. I didn’t know what was going on, but I suddenly realized that I didn’t really want to know or to get any closer. After what seemed an eternity but was probably only ten or fifteen seconds, he began again to dance in his halting way around the circle of fire.At this point, the only thought I had was that I wanted to get out of there, but I was afraid to move. What if I had been spotted or they just suspected that someone was there? If I moved again, I might be seen. And now I was starting to wonder if I had stumbled onto some kind of twisted ritual that wasn’t for anyone to see.My nerves were wound tighter than that endless bongo drum when I suddenly felt a hand wrapped over my mouth and at the same time another around my waist. My heart stopped! A burst of fear gripped me! I just knew that I’d been caught and was now going to be roasted alive.

Did the famous pirate, Captain Henry Morgan, really hide a treasure from his crew and everyone else? The journey continues when Nat and Ruth visit modern day Kingston, Jamaica … the site of old world Port Royal. Follow the clues with them in an adventurous mystery where they cross paths with a ruthless band of treasure hunters looking for the cache long rumored to have been hidden by Captain Henry Morgan himself.The Barton Family Adventures are filled with Christian values and designed to be eBook adventures you can trust while connecting with the kid in everyone. They are a great read for parents, for your independent reader, or for everyone together as you read it aloud with the family. Middle grade readers, teachers, parents, and grandparents will all be pulled into the hunt for glittering gold pieces of eight from the very beginning.

What if you found yourself in prison, or lived in a place where they outlawed going to church? That's exactly where the Barton's find themselves when what started as an average cruise sailing through the Caribbean ends with them caught in a storm, being blown off course, and captured by the Cuban authorities. All hope seems to be lost as they find themselves locked away in a gloomy prison cell. But that's when a mysterious figure from their past emerges to help them escape and find a way off the island. Join Nat and Ruth as they learn more about trusting God even in the midst of an unknown future. The Barton Family Adventures are filled with Christian values and designed to be eBook adventures you can trust while connecting with the kid in everyone. They are a great read for parents, for your independent reader, or for everyone together as you read it aloud with the family. Middle grade readers, teachers, parents, and grandparents will all be pulled into the chase from the very beginning.

Join Nat and Ruth Barton, who see everything in their life change overnight and are launched into the unknown. Little did they think that helping missionaries would turn into the adventure of a lifetime. While living aboard and sailing to tropical destinations, they encounter pirates, spies, witchdoctors, and experience things beyond their wildest imagination.In this, the first of the Barton Family Adventures, learn how it all began. Learn how everything was turned upside down, how they came to live on board a sailboat, and how their first adventure landed them in the hands of modern day pirates and boat thieves. Their faith and trust in the Lord is put to the test as they wonder if rescue will come in time.Book excerpt:The darkness was barely gray, not yet really changing from black. Why was I even aware of it? It must have been early, just about daybreak when the sunlight is struggling to push out the shadows. Didn’t I just go to bed? All I wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep. Just a little while longer and then I might get up.Instantly I was awake as I realized we were moving!When a boat is tied to the dock, it will rock back and forth rhythmically with the waves. The feel of a boat in motion is different. Everything was silent. The engine wasn’t running. If dad had decided to set off early, he would have started the engines to move out of the waterway. But that didn’t make sense. He wanted us to test handling the boat as crew. He would have wanted us on deck as we cast off.Why were we moving? Were we drifting? Had we somehow broken loose from the dock during the night?I thought about that for a minute, but that didn’t make sense either. If we were adrift, there would be no pattern to our movements, but we were definitely moving in one direction. There was purpose in our going forward.I don’t know what urged me to do so, but I slowly, silently eased out of bed. My bare feet hit the cool floor and I cautiously edged to the door feeling for the handle. It turned easily and I slowly cracked the door open only about an inch.Through the skylight in the pilothouse, I could make out the mast above outlined against the gray background. There was no sail unfurled. How could we be moving ahead and in one direction with no sail and no engine running?Something was very wrong here.I could make out the shadowy form of a human figure behind the wheel. Who is that? I strained to make out some kind of detail. Is that dad? I didn’t think so. Dad is taller, I think. There was movement to the right. There was the figure of someone moving from the bow past the pilothouse windows and into the cockpit. Now it looked like there were two people I didn’t know aboard.I closed the door and sat on the edge of my bunk with my mind racing. How could the boat be moving? Who was behind the wheel? What was going on? Where was dad?I decided to take another look out my door. They were still there in the cockpit. I had to know what was going on and where dad was. I opened the door just enough so that I could get through and without a sound closed it behind me. I stood motionless for a few seconds to make sure that I was hidden in the darkness of the cabin and couldn’t be seen from the outside. Once I was sure, I crouched as low as I could and began to work my way forward through the salon. My eyes were adjusting to the dark and I could make out some shapes, but I didn’t make a move without first feeling my way.I didn’t dare lift my head. I didn’t want whoever it was out there to see me. The door slowly swung open and someone came out. It was still too dark to see who it was, but I had to do something.

Did the famous pirate, Captain Henry Morgan, really hide a treasure from his crew and everyone else? The journey continues when Nat and Ruth visit modern day Kingston, Jamaica … the site of old world Port Royal. Follow the clues with them in an adventurous mystery where they cross paths with a ruthless band of treasure hunters looking for the cache long rumored to have been hidden by Captain Henry Morgan himself.The Barton Family Adventures are filled with Christian values and designed to be eBook adventures you can trust while connecting with the kid in everyone. They are a great read for parents, for your independent reader, or for everyone together as you read it aloud with the family. Middle grade readers, teachers, parents, and grandparents will all be pulled into the hunt for glittering gold pieces of eight from the very beginning.

What if you found yourself in prison, or lived in a place where they outlawed going to church? That's exactly where the Barton's find themselves when what started as an average cruise sailing through the Caribbean ends with them caught in a storm, being blown off course, and captured by the Cuban authorities. All hope seems to be lost as they find themselves locked away in a gloomy prison cell. But that's when a mysterious figure from their past emerges to help them escape and find a way off the island. Join Nat and Ruth as they learn more about trusting God even in the midst of an unknown future. The Barton Family Adventures are filled with Christian values and designed to be eBook adventures you can trust while connecting with the kid in everyone. They are a great read for parents, for your independent reader, or for everyone together as you read it aloud with the family. Middle grade readers, teachers, parents, and grandparents will all be pulled into the chase from the very beginning.

What if a witchdoctor tried to put a voodoo curse on you? Join Nat and Ruth Barton in their continuing adventure to help missionaries around the world. This time they are on the island of Haiti where their encounters with a local witchdoctor and his voodoo tricks will be directly countered with a true higher power. And right in the middle of it all, a natural disaster seemingly complicates, but ultimately reveals everything.Book excerpt:My eyes had adjusted to the darkening surroundings and to the fire. I could see that stretched along the open front of the stable was a cord or rope. Hanging from it by their feet was a row of dead chickens. It shouldn’t have seemed that strange to me because I had seen the same thing in the marketplace right next to the vegetables, but somehow in this eerie lighting it seemed gruesome. The red glow of the fire and the blood on their white feathers simply added to the weirdness of the scene.I decided not to look that direction any further and instead started to look at the people around the fire. All of them were men, and they were either seated on the ground or squatted in a circle around the fire except for the one. Each had long hair that mostly hid their face while they kept their eyes down. They were bobbing their heads up and down in time with the continuous beating drum. Their chanting was monotonous and had seemed to grow louder and louder.I couldn’t completely make it out from where I was because the bongo player was in the way, but it looked like they were roasting a pig or something over the fire.I leaned out just a little from the tree I was behind to try to get a better view of what they were cooking. The timing was such that just when I did, the man who had been dancing came around the edge of the fire and was facing my direction. I don’t know if he had seen my movement, but he came to a dead stop and ceased his chanting. He had long scraggly hair that seemed to be going in every direction all at once. His dark skin had been painted with white streaks so that it glowed in the strange lighting. His eyes had white circles painted around them, and his face was also streaked giving it a fluorescent appearance. But the part that made my blood stand still was that his eyes were fixed straight toward my position.I instantly froze. I didn’t know what was going on, but I suddenly realized that I didn’t really want to know or to get any closer. After what seemed an eternity but was probably only ten or fifteen seconds, he began again to dance in his halting way around the circle of fire.At this point, the only thought I had was that I wanted to get out of there, but I was afraid to move. What if I had been spotted or they just suspected that someone was there? If I moved again, I might be seen. And now I was starting to wonder if I had stumbled onto some kind of twisted ritual that wasn’t for anyone to see.My nerves were wound tighter than that endless bongo drum when I suddenly felt a hand wrapped over my mouth and at the same time another around my waist. My heart stopped! A burst of fear gripped me! I just knew that I’d been caught and was now going to be roasted alive.