A Garden of Variety by Hannah Alexander

I have never been a gardener. The last time my mother made me work in the garden pulling weeds, I pulled out all the carrots. And not on purpose to convince her to stop making me work.

When we moved to a place with a pre-planted flower garden, many of the flowers were already gone for the fall/winter months, but this spring has burst forth with so many colors and shapes and sizes that we often just stand amazed at the beauty.

None of these flowers are alike. Even the irises, purple and gold to denote school colors, smell differently and are different sizes.

These living things need to be planted in different spots, some take more water than others–not that I would know how to do that; the former owner set up a sprinkler system that runs automatically, and since he’s the sprinkler guy in town, I can always call him or his green-thumb wife with questions.

I thought roses were difficult to grow, but even though I did nothing with last year’s rose bushes, blooms still came out amongst the thorns. The determination of these blooms to return again and again amazes me.

Of course, surrounded by all this beauty, I can’t help getting philosophical. There is a huge pine tree that spreads across the flower garden in front of the house. I was told by the former owner that they’d had the weeds sprayed in the driveway a few years ago, and the sprayers got too aggressive. They poisoned that lovely tree, and now its branches are half dead. We’re hoping we can bring it out of those death throes, but someone more knowledgable than I will have to do it.
That poor tree could be chopped down, I suppose, leaving all the beautiful flowers to shine in all their glory, but I wonder, would we do that with a human being, perhaps a Christian who might be struggling with faith?

Is that what God would have us do? I have friends who have endured great loss and suffering, and unlike other friends who have come through their suffering with increased faith, many of my friends seem to be struggling. They need to be held up and loved, the way we keep watering our poor, sick tree.Okay, this shot is not of plants growing sideways, but Mel shot sideways to get a better look at the garlic, iris, and columbine blooms. How unique each bloom is. No two species are alike, and yet they make such a beautiful garden.As Christians, we obviously read certain things differently in the Bible. Some of us need to dig deeply, seek out the hard stuff that might seem contradictory to the verses or books surrounding it. Some of us need to face the hard sayings and learn to deal with them. I’ve read through Hard Sayings of the Bible so many times that it fell apart.

Other Christians take the Bible at face value, allow it to nourish them, and never question God about the words written. We vary so widely in what we believe is most important or of lesser importance in the Bible that we have a vast array of denominations, and even within each denomination, church members will disagree on certain parts of the Bible.But we, the believers in Christ as our Savior, have been charged by Him to love one another despite all the differences. That means you and me and the person who is struggling. There are Christians who can handle the questions of others without becoming confused or upset, and there are Christians who see these questions as attacks against their God. Might I suggest that God planted all of His children to be used exactly where we are, even if we don’t always agree? See the columbine and the garlic blooms resting side by side in our garden? They serve different functions and their beauty differs. I was amazed to find that the garlic bloom smells wonderful, and that I can’t smell the columbine quite so strongly. I can squeeze the leaf of one of the mint leaves nearby, and get a rush of pleasure.This peony, in all its brilliant color, smells so sweet, and yet it doesn’t flavor our salads the way new garlic or mint leaves or dandelions can do.

I find that those who are struggling with their faith or asking me questions I can’t answer actually help me strengthen my faith as I search for answers. Isn’t it amazing that those who might be weak and struggling through their faith walk are actually building up my own? They are being used of God in unique ways. They belong to God, and are being used according to His purpose. Whenever I think about it I’m amazed by the way God works.

The Apostle Paul said for us to challenge our faith daily so that we know we are doing God’s will (paraphrase mine.) I’m thankful for those challengers, because they cause me to dig more deeply into God’s Word.
And now, because Camy Tang’s extraordinary article about ten thousand reasons resonated so beautifully for me, I would love to point out that her passion for reaching those who speak the Japanese language is a powerful message.

I would also like to point out that at least since the time of Babel, none of us speaks the exact same language. That’s because each of us is unique. I have my own experiences that have shaped my outlook on life, my language. No one else uses words in quite the same way that I do, or in the same way you do. I can say something to Mel that makes perfect sense to me, but he looks like a deer in headlights because he doesn’t want to tell me he thinks I’ve lost my mind. And we’ve been married for over two decades. I challenge myself and any who would accept this challenge to stop and listen to those who might speak differently from us. Don’t shut them down because their questions might make you uncomfortable. Don’t shut them out because you think they are seeking to destroy your faith. Be strong in the Lord and have faith that He will hold you in His arms against any power. Try to allow your love to show to even those who might seem unlovely to you, because they need Christian love as much as, or more than, any other Christian. Try to see past the words to the heart. Try to love despite language differences. That’s what Camy’s doing, and I want to do it, too.

 

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“10,000 Reasons” in Japanese by Camy Tang

It’s been over a month, but I did the worship music for our church’s Good Friday service. The service is a combination of people from both the English-speaking and Japanese-speaking services, so the worship leader has to sing at least a few songs in Japanese.

I could do five songs, but I decided to sing all of them in Japanese while my other singer (in this case, Captain Caffeine) sang the lyrics in English at the same time. It’s a bit confusing, but I wanted the Japanese congregation to feel very included (which they don’t when the songs are in English).

The service went smoothly—well, I didn’t make any mistakes, at least! I had been practicing the songs in Japanese for weeks before the service.

One of the songs my pianist really likes is “10,000 Reasons”, and while it’s not really a Good Friday song, I thought it would be a good upbeat song to end the service with. So I had to search for the Japanese lyrics for the song and came across this version by Lauren Horii. Not only do the Japanese lyrics smoothly match the melody, but she has a really great voice.

The Japanese-speaking members of the congregation seemed to really like this song. One of the Japanese worship leaders even asked me for the link to the page where I got the lyrics and they sang it for the Japanese service a few weeks later.

We’re all used to hearing this song in English, but the Japanese lyrics struck a really strong chord in me (no pun intended). Lately God has been leading me to connect with my heritage more than I ever did when I was younger, and this song is part of that process.

Singing this song in Japanese made me really want to use all that I have to reach the Japanese people for Christ. Less than 1% of the population is Christian, and most have never heard the gospel except maybe in a religions study class. Their polytheistic culture can sometimes be very unforgiving and despairing. I can feel God’s burden for them, and it has become my burden, too.

So here’s the song on YouTube. Please pray for the non-Christians in Japan, that they will find the hope and salvation of Jesus.

Camy


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The Gift That Lasts Forever

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What is the one gift that is almost always free, you can give it to yourself or others can give it to you, it doesn’t require shopping, and it renews itself daily. The answer is simple. Our memories.

Whether we realize it or not, we are constantly storing up memory gifts. As I look back on my life, I discover I have so many treasured memories. As we get older, we realize the importance of these special gifts. They become priceless in that no matter where life takes us, no person can take our memories from us.

For me, I have two main categories where I store up my memories. My family memories and my career memories.

I find my most special family memories are usually the ones that happen without planning. Time spent with my mom and dad as a child. Going to church with them, playing the piano for them. Baking a pumpkin cake for my dad before he passed away and having him tell me it was the best cake ever.

Later on, the moments spent with my husband during our thirty-plus years of marriage stand out in my memory as precious. I love simply being alone with him and spending quiet time together.

Then there are the moments spent with my two boys, the birthday parties, sporting events, graduation. Watching them as they grew into men, got married, and had children of their own.

I have to say some of my most special moments of late are the ones spent with my three granddaughters. Their births, watching them grow and play. Develop their unique personalities. God willing, I’ll have many more memories to store up with them.

My career category of memories is filled with lessons learned. The road to being a published author is not always an easy path. For me, one of my favorite memories is watching the story in my head come to life before my eyes. When I found out I sold to Love Inspired Suspense, well that was the most amazing memory.

So, have you ever thought what it would be like if you woke up one day and all your memories were gone? A scary thought, no doubt.

Well, that’s the premise behind my upcoming June Love Inspired Suspense, Deadly Memories.

 

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A WOMAN WITHOUT A PAST

Amnesia may be keeping Ella Weiss from remembering her past—but not from saving the little boy who’s been her fellow prisoner the last seven years. After managing to escape her cell, all she wants is to find where little Joseph is being kept. Instead she runs straight into CIA agent Kyle Jennings. Kyle isn’t sure if Ella is actually a kidnap victim or if she’s working for the gunrunner he’s been after. One thing he is certain of is her uncanny resemblance to the wife he thought he’d buried. To save a child’s life and stop a terrorist from slipping through his fingers, he’ll need to uncover the secrets of Ella’s past—and whether or not she’s really the woman he’s never stopped loving.

Think about all the special memory gifts you have collected through the years. If you could take just a couple of them with you into the future, which one would you chose?

 

All the best…

 

Mary Alford

http://www.maryalford.net

 

 

 

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Picture Your Story by Yvonne Lehman

Do you have a story to tell? Perhaps a book you’d like to write?

 

There’s a saying that a picture is worth a thousand words.

 

However, with a thousand words you can write The Lord’s Prayer, The Preamble to the Constitution, the Twenty-third Psalm, the Gettysburg Address, and the Boy Scout Oath.

 

Much depends upon the picture, the words, and personal opinion. Pictures are worth thousands of words when I make a storyboard, an effective tool for me. There is more than one definition of storyboard and varying ways writers make or use them. My way is to cut out pictures that represent my characters and story.

 

The materials for making the storyboard are minimal—posters, file folders, magazines, brochures, pictures from the internet, scissors, glue (or staples, tape). Pictures can be anything that represents the story:

Characters – faces, physique, in action, expressions

Era – contemporary, historical

Settings – home, lake, ocean, airplane, car, neighborhood, city, country, seasons

Incidents – wrecks, romance, crime, dining

Styles – clothing, hair, homes, transportation

Mood – fear, horror, joy, petting an animal, holding a child, anger

Theme – mystery, love, secrets, faith

 

I basically work with four types of storyboards:

  1. Mainstream – I use several posters because of multiple characters and plots or subplots. My novel, Greystone, is complex and my American, Japanese, and German characters inhabit my posters. The past takes place in winter, the present in summer, and pictures of the resort setting depict the seasons. Pictures of people in distress, or joy, draw from me the feelings I want to express in my story.

 

  1. Women’s Fiction – Several file folders suffice for these. In Coffee Rings, my main character is in her 70’s. Three other women are in their early 40’s. My pictures show what each one looks like and how they dress. The three younger women meet weekly at a Tea Room so I have a picture of the room and table. One is blonde and overweight. One is stylish and looks perfect. One is conservative and pleasant. The older woman appears kind, but determined. Around them are pictures that show conflicts, jobs, relationships and interests.

 

  1. Romances – Fewer file folders are required for these since the focus is on the main male and female characters. Their lifestyles are portrayed with pictures of their work, friends, homes, pets, children, church, single’s groups, etc. Since novellas are short, usually one file folder will suffice, with two main characters surrounded by representations of their lifestyles, conflicts, and personalities.

 

  1. Novels to write “someday” – When I have a strong feeling about a story I plan to write someday, I write a brief overview or a few lines of the idea. Final Command is about dogs being trained to kill. I pick up a map of the place where the story happens and brochures about the surrounding area and pop them into a file folder, along with any pictures and information about dogs that intrigues me. Jewelry is the motive, so I include pictures of jewels, their description and cost.

 

The posters and folders are an aid when I speak to writers groups about storyboards. I show, as well as tell. Also these can be shown on a screen with Power Point.

 

These pictorial storyboards are more valuable to me than the written overview and they enable me to write the synopsis. They’re fun to make and I feel like my characters are right in front of me, helping me write about them.

 

I will be teaching a Workshop on Storyboarding at the Blue Ridge Novel Retreat held at Ridgecrest NC, October 8-12.

 

We focus on craft of writing, movies, social media, and have time for appointments, writing, fun, and networking. Come join us! www.yvonnelehman.com (click on Novel Retreat for information or contact me).

 

Stop dreaming of writing your story. Do it! We can help.


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Memorial Day by Tara Randel

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One of the holidays we celebrate in this great county is Memorial Day. We usually look at it as the gateway to the summer. School will be out soon. It’s a holiday mostly spent outdoors. But to those who have had family members serve in the military, it is so much more.

It is a day to remember those awesome men and woman who died while serving in the armed forces. I would wager that most families can look back at someone in their family who served in the military.

My daughter, Megan, served briefly in the Air Force. I’ll never forget when she came into our bedroom late one Sunday night.

“Mom. Dad. I need to talk to you.”

Never what you want to hear from your nineteen-year-old daughter when she’s already acting rather nervous.

“I want to enlist in the military.”

Well, of course, I was shocked. I’d never even heard her talking about this as an option for her future. She loved car racing and I thought she might want to get involved in NASCAR, but the military? She was attending college at the time, although she wasn’t really enjoying the experience. I chalked it up to a phase. Like she was trying to figure out what to do with her life.

Well, she’d figured it out. In a big way.

After her father and I picked our jaws up from the bed, we started asking questions. Seemed Megan had been talking to a friend who was definitely enlisting soon. She wanted to do something bigger than herself. Wanted an adventure, to travel and work with a team. As she grew more passionate about moving in this direction, I knew there was no way to talk her out of this decision.

So we recommended she see a recruiter. Figure out which branch fit her personality. She already knew the Navy was out, she got seasick. When she came home and announced she was going to try for the Air Force, I was still pretty nervous. What if she got deployed?  Later, her recruiter told me it wasn’t a matter of if, but when. Mom did not like that answer.

Through a series of stops and starts, Megan finally left for boot camp. At the end the four long weeks, I flew out to Texas to see her graduate. This had to be the most humbling experience ever.

All these young men and woman marching out onto this great big field in timed precision and order on a very cold December day. If you ever have the change to go to a military graduation, please, attend. It’s one of the things that makes you proud to be an American. The music played, the flags waved and my heart swelled with pride.

The weekend flew by with many different ceremonies, but what I remember the most is the look of satisfaction on my daughter’s face. She’d made a decision and stuck by it. She went off to school and then into her chosen field.

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When you look at these young people willing to stand up for our country, it makes all the pettiness of politics pale. We live in a great county. We’ve raised men and women who care about more than themselves. They make the sacrifice to serve every day.  And we should honor them.

No matter what you choose to do this weekend, take a few minutes to reflect on those who gladly gave all for our country. Look at the holiday through a different lens. And have a very happy Memorial Day.

 

Tara Randel is an award-winning, USA TODAY bestselling author of fifteen 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. She is currently working on new stories for Harlequin Heartwarming, The Business of Weddings series, as well as books in the Amish Inn Mysteries. Visit Tara at www.tararandel.com. Like her on Facebook at Tara Randel Books

 

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The Good Stuff by Hannah Alexander

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After the end of a long travel itinerary and stressful driving in a strange place at midnight, I was just about to do some spouting off here about never flying again, never traveling again, maybe staying forever in our little spot of heaven on earth outside our tiny town in the wilderness–albeit our own plot of wilderness is now jungle. It would be easy to cover our eyes and ignore the rest of the world. Here, we have encountered only kindness from people who have gone out of their way to make us feel welcome in our new home of eight months. In other words, we’ve been spoiled by the true hearts of salt-of-the-earth folk.

Of course, there isn’t a traffic signal for forty miles in any direction of our house. We see more pickup trucks, cowboys, and cattle ranches (and cats and dogs)  than tall buildings. I don’t think there’s a building anywhere around, except a silo, taller than two stories.

Here in the wild, wild west, where the deer and antelope actually do roam, and truly, seldom is heard a disparaging word, we have been pampered in a whole new way. Since I avoid news stations, I had forgotten that there are a lot of angry people out there, taking out their ire on innocents around them, who in turn become angry, themselves. Manchester, UK, is the latest horror at this moment, and I’m praying for those poor people who saw their children wounded or taken from them by the evil that lingers on the earth.

So instead of focusing on rude airport employees, rude drivers, and stingrays hovering on the bottom of the surf where I was playing–which doesn’t even compare to the Manchester wickedness–I think we need to focus, at least for a while, on the good things. I’ve written my limit on the kittens I’m featuring in the pictures–though they are now the cutest little things on earth and we want to keep them all!–and focus, instead, on how we were greeted when we stepped off the airplane onto Nebraska ground.

The airport employees just east of the Wyoming border smiled and welcomed us home. That reminded me that other airport employees across the country also greeted us with courtesy and kindness, and that I should not focus on the few grumps.

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(Brief aside, this is the cover of an upcoming re-release of my novel, The Wedding Kiss, designed by a good friend, Angela Hunt. More on this release later, but didn’t she do a wonderful job?)

So after that commercial, let’s continue. Despite a short sleep and a very bumpy flight the night before, as soon as we landed we were hungry, and we had to do some grocery shopping for the things we yet can’t buy in our hometown. Every smiling face, every helpful hand–every person who went out of his/her way to help us find what we needed reminded us that, yes, there were a lot of very kind people whom we encountered on our trip. The kindness just seems to be spread more evenly amongst the locals.

On our trip, I could have done without the television news stations blaring everywhere we went while traveling–all the back-stabbing and ugliness, which, to me, is simply gossip. The kindness of the people we encountered as soon as we arrived back in Nebraska reminded us that kindness is alive and well everywhere, just not with everyone, as it seems to be here. I’m sure Mel could have done without much of my bitter complaining when we were practically invited to return home as soon as we landed in Florida by some burned-out employees. Some people hate their jobs. We don’t hate ours. I think I needed to dredge up some compassion.

Rudeness is contagious, and so out there where the population is more squeezed together, that contagion reaches more people–sort of the way tempers escalate on Facebook sometimes. Like the flu or strep throat. In this part of the country, that contagion seems to die out more quickly because people are more spread out, and the rudeness is smothered with kindness.

So what I’ve discovered is that when life is flowing easily and going the way we want, we tend to let down our guard. I know I forget to arm myself with the Word of God. Even though we have verses from the Bible on the walls, and even memorialized on the sidewalk leading to our house, I, for one, am not soaking up the wisdom of those passages.  Time to get back to the Bible and reload for the battles ahead, because there will be more battles. Next time I want to be prepared with kind words, not sharp comebacks.

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Please Welcome Guest Author Irene Hannon…

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Greetings, everyone. And thank you, Mary, for inviting me to be a guest today.

I have to begin this post with a confession.

I didn’t set out to be a writer of Christian fiction. Not because I didn’t want to be part of the genre, but because the genre didn’t exist when I began writing novels. (I’ve been at this a long time!) I simply wanted to write hope-filled stories featuring heroes and heroines with solid values and a strong, traditional moral code—what the mainstream market calls clean books.

Ultimately, after multiple rejections, my books found a home in the genre of Christian fiction, which was in its infancy. And I couldn’t be happier about where I landed. I’m honored to be part of a genre that’s filled with thought-provoking, uplifting and entertaining novels.

Although I began my career writing contemporary romance, today I write in two genres—romantic suspense and contemporary romance/women’s fiction.

So what will you find in my stories? Characters who are dealing with formidable challenges. Diverse settings, from a sun-kissed beach in a seaside Oregon town called Hope Harbor to a deserted railroad bridge high above a raging river. Touches of humor—because how would we survive without the ability to laugh and smile despite the adversities we face? And most of all, hope-filled endings. We live in a difficult age, but people of honor, principle, character and integrity do exist. You’ll meet them in my books. And I hope they’ll convince you that happy endings are possible.

 In terms of style, I compare my romantic suspense novels to Nora Roberts’ books in that genre—but without the profanity and explicit sex. Those who liked Dee Henderson’s O’Malley series should also enjoy my suspense books. In terms of contemporary romance/women’s fiction, fans of Debbie Macomber, Robyn Carr, Susan Wiggs and Becky Wade would find my books appealing.

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My April contemporary romance, Sandpiper Cove, takes place in the charming Oregon seaside town of Hope Harbor and features a police chief and an ex-con who join forces to keep a young man from falling into a life of crime. Sparks fly, but given their backgrounds, it’s not a promising match. However…in Hope Harbor, anything is possible!

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My next suspense novel, Dangerous Illusions, will be out in October. It’s about a police detective investigating a tragic death and a grieving woman with apparent memory lapses who face a deadly foe determined to protect an evil secret at any cost.

I hope you’ll give one—or both—a try!

Irene Hannon

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High School Faith by Julie Arduini

I confess, I enjoyed school. I liked learning and for the most part, it came easy for me.

If you exclude math and science.

Anyway, I had a photographic memory and when I’d do my homework, I would retain a lot of the information. I’d throw in a few minutes for studying, and I had pretty decent grades. When I went to college, I was warned it would be very challenging. Although I had more papers to write, I enjoyed the reading and did well with the quizzes and tests. Academics were not a huge stretch for me back in the day.

I realized lately I’ve applied my high school work habits to my faith. I’d throw up a prayer or two and consider it good. If I made time for devotions, I skimmed because there was so much I’d already read on that theme, or I knew the verse. Pride snuck in because I am a huge reader and Bible study participant. There hasn’t been a lot of major revelations for me when it came to my reading time.

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I was so off track I was giving myself a little pat on the shoulder for taking the time to try, despite knowing all there was to know.

Groan.

Pride absolutely comes before a fall and I feel what I’m learning lately has me in a spiritual free-fall. I can pray for so many people and situations and believe God, but when my kids are hurting, I’m undone.

And it hit me, my high school approach to faith won’t cut it.

What worked last year isn’t enough anymore. Not even three months ago. Probably not even three days ago. There are so many situations in our home and with people we care about that a little time on my Bible app and a quick “Hey, God, bless her…” prayer isn’t enough.

With that revelation, I’m thirsting after Him. I still do the “quick” verses from my Bible app reading, but I am journaling more. I have a 90 day devotional I am reading from, and I am also taking my time with Anne Graham Lotz The Daniel Prayer. Although my first thought is to think I know the book of Daniel already, I am putting my pride down at the foot of the Cross and I’m ready to learn an additional or new way to approach my heavenly Father.

I also moved my prayer place. I had an office a couple years ago, but my husband now works from home and he truly needs the space. My son is done with his freshman year of college, so he’s home. In a matter of weeks, our middle schooler is done with her school year, and she’ll be home. Having my prayer books and devotionals in the dining room isn’t going to cut it anymore.

I brought my books upstairs to the bedroom and decided as I air dry my hair, I’m going to be reading and praying. By then my husband is already working, so the room is mine. I can hear the birds and feel His presence. And I can go after Him hard.

This is something I just started and I feel different already. My senses are opened and I’m ready to receive. No more high school read and remember approach. I want to take the time. Learn. Change. Grow. Already challenges are hitting that threaten my peace and make me contemplate going back to old ways. But an old “wineskin” can’t keep new wine. I’ve got to press in. Life is too precious and the call on my life to pray and believe God is too important to be mediocre about it.

So, that’s my confession and game plan.

Did you study like I did in high school? Do you struggle with pride when it comes to spending time with God? Share away, I’d love to read your story.

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A Belated Mother’s Day Wish To My Second Mother…

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Yesterday we celebrated our mothers and everything that they do for us. I hope you all got a chance to see your mothers, and if you are a mother, I hope you were appreciated for all the hard you do.

For many of us, Mother’s Day was a bittersweet day. My mom passed away four years ago. I still think of her and all the times she was there for me growing up. I miss her so much.

But there are other women in our lives that touch our heart and become like a mother to us. That was my Aunt Mabel. She passed away almost twenty years ago but I still miss her. She was five foot tall, and as feisty as they get, but she loved God and truly lived a giving life. She didn’t have a lot of money, but what she did have, she gave generously. Whether it was to my sister and I or a total stranger.

Aunt Mabel, I know you are in heaven, probably stirring things up there.

I’m sure everyone has those women in your lives. They may not be related even, but they have touched us greatly and our lives wouldn’t be as rich without them in it.

Whether you’re a mom, stepmom, grandmother, aunt, or friend, chances are you’ve made a difference in someone’s life and you may not even know it. And I wanted to take this time to that you and wish you all a happy and blessed belated mother’s day, and my prayer is that each of you will realize just how important you are to someone.

Happy Belated Mother’s Day…

 

Mary Alford

www.maryalford.net

 

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Mother’s Day

When Mother’s Day approaches, I’m sure many of us recall the sacrifices our mothers made for us and wonder how they survived our “growing up” years. My own mom was a widow at the age of 29, left with three small children—a six-year-old son, a seventeen-month-old daughter and me—I was six weeks old when my father contracted spinal meningitis and died. To this day, I marvel that my mother not only survived that tragic event, but continued to overcome many other obstacles with grace and dignity. I could go on and on about her many good deeds and sacrifices, but suffice it to say that she loved and served the Lord, as well as her family, with an unrelenting fervor. She was quite a lady. The picture of my mom, brother and sister is one of my favorites.

Of course, I couldn’t let Mother’s Day go by without a bit of history about the “mother” of Mother’s Day, Anna Jarvis of Grafton, West Virginia. Having family who hailed from West Virginia, we frequently traveled Route 119, the road that fronts the Jarvis homestead. My ties to West Virginia run deep enough that I set one of my recent books, The Potter’s Lady, along the banks of the Tygart River in Grafton, West Virginia.

While doing a bit of my research, I discovered some things I didn’t know about Mother’s Day. The following is from history.com and speaks to the forward-thinking ideas of Ann Marie Jarvis, the mother of Anna Jarvis:

The origins of Mother’s Day include Ann Marie Jarvis, the mother of Anna Jarvis. In the years before the Civil War, Ann Marie Jarvis helped start “Mothers’ Day Work Clubs” to teach local women how to properly care for their children.

Her Mother’s Day Work Clubs raised money for medicine and hired help for moms suffering from tuberculosis.

During the American Civil War, Ann Marie lost four of her children to disease; in total, eight of her 12 offspring died before reaching adulthood. Despite her personal tragedies, Ann Marie never stopped her community service.

These clubs later became a unifying force in a region of the country still divided over the Civil War. In 1868 Jarvis organized “Mothers’ Friendship Day,” at which mothers gathered with former Union and Confederate soldiers to promote reconciliation.

The official Mother’s Day holiday arose in the 1900s as a result of the efforts of Ann Marie’s daughter, Anna Jarvis. Following her mother’s 1905 death, Anna Jarvis conceived of Mother’s Day as a way of honoring the sacrifices mothers made for their children.

After gaining financial backing from a Philadelphia department store owner named John Wanamaker, in May 1908 she organized the first official Mother’s Day celebration at a Methodist church in Grafton, West Virginia. That same day also saw thousands of people attend a Mother’s Day event at one of Wanamaker’s retail stores in Philadelphia.

Following the success of her first Mother’s Day, Jarvis—who remained unmarried and childless her whole life—resolved to see her holiday added to the national calendar. Arguing that American holidays were biased toward male achievements, she started a massive letter writing campaign to newspapers and prominent politicians urging the adoption of a special day honoring motherhood.

By 1912 many states, towns and churches had adopted Mother’s Day as an annual holiday, and Jarvis had established the Mother’s Day International Association to help promote her cause. Her persistence paid off in 1914 when President Woodrow Wilson signed a measure officially establishing the second Sunday in May as Mother’s Day.

So, there you have it. A bit of my personal history, and a little history of Mother’s Day. To each of you mothers out there, I hope you have a blessed Mother’s Day.

~Judy

 

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Finding Rest by Tara Randel

I did something a few weeks ago I haven’t done in ages. I took a day off and went to the beach. That’s right. I packed up a chair, sunglasses and a jug of water and hit the sand. And enjoyed every precious moment.

The sad thing is, I live about twenty minutes away from a beautiful beach and I can’t tell you the last time I drove out there. It took a visitor from up north to get me out of my normal schedule and take a day off. Granted, I work from home and set my own hours, but I’ve been writing steadily for the past few years without many breaks. As I sat under a gorgeous blue sky and gazed out over the Gulf, I realized I need more days like this. Downtime is important. Our minds need to rest so our creativity can find room to soar.

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It also occurred to me that I need to appreciate more the picturesque world God has created. I make sure to spend quiet time with God daily, no matter the number of pages I need to write or how many deadlines are approaching. But to visit God while sitting under the sun? Time well spent.

But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31

I didn’t realize it, but I needed my spiritual strength renewed. I needed to rest in the Almighty.

Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.  Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge. Psalm 62:5-8

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Doesn’t this look like a great place to work? Or read? Or daydream?

May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands. Psalm 90:17

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Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. Psalm 91:1

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Sometimes we need a reminder to rest in the Lord. Whether it be at the beach, hiking through the mountains, sitting quietly on your back porch, or gazing at your children or grandchildren, there are many ways we find Him. I encourage you to find your special place of rest in the Lord this week. Keep returning there so it doesn’t become a long overdue trip to the beach, but a way of life.

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Tara Randel is an award-winning, USA TODAY bestselling author of fifteen 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 newest Heartwarming release, The Wedding March, available now. Visit Tara at www.tararandel.com. Like her on Facebook at Tara Randel Books

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Test Your Geography Skills

As I mentioned the last time I posted, I’ve been reading about some of the experiences of women around the world. Let me just say it’s reminded me to get down on my knees in gratitude to God for having been born in America! Here, we can open or run businesses, go into politics, science, art, or education by tapping into the gifts we were born with to make this world a better place. Women can truly be just about anything they want to be if their passions and talents are in sync.

The other day I returned to an educational site I’ve visited from time to time, simply because the Middle East is so often in the news. There is unrest in many places, but somehow it seems even more common in this spot. Syria. Iraq. Sudan. Yemen. And of course Israel and the Palestinian Territory.

If you’ve ever wondered where these places are which are mentioned so often in the news, here’s a link to a fun, educational site that can help you sharpen your knowledge of geography. Have you ever wondered why Turkey is having so much trouble with the Syrian crisis? Why there were so many refugees in Lebanon? Where Afghanistan is in relation to Iraq?

The site is called Rethinking Schools, and it’s a map “test” just for fun. I’ve visited this site often to increase my geography skills, but ever since learning about how women are treated in many of these countries, I’ve also begun to pray for each country, and in particular for the women.

 

If you want to test yourself, simply drag the name of the country to the spot on the map where you think that country is and see how many you get right. It’s easy to keep trying until you get them right! Then send up a prayer for the people who suffer there, the birthplace of Christianity.

Please note, the picture below is simply a screenshot and to play the game you must click on this link (also linked above).

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Do You Need a 36-hour Day? by Hannah Alexander

Do you ever feel so rushed that you don’t know if you can get everything done today that MUST absolutely be done? I’ve managed to slow down a little lately, but I’ve been reading posts from friends who have the “but-first” syndrome. And I get it. So does this little stray kitten, Prancy, who had been left outside to wander alone, untouched by a vet, where she became “with child” far too young. Like us, with our avalanche of duties, she wasn’t prepared.

For instance, you’ve got a whole novel to finish by the end of the month, but first you have another rewrite due tomorrow, but first you have to feed and clothe your family, and then the music minister asks you to prepare a song to sing next Sunday morning, and then…well, let me just say I ‘m glad that isn’t the case for me right now because I’d be running through the Nebraska Sand Hills yelling, “Take me away!”

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I know we all realize we take too much on ourselves from time to time–or some of us all the time–and we find our lives a little upside-down, sort of like young Prancy.

The wise people I know are willing to ask for help. I have friends who know to ask online for prayer when they’re struggling. Those who ask already know the prayers will be there for them, and those who receive that request know to pray right then. Those prayers are powerful. I have other friends who have been wise enough to ask for an extension on their manuscripts, or even ask certain friends for help with their manuscripts. Yes, all their other writing friends are usually busy with their own work, but we do get together to brainstorm and help each other out. I find that energizes me.

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Simply allowing others to help carry the load can make all the difference. Sure, as a writer, you still have to write your own story, but friends can help with other things, such as encouraging, working with you, cooking for you or bringing food to the airport when you’re traveling on a tight schedule and won’t have time for dinner. I have a friend who is doing that very soon. How wonderful it is to have friends.

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In the ongoing saga of the kittens, Prancy and her four kittens nearly died because she was too young to feed them as often as they needed to be fed. We saw her going down far too quickly, the kittens had no milk and were always crying, so I rushed to the local farm store and bought cat milk replacement. I ended up giving that milk to Prancy to drink. She now drinks three bowls every day. Though she’s emaciated, she now has the energy to get out of their playpen and walk around the garage with me, even into the house. The kittens are thriving and are very happy to see us when we visit.

I can’t end without urging you to pay it forward. Taking care of a stray cat in trouble was the right thing for us to do. You might see someone struggling, and yes, a few words of encouragement might be all they need. Prancy needed more. It’s a hardship on us, but it’s also a blessing. You might find that if God points out a struggling person–friend or acquaintance–who is typically a hard-working, strong person, but might be at a standstill for some reason. I have a very dear friend who lost her husband recently. They were married over sixty years. I’m more than a day’s drive away from her and all I can do right now is keep in touch and make sure to encourage and show her my love. I can only pray that someone nearby will pull her out of the house and help her with her grief.

Maybe there’s someone who is a new widower or widow who is suddenly lost without a spouse. You can reach out in a physical way and be there for them. Actually offer to do laundry or help freeze all the food neighbors and friends brought, or just get that friend out of the house for a day so the grief doesn’t become too heavy.

I’ve found that the rewards of paying it forward–even anonymously at times–are great. I’ve been rewarded for the slightest kindness I’ve shown. But I don’t do it for the rewards. They’re just an side-effect.

Here’s hoping God directs you to someone soon who could use your help–or if you’re in need of help, here’s hoping God directs someone to your side to share the burden. It’s all about sharing God’s love.

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Tale of Two Men by Vicki Hinze

Tale of Two Men, Vicki Hinze

 

In the past year, I’ve watched a tale of two men unfold on social media. Actually, it is still unfolding. I won’t get specific because it’s political, and politics is not the focus, or the reason for the close observation.

 

The focus is on the character of two men, and how others react to them. The emotions they evoke, the loyalty they conjure, the inspiration they offer. I wanted to see how bonds form between people who have never met. I’ve spent over a year studying this, because it’s a significant thing in today’s society and that makes it significant to any writer who creates stories that emulate real life.

 

I expected attachments. We get interested and involved, we empathize and care for those with whom we associate and relate. And we form snap and hostile opinions toward those who treat them unfairly. Our initial instinct is to jump in and defend—and many do. But just as many respond with an emoji laughing, weeping, or expressing their agreement or disagreement. Sometimes elegantly, sometimes vulgarly, but nearly always bluntly and with an honesty often tempered when interacting with someone face-to-face.

 

And then there are those who don’t respond, but because you’ve been watching them you can clearly imagine their reaction. They’re smiling like Cheshire cats or rolling their eyes heavenward on the other side of their screens because they know better or because they’re fed up or amused that someone is so far off-base.

 

Doing such research isn’t for the feint of heart or those who require coddling. You see and hear raw emotional reactions, all the things people used to think but never say. There’s something about the anonimity of being behind a screen that emboldens some to just spill every thought that flows through their mind without a hint of internal censor. In that way, it’s uncivilized a lot of the time. But it’s also fascinating to see unfiltered thoughts. Those too are critical for realism in writing.

 

Interestingly, we find the range of emotions and emotional reactions we see in everyday off-line life. Trust, faith, compassion. Betrayal, backstabbing, dishonesty. Social-climbing, spin, lies and everything else in between. We also see great acts of love, small and enormously huge kindnesses. We see a full cross-section of humanity. It’s messy. So are we.

 

The only reason I included all of this in this article is to share an open-eyed assessment of some of my observations. Bottom line: When online, beware. All the good and bad in off-line life exists online also. And online we lack the intuitive responses of body language, tone inflections, and visual hints to guide us to judgments on honesty and deception.

 

That said, I’ve watched some people for a long, long time now, and when you do that, you glean insights into those individuals’ character. Good is still easy to spot—and actions bear it out, confirming goodness. Evil is a bit trickier because ulterior motives are often at work. Like in life, few are pure evil, but if they are, they are easy to spot (and to stay away from). Actions speak most loudly, so watch and see how people treat others. How they respond to others. And that brings me to my tale of two men…

 

These men, A and B, are competitors. One, A, risked everything to start an online business and is moderately successful but struggling. B chose another path and revealed hints of nefarious practices and an absence of character. But only hints.

 

Both men have loyal followings, supporters who stand with them, and, staunchly defend when criticism arises—and it often does. That’s normal for online, where emotions are heated and typically raw.

 

In glimpses, we see A speak frankly about his struggles. Not in a ‘poor me’ kind of way, but in a ‘these are the facts and they’re often not pretty but they are real’ kind of way. In B we get more of the ‘poor me’ glimpses, and diversionary tactics employed to change the subject when the heat gets too hot.

 

Observers don’t miss the glimpses and they call the men out. A defends his positions and actions. B can’t.

 

Some would simplify this tale as a classic battle of good versus evil. That wouldn’t be an inaccurate assessment. And yet we see A, who struggles to get things right, to hold back what does or could do harm, often get the proverbial short end of the stick while B, who simply doesn’t act responsibly, seems to flourish.

 

Isn’t that the way of it? Good suffers and evil flourishes?

 

In life, the watchers tend to avoid those behaving irresponsibly. We recognize truth-tellers and gravitate to them and away from the opportunists with ulterior motives. So sometimes we see the fallout created and sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we see the reckoning.

 

Online, it’s more difficult to determine truth-tellers. Some who are not truth-tellers are very good at deception. But eventually they out themselves and then there is a reckoning. Observing, we see it unfold. The deceptive tapestry woven begins to unravel and gaping holes appear. In those holes, the truth is exposed.

 

When that reckoning comes, an explosion of emotion in others comes with it. A is vindicated. Those loyal followers are vindicated to themselves and others—truth has verified their faith in this human being was and is just. B is exposed, disgraced, and despised by those who always opposed him. His loyal followers are shocked by the deception, angry, incredibly disappointed, and suffer a very real and intense sense of betrayal that reshapes their perspective on not only B but on all he espoused.

 

These emotional reactions are all real. The impact on the people having them is real. And, as in off-line experiences, these online experiences do alter perceptions and views in people overall—on or off-line.

 

That impact, I think surprises some people, but it shouldn’t. The anonymity of online removes or lowers guards and filters. Assumptions that others are acting under the standards we hold dear are made. False assumptions. People conduct themselves according to their own standards, not to ours, but online that is easier to forget.

 

My intent in sharing this article was two-fold. First, to speak honestly about some of what we see in social media, and secondly, to share the tale of the two men. In reading this, I see I have done the first and fallen shy on the second, so let me sum it up:

 

A is a man of character who struggles, expects to struggle and holds himself accountable to the highest possible standards by just about anyone’s measure. He is for truth. Whatever it is, it is, and the chips fall where they may. He is responsible, and will not share info that he determines could put others in jeopardy or cause harm. Admirable and noble and—and this is what makes him incredibly special—unassuming. He doesn’t shine in limelight or enjoy huge financial rewards. He’s just a good man doing what he believes in and what he is convinced is right. (In many ways, this makes him a hero.)

 

B is a man of questionable character who is bent on fortune and fame and willingly uses whatever, whenever, however to do it…subtly. He is for himself. And if he must use another or twist the truth to manufacture benefit to himself through sensationalism or other less than honorable means, so be it. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day and, when he can, he exploits that to seed favor with his loyalists. He’s rewarded greatly. He’s a man out to make a name for himself and to secure a future that offers what he sees as the best of everything—mostly reliant on money—and he, he believes, richly deserves it all. If he has to knock-out and walk over a few bodies to get there, okay.

 

My point is we each have to decide which kind of person we want to be. These aren’t decisions only these two men face. We all face them.

 

I’m reminded of the tax collector who became an Apostle. A man hated for doing his duty, his job. A man tapped on the shoulder by Christ and asked, “Will you?” That man said, “Yes, I will,” and he did. His life was never idyllic or easy. He struggled mightily and he wasn’t always treated with the dignity and respect he deserved. But he did amass loyal followers. He did accomplish his mission through his life’s work. Was he “successful?” Well, he changed not only his life but the lives of countless others—then and ever since, including today. That’s significant success, wouldn’t you say?

 

And I’m reminded of Judas, the betrayer who sold his soul for thirty pieces of silver. His reckoning came, and he ended up hanging himself. He discovered he had a conscience, after all, and the magnimity of his actions proved too much for him to bear. It’s noteworthy that those who recruited Judas lied to him—Jesus wasn’t to be harmed—but he was harmed. That “safety” assurance, no doubt, acted as salve to the wound in Judas’s conscience that permitted him to betray Christ. But the harm to Christ was Judas’s reckoning. And the burden of his part in it was too much for Judas to endure.

 

I’m not saying B will suffer a similar fate or that he should. I hope and pray he doesn’t. I hope and pray he examines his goals and aspirations, weighs the spiritual impact of them, and makes a serious course correction.

 

I am saying the observation offers an opportunity for all of us to see the value of taking action. We should weigh the spiritual impact of our actions on ourselves and on others. None of us are islands, right? The Apostle proved an ordinary person can have an extraordinary, lasting effect.

 

So that’s the tale of two men and a snippet of what I’ve observed people-watching online. I do want to say that I’ve met some fantastic people I have come to care about a great deal. And in case you’re wondering if there are any great people left in this chaotic world, I can assure you there are. Many great people both off and online.*

 

 

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Child-Like Faith by Julie Arduini

This has been a year where I’m pouring everything I can into our children. More than basic life lessons, I’m trying to show them prayer strategies to draw them closer to Christ and believe not just in God, but believe God.

That is, until the kids are teaching me.

Our youngest is thirteen and has some life challenges that forces her to work a little harder than her peers in a few areas. She has a joy about her that is in her smile and eyes. Yet, she has felt the loneliness of not having a true friend in school. She has acquaintances, but she’s grown up watching my friend since kindergarten remain close to me. More than that, middle school is rough, and she’s wanted “God with skin on.”

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While praying, both her and her brother have had all kinds of experiences from bullying to transition to a car accident. As a mom, these things have rocked me like nothing else. But, we’ve pressed on. Right after the car accident I knew we were all angry that yet another tough thing was happening, and I didn’t want bitterness to take root. So we praised God. We listed every single thing that was good about the accident.

Turned out, there was quite a list.

And, I could tell it was breaking the pain.

Around the time of the accident, women from our church were waking during the night with our daughter’s name in mind. They would pray, not knowing all her circumstances. Presents landed on our doorstep, just for her. She’d walk into church and ladies would hand her gifts. Two of her favorite young adults handed her bags of clothes.

The favor was crazy, and I encouraged her that although that “best friend” prayer hasn’t been answered yet, this is God lavishing on her. Letting her know she is not alone, and He hears her prayers.

Recently another big request came to pass. There was a situation that wasn’t improving and we asked God that if it wasn’t meant to be for that situation to remain, prosper it somewhere else. She announced that out of no where, the situation was done. The result of everything about it prospering somewhere else.

I wanted to be elated. In a short amount of time I watched people rising up to pray for her. Encourage her. Sacrifice their time to spend time with her. That her second big request came to pass as fast as a finger-snap. But that one prayer. That one friend she could count on in a place that can be so brutal, it wasn’t there. Not even close.

And my faith was wavering.

I told her how awesome all this was and she admitted for all the times she questioned God if He even cared about her, He’s sure showing her how much He does. Her pain remains, but she hears His voice. She feels His presence. I went on to confess how I just wished that one prayer could be in the praise column.

Her face lit up. “Mom, don’t you see? So much has happened that I know He’s got an answer. It’s not here yet. But it’s around the corner.”

Wow.

You’d think I would have learned by now. Years ago after encouraging our then elementary-age son to trust God, he was talking about a school picnic after school. It had rained all day and the chances of that picnic happening outside looked slim to none. I blurted that out to him. He shook his head. “But Mom, we prayed. I believe He’s going to give us sun. See, the clouds are already leaving.”

I looked up and sure enough, the gray was parting, revealing blue. By the time we needed to leave for the picnic, it was sunny. It was a humbling, amazing lesson.

I don’t know how God is going to answer our child’s prayer. It could be in the form of a girl her age that stays her friend for decades. It could be mentors older than her that can give her so much love and wisdom so she can walk the school halls with God confidence. I don’t know. But I know Who does.

And I’m thankful for the reminder that came from a child, full of faith.

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