Wildflower or Weed?

 

By Marilyn Turk

Am I a Weed or a Wildflower?

When I go for a walk in our neighborhood, I head for the nature trail, preferring trees and greenery to asphalt and concrete. One of the benefits of the trail is the opportunity to discover wildflowers that appear unbidden and unexpectedly in a natural habitat.

I love their intricate details and lovely colors – their presence brings me joy. And I’m reminded that mankind did not plant them there. Only our Creator placed them where he wanted them as he designed the landscape. I can imagine how, as an artist, he proudly appointed each flower its place in his piece of art. They were not accidents. They were not afterthoughts. They were no less important than any other plant or flower in the world.

A friend of mine has several acres of land. A gardener herself, she took pictures of the wildflowers on her land. Then she mowed them down, deeming their presence unwanted, relegating them to the status of less desirable weeds.

Who decided whether a flower is a weed or not? Obviously, horticulturists picked and chose certain plants to promote and others to relegate as unwanted. But what did the Master Gardener think about each plant? What was its unique purpose?

Unfortunately, man has a way of judging whether people are worthy or not as well. Some are considered flowers while others are relegated as weeds. But could a weed become worthwhile? We’ve learned that certain wildflowers are necessary to bees and bees are necessary to pollination. Without the wildflowers, the bees are disappearing. So now, gardeners are being encouraged to plant the wildflowers they once thought unimportant.

Thank God, He accepts me whether man thinks I’m a weed or a flower. Because He believed I was redeemable, no matter what others thought. No matter what I thought.

He redeemed me and made me a “lily of the field.”

“So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” Matthew 6:28-20

A weed in my garden I kept.

Single flower on weed. Isn’t it lovely?

 

 

 

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Our Past Shapes Who We Are by Margaret Daley

Our Past Shapes Who We Are

By Margaret Daley

In Lone Star Christmas Rescuemy heroine is found passed out in Big Bend National Park by the hero, Texas Ranger Drake Jackson. “Kay” has amnesia and doesn’t know how she ended up there with a baby. Question after question overwhelms her mind. She has no idea who she is. Have you ever imagined what it would be like, not remembering anything in your past? How do you know even simple things like what you enjoy eating or your favorite color? It also makes you wonder about what kind of person you are?

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When I develop a new character, I start by building his/her past. What a person goes through as she grows up shapes who she is. But with Kay, I couldn’t do that the same way I do for other characters. I started with a blank slate, putting myself into her shoes. I show her personality developing as she discovers who she is. It was fun as the writer to discover who my character is as she goes deeper into the story and begins to remember parts of her past. She has to learn to trust herself—and the memories coming back to her. But that doesn’t stop her from questioning what she thinks is true because it feels right. It doesn’t stop her from wondering if the memories are real.

Her past meets the present and sometimes there are clashes between the two. Amnesia can come from both physical and emotional trauma. In Kay’s case, it was more emotional. She went through a horrible ordeal, and as she remembers the past, she wants to deny it. But she has to learn to reconcile the two.

Lone Star Christmas Rescue

By Margaret Daley

 

A baby’s frantic cries lead Texas Ranger Drake Jackson to an injured woman in Big Bend Park, the infant by her side. But “Kay” has no idea who she is or what happened. All she seems sure of is that she’s in terrible danger. When someone comes after her—determined to snatch the child—Drake takes her and little Kaleb to his family’s ranch to protect them. But with the attackers circling closer as Christmas approaches, the guarded ranger knows they won’t be safe there for long. Vowing to uncover her identity and catch her attacker, Drake plans to give mother and child the holiday they deserve…safe by his side forever.

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The Right Gear by Hannah Alexander

Have you moved lately? I don’t mean getting out and moving your body, but moving your household to another place. We did that this past weekend and I discovered how out-of-shape I have become. We (meaning mostly Mel) filled a ten-foot Uhaul truck with dozens of boxes filled with files, plus enough furniture to keep us operating  while living in our rental. We’re still working on our old home to get it ready for sale, but Mel has a job out of state, so we have to be in two places for a while. The rest of the furniture will have to come later, and we’ve already promised we’ll hire a professional crew to do that. I will need to hit the sidewalks, the hiking trails, even the elliptical, and get some tone back in my muscles–so yes, that kind of moving is vital, too.

This is Prancy with her babies. She was a stray who came to us far too young to be pregnant. She wasn’t equipped, and she would have died had we not given her supplemental food.

When moving, it was important for Mel and me to recognize our need for the right equipment for the move. I found that out the hard way when I drove the Uhaul on Sunday (I’m the die-hard driver in the family.) I didn’t wear the right shoes for the job and I didn’t get out and stretch enough on the five-hour drive. I’d have been fine if the Uhaul had been equipped with cruise control, but it wasn’t. That would be the right gear for me.

As soon as we reached our destination, I changed out of my walking shoes and put on my sandals. Yeah, that was a huge mistake.  They were Birkenstocks, but they still didn’t have the right padding for the amount of work I had to do. Four hours later, after pounding back and forth on the sidewalk and hard tile floor carrying boxes and moving mattresses and chairs, I didn’t realize just how bad that mistake was. The next day, yesterday? I could barely walk.

At first I thought I was just getting too old to do this stuff, but that can’t be right. I’m not THAT old! Besides, twenty years ago, Mel and I hiked several trails in Utah’s Canyonlands National Park, and after two days of hiking that hard slickrock, my knees were worse than they are today.  I’m thinking next time we move I’ll wear my hiking boots for support.

Have you ever run out of the house without a jacket or umbrella and been caught in a sudden rainstorm? Or have you ever taken a trip without directions, or even a map? I still prefer a map to GPS, because I’ve found it’s possible to cut a lot of time off my trip if I can find a shortcut on a well-drawn map. GPS just doesn’t pick up on all those secondary routes–and some of those routes hold a lot of beauty. Wise is the person who leaves the house equipped for whatever might be necessary for the day.

All these things are important for successful living, I believe. Still, one thing I have always known, and yet have taken for granted too often, is that the Bible is the most important item of preparation for any plan. When I run off half-cocked without a close connection to God’s Word–or to God through prayer–I find I lose spiritual energy halfway through the task at hand.

Oh, sure, I catch quick messages from friends and family on Facebook, reading a verse or two here and there, and we have a great pastor at church on Sundays, but I can’t just rely on someone else’s word. Reading my own Bible consistently is what I call being truly equipped. It grounds me, keeps me sane, keeps me moving in the right direction. That doesn’t mean I have to understand everything I read, because I know I never will in this lifetime, but God can speak to me through His written Word and keep me tuned to His will throughout the day.

Before you face your day, make sure you’re equipped with the right gear. Keep the Word of God in your heart as you choose the right clothing to wear, the proper protection for the weather–especially the way the weather has behaved this year–and the proper equipment for work. I don’t know why it seems some of us have to be reminded of this so often, but once again I’m determined to hide God’s Word in my heart, that I might not sin against Him.

 

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Blueberry Season by Tara Randel

It’s blueberry season here in Florida. I’m crazy about the super fruit and look forward to this time of year. So when the selection in the grocery stores grew slim, I was worried I might miss out on my fresh blueberry fix.

Then I found a U-Pick farm a mere ten minutes from my house. Excited about the news, I rose early on opening day and headed over to check it out. I was given two small buckets and proceeded to find an empty row in the fifty acre property.

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The day was perfect. Cool temperatures, bright sunshine and time alone. Don’t you find that sometimes you need solitude? Sure, I was picking berries along with a bunch of other people, but because I was by myself, I spent the time talking to the Lord. Quietly singing worship songs. I hadn’t expected this side benefit, but it actually ended up being the most important part of my outing. Just me and the Lord. Quality time. No pressure, no hurry to be anywhere. Two hours picking and being close to God.

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On the way out, I couldn’t resist some beautiful vegetables for sale.

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So my day berry picking ended up being special time with God. I highly recommend time away from the everyday routine. Too often I let writing commitments, deadlines and schedules keep me from being spontaneous.  So I say, plan a detour. You never know what might come of it!

Enjoy the beautiful spring season wherever you live!

Tara Randel is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author of sixteen novels. Family values, a bit of mystery and, of course, love and romance, are her favorite themes, because she believes love is the greatest gift of all. Look for her Harlequin Heartwarming romance, HIS ONE AND ONLY BRIDE, available now.  Visit Tara at www.tararandel.com. Like her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/TaraRandelBooks. Sign up for Tara’s Newsletter and receive a link to download a free digital book.

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C. S. Lewis, George MacDonald, and the Life-Changing Power of Stories

by Jim Denney

Clive Staples Lewis — “Jack” to his friends and family — was raised in the Church of Ireland. The death of his mother when he was nine years old shattered his happy childhood. By age fifteen, he turned away from the Christian faith, becoming an angry atheist and living (as he would later put it) “in a whirl of contradictions. I maintained that God did not exist. I was also very angry with God for not existing.” To his mind, the universe was nothing but “a meaningless dance of atoms.”

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In the fall of 1916, seventeen-year-old Jack Lewis stood on a railway platform in the village of Leatherhead, on the outskirts of London. He would soon begin his studies at Oxford and was looking for a novel to read before he would have to turn his full attention to matters of Greek, Latin, philosophy, and English literature. At the station’s bookstall, he noticed a pocket-sized hardcover — an Everyman’s Library edition of Phantastes: A Faerie Romance by George MacDonald.

The book was inexpensive — Lewis paid a single shilling for it — yet it was about to change his life.

The train pulled into the station and Lewis boarded. As the train transported Lewis past one village station after another, the book transported him into another world, an entirely different way of looking at reality. Phantastes is the story of a young man named Anodos who is magically drawn into a fairyland where he experiences otherworldly temptations and adventures. In his 1955 autobiography, Lewis recalled the effect his first reading of Phantastes had on him:

It is as if I were carried sleeping across the frontier, or as if I had died in the old country and could never remember how I came alive in the new. … All was changed. I did not yet know (and I was long in learning) the name of the new quality, the bright shadow, that rested on the travels of Anodos. I do now. It was Holiness.

Lewis also paid tribute to the impact Phantastes had on his life in his 1945 fantasy novel The Great Divorce, in which he pictures himself encountering George MacDonald in the afterlife:

“I don’t know you, Sir,” said I, taking my seat beside him.

“My name is George,” he answered. “George MacDonald.”

“Oh!” I cried. “Then you can tell me! You at least will not deceive me.” Then, supposing that these expressions of confidence needed some explanation, I tried, trembling, to tell this man all that his writings had done for me. I tried to tell how a certain frosty afternoon at Leatherhead Station when I had first bought a copy of Phantastes . . . had been to me what the first sight of Beatrice had been to Dante: Here begins the New Life. I started to confess how long that Life had delayed in the region of imagination merely: how slowly and reluctantly I had come to admit that his Christendom had more than an accidental connexion with it, how hard I had tried not to see the true name of the quality which first met me in his books is Holiness.

Lewis found something tremendously attractive in Phantastes, a quality he couldn’t quite put a name to it first. Though he was drawn to MacDonald’s imaginative tale, he pitied MacDonald for saturating his fantasy with his Christian beliefs. Lewis thought that MacDonald was a fine writer, in spite of his religious naïveté. Only years later did Lewis realize he was attracted to the imaginary world of Phantastes not in spite of MacDonald’s Christian worldview, but because of it — because of the quality of Holiness that illuminated every detail of MacDonald’s story.

Lewis later observed that, even while he was still an angry atheist, the writings of George MacDonald converted and baptized his imagination. “I know nothing that gives me such a feeling of spiritual healing, of being washed, as to read MacDonald,” Lewis wrote. Though Lewis would not convert to theism until 1929, and would not convert more specifically to Christianity until 1931, the gradual opening of his mind to the existence of God, Joy, Holiness, and the Christian faith began in 1916, when he opened a pocket edition of a fantasy novel by George MacDonald.

This incident in the life of C. S. Lewis reminds us of the life-altering power of literature in general, and fiction in particular. Whenever writers sit down to tell their tales, they should carefully weigh the impact of the words they wield. Those words have enormous power to affect the mind and emotions of the reader, and to alter the course of a reader’s life.

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Note: Battle Before Time, the first book in my newly revised and updated Timebenders series for young readers, has just been released in paperback. Click this link to learn more.

And if you’d like to learn more about how to write faster, more freely, and more brilliantly than you ever thought possible, read my book Writing In Overdrive, available in paperback and ebook editions at Amazon.com. —J.D.

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Lyn Cote Asks-Have you ever heard of America’s First Self-Made Female Millionaire?

Have you ever heard of Madame C J Walker? She was the first self-made (not inherited wealth) woman millionaire in the US.

This video is just a quick dab of info. If you click the tab above, marked Women Who Made History, I have a  longer video that tells much more about this remarkable woman.

Empowering Other Women

Not only did she make a million but she empowered other women to make a living and give them self-confidence in a world and time, that told women they were inferior and without value. This is what I love about America. Even in the time of Jim Crow, an African-American woman was able to pursue her dream, make her fortune and help others. I hope this nation will never lose its economic freedom or any other.

Believe it or not–

-Madame Walker’s products are still being sold. Here’s the Facebook page. Why not drop by and LIKE it? I did.

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Madame-CJ-Walker-Hair-Care-Products/284553191557422

And here is the website about her company and her story.

http://www.madamewalker.net/

Do you know of any remarkable woman that has been overlooked? Tell me about her.–Lyn

My latest strong heroine, Christiane.

 

A young beauty flees the French royal court,

Christiane moves into the heart of the American rebel elite.

But one man can’t be forgotten-once her friend-now her enemy. 

Will he be destiny? http://bit.ly/2uuxeQA

 

 

 

   

 

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Step Eight in our Journey

As Mary Alford said in this past Tuesday’s post, readers find book series very appealing because they want to know what happens next to the characters they’ve come to love. With that in mind, we authors often plan ahead and include in our first book characters and situations that might occur in the next book of books in the series.Hannah Rose Original Cover

When I wrote Ahab’s Bride, I knew my heroine, Hannah Ahab, would need to move on in life after Ahab’s death. (By the way, Ahab’s Bride is the only book I’ve written without a happily-ever-after. But Ahab’s death was inevitable, and so was his loving widow’s grief.) Hannah lived a shadow of a marriage to Ahab. She spent more time wishing for him than being with him. In waiting for him to return from his whaling voyages, she was waiting for happiness. Her marriage to Ahab had only been a dream, except for the son he left her. At right is the original paperback cover.

Hannah now has this impressionable son, Timothy, to protect from his father’s ruined reputation. Once known as the best whaling captain to sail out of Nantucket, Ahab is now reviled for having destroyed his crew in his insane quest to kill Moby Dick. His widow and son are now shunned or taunted by the hardworking whaling families of their home island, a closed community that grudgingly welcomed Hannah when she was a bride. Regarded as an “Off-Islander,” she had struggled to earn her place, only to lose it because of Ahab’s actions.

If you were a mother with a six-year-old child, what would you do in these circumstances? Hannah flees the Nantucket Island and goes west to Indiana, where her father’s family welcomes her while she sorts out her choices. But she grows restless and decides to take a long overdue trip to Europe, the one Ahab promised and then failed to deliver.

During a stopover in Boston, where she spends time with old friends—friends who knew Ahab and did not judge Hannah for his actions—she finds her travel plans postponed time after time.

The first task I had in developing my plot was to study the historical era. What was happening in Boston in 1847? Many actual events of the times made it easy to frame her new life. I had great fun researching ways my heroine would be drawn back into life after her devastating loss. Where will she live? Whom will she meet? What will she read? How will these things affect the decisions she makes for herself and her son?

It all comes down to choices my heroine must make. When she was an adventure-seeking girl of eighteen, she chose to marry the exciting, dangerous, and much older Captain Ahab rather than the godly young minister who loved her. Now she is determined not to marry again because that first marriage was so troubled and not what she’d expected at all.

But, as with many widows who make such vows, suitors seem just as determined to change her mind. When a handsome naval captain from the South and a former whaling captain she’s known for years vie for her attention, what choices will she make this time? And will her choices bring Hannah happiness for herself and security for her beloved son?

In 1847, Boston was a hotbed of abolitionist activities. In Ahab’s Bride, I didn’t include this important movement, despite its origins on Nantucket Island, because I was focused on other issues. In writing Hannah Rose, I would have been remiss if I didn’t make slavery and abolition the focal point of the main conflict: Hannah’s choices.

Boston Townhouse2Where will she live? Having inherited Ahab’s great wealth, she has many options. She chooses a townhouse in the relatively new Louisburg Square (the picture at left shows a similar townhouse), only a few blocks from Louis Hayden’s house (below), where many slaves found sanctuary. She reads Frederick Douglass’s autobiography and boldly discusses it with one suitor, a slave owner. Boston Ma 01/30 /10 An exterior of the former Lewis Hayden home. The home was used as a station on the underground railroad. Globe Staff/Photo Jonathan Wiggs :Section: Travel Reporter :Slug: / OUTTAKe 0924

 

As more old friends enter her life, she begins to sort it all out. I enjoyed helping Hannah figure out all of her choices. Wouldn’t you like to know what she did in Boston?

Historical fiction takes us away from our daily lives to another time and place, “the good old days,” when life was simpler, morality and manners were the mainstays of social order, and everyone knew his or her place. But were those times truly better than today?

Here are a few more issues I included in Hannah Rose:

In the pre-Civil War Nineteenth Century, people faced devastating difficulties. Life expectancy was short due to disease and lack of medical knowledge, and many children never reached maturity. All over the Eastern seaboard, thousands of immigrants poured into America from Europe seeking better lives, competing with and threatening the livelihoods of lifelong residents of English descent. And our nation was faced with an impending conflict as people of conscience formed the abolitionist movement to eliminate slavery, which formed the backbone of the wealthy Southern economy.

Against this turbulent backdrop, my heroine must make decisions that will affect her son’s future and her own. No longer the naïve young woman who had married dashing, dangerous Captain Ahab, Hannah has developed a strength that often surprises her, although her friends know she has what it takes to go beyond herself and live for others.

Hannah Rose CoverThe power of a story such as this comes from the reader’s ability to live the experiences of the characters. It is my hope that readers will enjoy walking with Hannah and Timothy through their uncertain journey.

You may enjoy reading about their adventures in the award-winning Hannah Rose. At the right is the Kindle cover.

If you’ve missed any steps on this journey, please check this list of all my posts about Ahab’s Bride.

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How Barbara Bush Inspired Me by Julie Arduini

It was a shock, even though she was 92, to read that First Lady Barbara Bush was ill and refusing further treatment. Feisty to the very end, she passed away calling the shots for her last days—to be home surrounded by her family.

I admired her for decades and have read quite a bit about her, her marriage, family, and the Bush presidency. I believe it will take us awhile to understand how deep and wide her loss will affect us. She carried such wisdom, wit, and influence. I thought I would share a few ways she inspired me, as well as a flash fiction story from my very early writing days that came from something I had read about the family.

  • She helped me see old fashioned romance carries few regrets. It’s well documented that Barbara married the first man she kissed, something she said nearly made their children want to throw up. At first, it does sound weird, but as a broken teen in search of anything to numb my feelings, her comment shook me. Although I can’t say I married the first person I kissed, I quickly realized girls with a lot of relationships seemed to have a lot of regrets. I didn’t date a lot, and the man I married was God sent.

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  • She embraced literacy. She believed literacy was the cornerstone for success, and I agree. I devoured reading and it came fairly easy for me, but I’ve always believed in the power of reading for all. A fan of Marc Brown’s Arthur, she chose Arthur Meets the President to be included in the National Archives, and invited Brown to tour with her for literacy initiatives. Arthur is my all-time favorite cartoon, so I always loved the partnership.

 

  • She took the hits. Barbara Bush was outspoken and made it clear she’s fine being a target when it came to critics. Off limits were her husband and kids. She not only endured her husband’s presidency, but one of her son’s. Another son was a governor and briefly ran for president. The heckling Jeb received for that, you knew exactly how Barbara felt about it, and the people laughing. Her love for family was fierce.

 

  • She had far more grace than we gave her credit for. Most everyone knows about her famous sons, but not everyone knew that they lost their daughter to leukemia when she was three. I have not lost a child, but we nearly did, and it changes you. I’ve watched parent grief from afar and Mrs. Bush never forgot her daughter, but didn’t allow her life to be bitter. I also didn’t know that she attributed her white hair to the grief. The color changed after their loss. I think that speaks volume to how deeply our bodies respond to trauma, and how difficult that loss was for her and her family.

 

When I first began learning the writing craft, I participated in weekly FaithWriter challenges. I can’t remember the theme that week, but one of my entries was inspired by the Bush family. The entire family, Barbara included, was notorious for their competitiveness. I read an article where Laura described meeting them, and how strong they came across, Barbara included, when it came to their love of sports and winning. Laura had some sass of her own, and her answer to their question won them over immediately. Here’s my own spin to it, a very rough draft called I Read.

“You’re not going to wear those shoes, are you?” I look down at my flat, taupe granny shoes. I know what my college age sister is thinking of me. I’m thirty years old about to meet my boyfriend’s family, and I stay sensible. 

“If there is one evening I want to be comfortable, this is it.” Tracy puts her hands on her hips and makes a sweeping disapproval of my look. It’s what I wear at the library: black dress pants, stockings, granny shoes, solid red shell accessorized with my gold necklace adorned with little book charms. Greg loves me for who I am. A quiet librarian with sensible shoes. What family wouldn’t embrace a reader into her son’s life?

Tracy at least gets me to bring a floral arrangement out of mom and dad’s garden. Although we can’t pick a dandelion from an azalea, mom and dad are local senior center garden winners.

Greg Worthington is the one. Neither of us was looking for love when we separately went to a friend’s barbeque. I watched him play basketball and liked his fun attitude. He strolled up to me with the basketball and a goofy grin.

“John said you work at the library. I think you can make a lot of noise on the basketball court. ” I take the ball and look him straight in the eye. When I’m nervous, I can get sarcastic. It’s a habit, and God’s working on me. That night, I couldn’t help it. I made noise on the court all right, I played like a librarian. I slowly dribbled and shouted out every basketball fact I knew. I had the ball four full minutes. Greg was laughing so hard I knew he was interested.

He gave sparse info on the family but the library is again my resource. The Worthingtons’ are wealthy. Greg’s grandfather founded one of the first cable companies. Greg has an older brother Geoff and a younger sister Ginger. Greg’s mom and dad are active in church, charity and anything competitive. That’s what I got out of Greg. 

Their summer abode is lakefront with all the outdoor fun: pontoon boat, jet skis, tubing, fishing boat, gazebo, and beautiful deck. The yard area is spacious. I see croquet in the side yard and the family is tossing the football as I drive in. Greg smiles and jogs up. I realize my palms are wet. I’m afraid if I touch the flowers they will wilt from a chemical reaction.

“Lauren you’re here, good!” He opens my door and I swing out. He notices my shoes.

“The library shoes? Honey we’re at the lake. I guess I thought you knew that meant.” Greg is cut off by a booming voice of authority shouting a warning,

“Heads up Gregory, I want to see how this girl can catch!” Brown pig skin comes flying right at me. I scream and of course miss the football. It lands with a thud on my flowers. Greg quickly looks at the horror on my face and grabs the ball.

“Hey dad, give us a longer warning next time. Say Geoff, catch!” The ball goes sailing over my head to a guy built just like Greg. I feel my knees trembling. I belong in this family like a mouse belongs with a herd of elephants!

Greg gives me a hug and picks up the tousled flowers. By now the family is at our side. I’m hugged, kissed, tapped, high fived, and verbally welcomed. Ginger holds out a tennis racket.

“You play? Oh wait. I guess you can’t in those shoes.” Disappointment fills her voice. Mrs. Worthington puts her arm around me and leads me to the deck. 

“Now you all scoot. I want to get to know Lauren better. I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.” Greg looks for permission to get back to the ball. I nervously nod. His mom seems harmless. She sits across from me and just sighs.

“Lauren it’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re the first girl Greg has ever brought home. Did you know that? Now, you’ve seen us with the football and that we like swimming and boating and tennis and croquet, what dear, is it that you do?” Sweet as the bees going for the flowers, Mrs. Worthington is sizing me up. My answer is immediate but confident.

“I read.” Her cackle echoes over the waters.

“You’re going to do just fine Lauren. Welcome to the family.”

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The Never Ending Story – The Series

To Be Continued words on a clock to illustrate a movie, tv show,

Have you ever reached the end of a great book and thought, “No! That can’t be it. I’m not ready for it to end…”

I think most of us have had that type of reaction to a book that drew us in from page one and held us captive until the end. I know I certainly have on many occasions.

This is the very reason the series is so appealing to us. The story we fell in love with goes on, just in a different way. We can still catch up with our favorite characters, but in addition, we’re introduced to a whole new story that will hopefully make us fall in love all over again.

Still, not every book is destined to be a series.

So what makes a book series worthy? Well, at the core of every series you have great characters.

Obviously, a key ingredient in creating any great series is having an array of interesting secondary characters to complement the hero and heroine and make the reader want to know what happens to them as well.

But there has to be more to a good series than its characters. You need a fresh storyline that’s different from the first book and one that will set it apart and make the reader want to read it. And you need a great setting to place the series.  

This past year, I wrote a series of contemporary inspirational romances that take place in a fictional town called Second Chance, Montana. It’s a small town with warm and welcoming characters that make you want to come in and stay for a while. The town is true to its name, offering everyone who visits a second chance. I so much enjoyed writing these books because they took place in the same location. I got to come home to Second Chance with each new book I wrote.

So, we have great characters, and intriguing storyline and the perfect setting. Now comes the end?

 I think what makes for a great series is that the ending both surprises and satisfies us. The story ends, but there’s still room for more.

So, what about you? What are some of your favorite series and why did they make you love them so much?

All the best…

Mary Alford

 

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Did I Hear That Right?

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By Nancy J. Farrier

 

I am always a happy camper when my kids visit. I especially enjoy hanging out with my daughters. We talk non-stop, going from one topic to another, and we share a lot of laughs.

 

A couple of weeks ago three of my daughters and I went out shopping and then stopped for tea. While we were in the car, my youngest daughter began telling us about a person she knew who, having never been around animals at all, decided he wanted a cat. He spent a LOT of money to have a certain type of kitten shipped to him, but then knew nothing about how to feed or care for the animal.

 

I had heard this story before but this time she had another episode in cat care to add. When I tuned in to the story, as she talked to her sister, it went something like this:

 

“So, the kitten went in to get neutered because it was the right age, but we are all upset because the vet insisted on keeping the kitten in a coma for two weeks. Nothing we’ve been able to say will convince this man that he shouldn’t do that.”

 

My youngest daughter’s statement elicited outrage from her sisters and from me. I tried to keep from saying much as I pictured this poor kitten in a continual comatose state. Surely, that couldn’t be good for the poor thing.

 

My daughter went on to tell how a mutual friend tried to find out the name of the vet who would allow such treatment, but the kitten’s owner refused to divulge that information. She and her friend were horrified, but couldn’t do anything. She said, “Who keeps a cat in a coma for two weeks just because they’ve been neutered?”

 

When she came to the point in the story where she said they convinced the owner to take the cat out of the coma when he was home and only put it in when he left, I lost my temper. I couldn’t imagine any medical professional allowing this.

 

I turned to look at her from the front passenger seat. “I think he should be reported to the police. This is abuse and the police will be able to find out the vet’s name. How could they ask this man to administer medication at home that would keep the cat in a coma?” I was furious.

 

Silence settled in the car as we pulled into a parking spot. Then one of my daughters laughed and the rest joined her. My youngest said, “Mom, I said they put the kitten in a cone, not a coma.”

 

Embarrassment and relief rushed through me. A cone. Not a coma. The picture in my mind changed from that of a limp kitten to one where an indignant cat glared up at me. While the idea of a cat in a cone for long term is still offensive, since they wouldn’t be able to clean themselves, I didn’t see it as life threatening.

 

I know there are other times when I’ve heard someone say something and misinterpreted, or misunderstood. I’ve found it’s best to do the following before spouting off and getting angry.

 

  • Don’t say something you will regret. Take time to consider what you heard to see if it’s worth being upset or offended over.
  • Spend time listening to God and asking His advice. God always hears not only the correct conversation but He also understands the intent of the heart.
  • Forget or Act. Depending on the first two steps, sometimes I’ve realized what I heard didn’t amount to anything. Once in a great while, I have trouble letting something go. Then I find it best to go to the person and talk to them one-on-one if at all possible. Many hurt feelings and disagreements can be avoided using these steps and by approaching a person with humility.

 

I’m hoping the next time I hear something like “they put the cat in a coma for two weeks,” I will ask if I heard that right before I get furious for no reason.

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Welcome Guest Author Nancy Mehl

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Welcome, Nancy. We’re happy to have you here with us today. Can you tell us a little about how you started your writing career? 

I actually started writing as a kid. My first book was DANNY GOES TO THE CIRCUS. It featured my brother. I even did the illustrations. Unfortunately, DANNY GOES TO THE CIRCUS has been lost over time. I would like to say that it launched my career, but…uh, no.

My interest in writing came from a love of books. When I was young, I read constantly. I’d check out five or six book from the school library and read them in one night, under my covers with a flashlight. Suffice to say that the next day at school I probably wasn’t at my best.

In high school I wrote poetry. Most of it was full of teenage angst and drama. Then my English teacher gave us an assignment. Write three original poems. I did. I thought they were pretty good. My teacher announced she was going to read the poems to our class. I waited nervously for my poems to come up. Finally, they did. She read them. Then she told everyone she was certain she’d heard them before. In other words, she accused me of plagiarism. I was devastated and stopped writing.

I was in my forties before the bug hit me again through a TV showed called “Murder, She Wrote.” I decided to try writing a novel. I haven’t looked back since then. The lesson here? Don’t let other people keep you from your destiny. Wish I’d learned it earlier, but since I can’t go back in time, all I can do is look forward. I love writing, and I hope there are readers out there who are glad I decided to give it another try.

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My latest novel is BLIND BETRAYAL:

 Deputy U.S. Marshal Casey Sloane has worked at the St. Louis Marshals office for two years and is given a routine assignment to help transport a reporter to D.C. to testify before a grand jury. Valerie, the reporter, was writing a story about an up-and-coming environmentalist who suddenly disappeared and, she later discovered, whose backers purportedly have ties to a terrorist.

 When the seemingly ordinary assignment suddenly takes a shocking turn, Casey is forced to put aside her own feelings about the unexpected reappearance of a man from her past as she and two other Marshals take Valerie on the run. And as it becomes dangerously clear Valerie’s testimony has even bigger implications than they knew, they’ll do whatever it takes to make it out alive.

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Bio:

Nancy Mehl is a best-selling, award winning author who lives in Missouri, with her husband, Norman, and her Puggle, Watson. She’s authored thirty books and is currently writing a new series for Bethany House Publishing. The Kaely Quinn Profiler series will kick off with book one, MIND GAMES, in December of 2018. The last book in her Defenders of Justice series, BLIND BETRAYAL, will be released in the spring. She is also working on a new cozy mystery series for Guideposts, The Mysteries of Martha’s Vineyard.

Readers can learn more about Nancy through her Web site: www.nancymehl.com. She is part of The Suspense Sisters: www.suspensesisters.blogspot.com, along with several other popular suspense authors. She is also very active on Facebook.

Thank you Nancy for joining us today! Your story is an inspirational one.

 

Mary Alford   

 

 

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De-Stressing

By Marilyn Turk

Last year was a very difficult year for me.

A troubling family situation consumed my mind, therefore focus on other things was a challenge.

2018 was also the first year of the Blue Lake Christian Writers Retreat which I direct, and I had never directed a writers’ conference before. I wanted the conference to be successful, so I planned the best selection of classes and speakers I could and prayed people would register. There were a lot of details like marketing and promotion, room assignments, menu planning, etc., to organize. I had no team of people or co-director, so I was basically handling it all myself. Stress began.

Shortly after the conference, one of my book manuscripts was due to the editor. I had not been able to do any writing before the conference, so I basically had to write the whole book afterwards. Even though I knew what the book was about, it was still very difficult to concentrate. The stress mounted.

After I turned in my manuscript, I worked on another book proposal with an editor from a different publisher. Everything seemed to be running smoothly until I lost contact with the editor. Based on my expectations, I had made some significant decisions. Then I found out the editor was no longer with the company I was working with and the project fell flat. Stress increased.

As I approached the end of the year, I had no new contracts and wondered about my writing future. Worry joined the stress.

Finally, I received good news when I was notified that a novella proposal I was part of was accepted by the publisher. That encouragement was what I needed to finish the year.

As a new year began, I looked back and recognized what a mess I had been and wondered how I made it through. And I realized I couldn’t have done it in my own strength. I made it a habit to start the day with God, spending time reading devotions and journaling my prayer requests. I’ve done this for so long that it’s a routine, and even when I don’t know how to express myself, God knows what’s going on and what I need, and I think he honors my commitment to Him for that time.

When I prayed for direction, He led. He made sure the writers retreat went smoothly and successfully.

When I asked Him to write the story with me and through me, asking my prayer partners for prayer, He told me how to finish the story.

When the editor disappeared along with hope for that project, He told me to wait.

But when the novella contract came through, He was telling me He still believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself.

Like the poem “Footprints in the Sand,” God carried me through the year.

However, He had a lesson to teach me. He showed me how important it is to not place too many expectations on myself, which causes stress. Instead, I need to let Him handle everything.

I’m doing a Bible study by Priscilla Shirer about Sabbath in which she focuses on God giving us the Sabbath for rest, and we aren’t to pile so many things on ourselves that we cannot rest. He said to come to Him and He would give us rest.

So this year, I’m resting in Him by refusing to take on too many commitments. I do not know what the future holds, but He does, and I don’t need to worry about it.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

Is there something you can let go of to de-stress your life?

 

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The Chatillon-DeMenil Mansion by Judy Miller

During a visit to St. Louis several years ago, one of the unexpected delights was a visit to the Chatillon-DeMenil Mansion. This was an unplanned sightseeing tour that came about when I spotted a pamphlet in the hotel. It didn’t take long for me to decide upon a visit the following afternoon.

This beautiful 1863 Late Greek Revival Home was slated for demolition when the interstate was being planned, but, through great effort, was eventually saved. However, you’ll notice in the picture that the frontage of the property was barely saved. Unfortunately, an interstate ramp skirts directly in front of the mansion. Consequently, entry to the mansion is at the rear of the structure and taking pictures of the front of the house means braving an onslaught of cars heading for that ramp, but I was determined.

The house is filled with beautiful antiques. Above is a picture of a lamp that I found particularly interesting and one of the reasons I enjoy visiting old homes. Even though I had no plans to write a book about this particular mansion, you never know what artifacts and/or antiques you’ll see on such a visit—and one of those objects may make it into a later book.

The mansion was constructed in two sections by two different families. When first purchased by Nicolas DeMenil the home was a summer retreat. From many of the windows, there was an exception view of the Mississippi River that afforded the residents cool breezes as well as a pastoral setting.

Unfortunately, that view was lost when the caves beneath the area became the focus of several breweries wanting to produce beer. The caves provided the cool temperatures required to age the beer. Soon, the DeMenil mansion was surrounded by brick buildings that blocked their beautiful view. Distraught that his view had been blocked, DeMenil had an artist paint pictures on the window shades in the dining room so he and his guests wouldn’t be forced to look at the brick buildings while dining. I was intrigued by such an ingenious idea and eventually will use it in one of my books—perhaps the one I’m currently writing.

Each of the plates and serving pieces pictured below has a different floral design and the silver epergne was used to serve delicacies of the day. I’m a visual learner so seeing these beautiful table settings helps me as I write.

And take a gander at this wall safe hidden behind a picture. Now that’s a perfect place to hide those important papers and fancy jewelry—just have to hope the house doesn’t burn down. Each time I visit an historical site, I’m struck by the volume of history each one contains. For those of us who love history, it’s always an adventure and downright fun to discover something new from our past.

If you’re interested, you can find out more about the mansion on their website.

How about you? Have you discovered anything new from the past? If so, I’d love to hear about it.

Blessings, Judy

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This or That Interview by Margaret Daley

This or That Interview by Margaret Daley

#1. Coffee or Tea?
I love tea. I drink it every day. I’ve never liked coffee although I love the scent of it brewing

#2. Print or E-reader? I finally got a Kindle last summer and have enjoyed reading on it, but I also have a lot of print books to read, too.

#3. Chocolate or Vanilla? I’ll take vanilla over chocolate any day. I do love white chocolate.

#4. Early Bird or Night Owl? While I was a teacher, I was an early bird, but now that I’m retired, I’m a night owl.


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#5. Mountains or Beach?I can’t choose between these two because I love both places for different reasons. A great compromise would be somewhere like Hawaii where you can live on the beach with mountains behind you.

#6. Historical or Suspense?Suspense hands down. It’s my favorite genre to write in and to read.

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#7. Cats or Dogs? That’s another one I can’t choose between. Right now I have three cats, each very different from the others. But in the past I’ve had dogs as pets.


Bonus. Share with us a thought, Bible verse, whatever is on your mind/heart.

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.” Psalm 23 line 4

This comforts me at the perilous times we’re facing as a nation. Look to God for guidance.

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On Spring, Glory and Grace

As flowers start peeking up from the hard, dull earth, as buds appear on bare branches, it’s hard not to be reminded that God reveals Himself in two ways: through the Bible and in nature. Both revelations can’t help but point to God’s glory.

The theme of grace abounds in the Bible, culminating in what Christ did for us. But every spring when those buds show up, grace is revealed there, too. No matter what happens throughout the year—all the good and the bad of it—God sustains this earth in a way that is astoundingly miraculous.

I pray you’ll notice a miracle today. For me, that’s looking no farther than right out my window. Even in a tamed and cultivated suburban landscape, I can see birds that have returned from warmer winter climates. They’ve flown back up here out of an instinct put in them by God. Plus, my favorite tree in the parkway is budding. Daffodils will soon wave at me from the yard, too, even after sitting under months of snow and ice.

All this reminds me that God’s grace is around me. As I read this morning from the Puritan’s Prayer book, “Every new duty calls for more grace than I now possess, but not more than is found in thee…”

My prayer is already answered. I may not have enough grace on my own, but God’s grace is there to fill me—all I have to do is ask His help to share it!

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