"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me" (Ps. 23:4). This verse quickly became a resounding theme in Iris Stober's life. The little farm girl from Iowa traded the simple, country landscape for a life filled with adventure and emotional challenges. Relive her journey as she follows her dreams and travels the world, trusting in God for all her needs. In her unfailing commitment to God's will for her life, Iris faced some of the hardest experiences one can imagine. From something as simple as choosing a career path to the dreadful reality of losing most of her family, Iris looked for God in every situation. Through the good times and bad, Iris found that God consistently took care of her, and He still does today! God Leads in Perplexities, Joys, and Sorrows is the life story of Iris Stober, a woman whose faith was tested but who stood strong and held onto the hand of God through her darkest hour.

A philosopher argues that we know little about our own inner lives. Do you dream in color? If you answer Yes, how can you be sure? Before you recount your vivid memory of a dream featuring all the colors of the rainbow, consider that in the 1950s researchers found that most people reported dreaming in black and white. In the 1960s, when most movies were in color and more people had color television sets, the vast majority of reported dreams contained color. The most likely explanation for this, according to the philosopher Eric Schwitzgebel, is not that exposure to black-and-white media made people misremember their dreams. It is that we simply don't know whether or not we dream in color. In Perplexities of Consciousness, Schwitzgebel examines various aspects of inner life (dreams, mental imagery, emotions, and other subjective phenomena) and argues that we know very little about our stream of conscious experience. Drawing broadly from historical and recent philosophy and psychology to examine such topics as visual perspective, and the unreliability of introspection, Schwitzgebel finds us singularly inept in our judgments about conscious experience.