A few years back, my husband and I along with two of our good friends went on a Four-Wheel adventure together.
To this day, it is one of my favorite memories and we’ve had quite a few with our good friends.
These pictures were taken on the Continental Divide Trail outside of Lake City, Colorado. Yes, that’s me behind my husband all bundled up in the helmet. This was during August but it was still quite cold in the high country.
We’ve had some amazing adventures with our friends from this trip to the top of the mountain to the time we were stranded with two flat tires outside of Platoro, Colorado on the 4th of July.
Whether on a four-wheeler or a car with two flat tires, getting to the mountaintop isn’t always easy. It’s a path that can be paved with heartbreak and broken dreams. Sickness and even death.
In Psalm 23: 4 David writes, Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
What an amazing promise. No matter how dark our valleys are, or how euphoric the mountaintops can get, we are on a journey that will have bad days and wonderful ones.
But as you pass through this world filled with troubles, look up! Heaven is our future home and we are all just walking each other home.
Doesn’t that sound like something a military leader of old would have shouted. I can almost picture a cavalry officer or Civil War officer yelling this to the troops. Can’t you?
But this is part of a verse from the Bible. Here is the whole verse:
He who scatters has come up before your face.
Man the fort!
Watch the road!
Strengthen your flanks!
Fortify your power mightily. Nahum 2:1 (NKJV)
When I read this very this past week, I was struck with how timely this advice is. These words, written thousands of years ago, still apply today. To us. As a warning.
He who scatters has come up before your face – Who scatters? Every Christian knows this answer. Our enemy, the devil, does his best to scatter us or keep up from fellowship. He is like a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour (I Peter 5:8) and he wants to get us alone and vulnerable.
Man the fort! We must be aware of the danger. Being alert to the wiles of Satan can keep us from falling into his traps. To do that, we must watch our home, our workplace, our family. Be aware of what is going on around you. Note changes in atmosphere and pray for God’s wisdom and guidance. Carry His word with you in your heart.
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer;
The God of my strength, in whom I will trust;
My shield and the horn of my salvation,
My stronghold and my refuge;
My Savior, You save me from violence. 2 Sam. 22: 2-3 (NKJV)
Watch the road! Be aware of what is coming. We know difficult times are ahead and we need to be ready for them. To stand strong a soldier of the Lord needs to be prepared. Watch for what is coming against you. Face the attack with grace and strength, not in fear and hatred. Watch the road and be prepared.
Strengthen your flanks! Know what is happening close around you. Encourage those who come alongside you. Spread words of wisdom. Know your scripture. Act with the love of God. Be a mighty Christian who stands on the rock of our salvation. Be strong in the Lord.
Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Eph. 6:10 (NKJV)
Those words of old do apply today. The battle we face is the same. The enemy seeks to destroy us.
Quite a few years ago, my husband and I went to watch a middle school softball game. Two of our coworkers had daughters on opposing teams. We enjoy baseball and softball, no matter who is playing. But this was a bonus to see these girls in action.
There was an incident from this game that I still giggle about to this day. For those of you who don’t know a lot about the game, when a particular team is at bat, two coaches from the team (often times they are assistant coaches) stand at first base and third base. They are called first base coach and third base coach. The purpose is that they can help watch where the ball goes, and let the runners know if it is safe to proceed to the next base or not.
During one part of the game, there was a girl on first base. The head coach was also the third base coach. (Since this was middle school, I imagine some schools don’t have assistant coaches in their budget.) While another girl was at bat, the head coach was trying to get the first base runner’s attention. As you likely know, in baseball and softball, teams have different hand signals that they use to relay different plays. So in this case, he was trying to signal for her to steal second base. However, the girl was not paying him any attention at all. So finally, the coach shouted across the field for all to hear, “Rebecca! Steal!” And finally Rebecca knew what she was supposed to do, and she stole second base. I am giggling as I write this, because the whole incident was quite comical.
I was thinking about this recently and it made me think of God and how He attempts to communicate with us. Sometimes He will give us gentle nudges, like when a coach uses hand signals. I love the story in the Bible when the Lord whispers to Elijah. This is a beautiful reminder that we should always keep our ears open.
The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.” Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” – 1 Kings 19:11-13
Unfortunately, I fear that often times, we are not paying attention to Him. We are doing our own thing, distracted by life and the things around us, and we miss God’s whispers. So there are other times when the Lord has to seemingly shout at us to get our attention. He might use a big incident to finally make us tune into His voice. Unfortunately, this still isn’t a guarantee that we will listen. Some of us can be too stubborn to open our ears and hearts to Him.
I would much rather hear God’s quiet voice the first time, instead of waiting for Him to shout. And I certainly don’t want to be too stubborn to obey when I do know He is speaking to me. Sometimes there could be dire consequences of not listening to God.
A good example is Jonah. In Jonah 1:2, the Lord told him to “go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come up before me.” Jonah did not want to do what God commanded of him. This is because he knew the people of Nineveh were evil, and he felt they didn’t deserve the Lord’s mercy. So Jonah ran the other way. Well, Jonah got into a bit of a pickle. Long story short, he spent three days and three nights in the belly of a whale. Finally when he prayed, the Lord rescued him. The Lord once again commanded him to go to Nineveh, and this time Jonah obeyed.
This is a good lesson for us to listen to the Lord’s leading at all times. But I admit in today’s world, it is more difficult than ever. We have many things vying for our attention, and the Lord’s whispers can easily be drowned out.
So how can we learn to hear from God? 1 – From my experience, reading the Bible and praying daily are important steps that help us to better distinguish His voice amongst all the other voices we hear. As Jesus said in John 10:27, “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.“ 2 – Also, for me to better hear God’s voice, I need to eliminate distractions. We live in a world full of devices that are constantly dinging and pinging. It is easy to get sucked into a vortex where we are constantly checking our email, texts, social media, and more. We can and should create boundaries in our technical world. This helps to clear the clutter in our heads and leaves room for God’s presence. 3 – Practice listening. Too often our prayer life consists of us doing all the talking. We don’t stop to listen to see if God has something to say. So during your prayer time, try to create space for God to speak.
Those tips have helped me to better hear God’s voice. If you have any tips, feel free to share in the comments. If we are consistent, we will continue to grow in this area. When we are intentional about seeking God and listening to Him, we will be amazed at how much He shows up in our lives.
Trying to guess how things will go after 2020 has been quite the game. We make plans and they have been delayed. We think all is well, and then find out it is not. We start to lose hope in things only to discover blessings and progress.
Planning a vacation post-quarantine? I had no idea how it would go.
For starters, our original plan was to mirror our parent’s dream vacation to Hawaii. We thought it would be a great way to heal and honor their memory. The vacation was canceled and although we believe one day we’ll take that trip, it won’t be this year.
So, Ocean City, Maryland it was. My husband, daughter and I were driving from Ohio, and my sister and nephew were coming from Upstate NY. Lancaster, PA seemed like a good halfway point for both of us, so we decided to meet up there.
Mom loved Amish country and it was her 78th birthday when we met up, so we thought to remember her we’d stay overnight. We went to Sight and Sound and watched Queen Esther, which was so amazing. Esther’s story has been one of my favorites for years. This year it has been extra special as I have shared it with my sister in relation to current events. If you have the opportunity to go, take it! It’s worth it.
We then journeyed to Ocean City. Our accommodations were beautiful, including views of the bay. We went to the ocean, the boardwalk, Assateague Island, and of course, souvenir shopping. The weather was storybook summer—hot with a nice breeze.
I wish I could say the experience was storybook. Unfortunately not long after arriving in Ocean City, my hip locked up and that usually threatens my knee. I have knees that dislocate easy and it’s happened on vacation. That got in my head.
Fear flew in the mental door I opened. And took up residence.
By the time we reached the boardwalk the second full day, I was having trouble walking. I feared any ground I wasn’t familiar with and a boardwalk just felt dangerous to me. That was before it started raining. In the middle of our walk, a storm came out of no where and poured heavy rain on that boardwalk for close to two hours. Once we felt the rain was light enough to head back to the car, I was stiff from sitting and the cold rain. My feet were soaked and I didn’t have supportive shoes on.
Thank God I have supportive family.
That trek should have taken a few minutes, but I inched along, grabbing the boardwalk wall and the backs of benches for security. By the next day, I needed two knee braces to walk at all, and even then, it was painful.
Was it all in my mind? Did it start in my mind and then become an actual ailment? I was driving myself mad trying to figure it out. All while slowing everyone down with my small steps.
I wondered if it was a post-Covid introvert fear of being in such a touristy place, because I didn’t struggle in Lancaster, or when we went back there on the way home, it wasn’t as bad. Whatever the issue, I was determined not to let fear win. I kept up with the agenda the best I could. Assateague Island was so pretty and we had the nicest hosts who are local friends of my sister’s. The wild horses don’t give way to the tourists, you give way to them. It was a beautiful sight.
We returned to Lancaster and enjoyed a dinner at a railroad restaurant (Casey Jones) and then ended our time with a buggy ride at the same location. We agreed Lancaster was more our speed. Ocean City offers a lot, but it is wall-to-wall tourists. It was a bit overwhelming for us.
Once home, I spent a lot of time in prayer and a phrase came to mind from a book I read a couple years ago.
Pain has to go somewhere.
As I prayed I realized I had a lot more anger and grief stored inside me than I thought. I confessed every thought and lamented my feelings. When I finished, I did feel lighter.
The chiropractor was able to immediately see me and I learned my back and neck were out of alignment, and I strained my knee and hamstrings. He showed me exercises to strengthen those areas. I also felt it was time to talk to a Christian counselor as I have more travel planned, and I do not want to receive the spirit of infirmity or fear. I’d like to learn strategies so if I have an issue with my walking, it doesn’t consume me when in an unfamiliar area.
What about you? Have you traveled since quarantine? Did you have expectations? Were they met?
I’m excited to share the release of my new book, Stealing Her Best Friend’s Heart, available now. This is the first book in a new series, The Golden Matchmakers Club.
I always enjoy starting a new series, creating new characters and story lines. But as for the setting? The book takes place in Golden Georgia, a fictitious small mountain town I introduced to readers in my last series. I love this place, it is truly the location where I would love to live. And I adore small towns, so this book, and the ones to follow, are close to my heart.
A home renovation… Could change this friendship forever.
Heidi Welch has her eye on the perfect home…until Reid Masterson buys it! Now Heidi has one last chance to get back the home of her dreams from her childhood friend and longtime crush. If she helps Reid with the renovations, he’ll sell her the house. But “just friends” seems just about impossible…especially when friendship keeps getting in the way of falling in love.
I had a wonderful time with Heidi and Reid. And the Matchmakers Club? They took on a life of their own. Secondary characters are fun to write because they can get away with so much! As you’ll find out in this book.
I know down deep in my bones that God gave me this incredible career. I start every project giving Him glory, call on Him many times during the process, and dedicate each story to Him. If not for His favor, I don’t know if I’d be an author. I don’t take it lightly, but must confess, every minute writing is a gift.
Here is a short excerpt:
In the bright light, his eyes were the same deep shade as his hunter green shirt. He looked so good, so solid so… Reid. It hurt.
She stumbled and the tote slipped down her arm, landing on the floor. Two small cans rolled out and she got down on her knees to retrieve them.
Reid hurried over, placing his toolbox on a table before he joined her.
“You okay?”
“You just startled me. I thought I was alone.”
Reid reached for the can. Held it up and smiled. “Cat food?”
“I stopped by Masterson House earlier. Alveda gave them to me. She’s always buying toys or food for Mr. Whiskers.”
“I need to meet that lucky guy.”
Reid at her apartment? She nearly choked. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Usually she makes his food from scratch and sends it home with me. He’s picky, so I try to bribe him with fresh chicken, fish…”
Why was she going on about her cat?
Once she had her belongings inside the tote, she rose. Reid took hold of her arm to steady her. Actually, it was his casual touch that set her off-balance, but that seemed to be a regular reaction these days.
“Thanks.”
He tilted his head. “Are you okay?”
“Of course. I’m always good.”
He sent her a knowing look.
“I have a lot on my plate at the moment. No biggy.”
“Maybe you should slow down.”
So she had more time to spend with her ridiculous thoughts? No, thank you.
“I’ll be fine. Thanks for being concerned.”
“That’s what friends do.”
Ah, right. It was official. Reid did not have romantic feelings for her.
This was good, she told herself. Now she could move on. Get back on track. Look at Reid as her old buddy, not the hunky contractor who had a starring role in her daydreams.
“I’m glad you said that,” she confirmed. “We are friends.”
There. She’d made a public declaration she wouldn’t take back.
I hope you get a chance to read Stealing Her Best Friend’s Heart. It’s is a fun summer read that will keep you occupied by the pool or at the beach.
Also, I have a book tour this week. Stop by Prism Book Tours for the schedule and enter to win a giveaway.
In the 1800s, Africa was considered a “dark continent” because its interior geography was unknown to Europeans and because it was considered uncivilized.
The Christian missionary and explorer David Livingstone is credited with shedding light on the continent by exploring regions Europeans had not previously visited. One of his motivations was to open up the continent to trade as a means of bringing an end to the slave trade.
But it was not Livingstone who popularized the idea of Africa as a dark continent. Rather, that was Henry Morton Stanley, the journalist sent to Africa to find Livingstone, the man who reportedly greeted Livingstone with the phrase, “Dr. Livingstone, I presume.” Stanley was himself an explorer, adventurer, and author of some note, publishing several books. Through the Dark Continent (1878) described his journey of exploration which confirmed that Lake Victoria was the source of the Nile River and that the nearby Lualaba River (discovered by Livingstone) was actually the Congo River flowing west into the Atlantic Ocean. In Darkest Africa (1890) described the second of two trips up the Congo River that Stanley undertook at the request of King Leopold II of Belgium. Stanley established trading posts along the river and laid the groundwork for the colony of the Belgian Congo.
Playing off the idea of Africa as a dark continent,William Booth, founder of the Salvation Army, wrote In Darkest England and the Way Out (1890). While many Europeans considered that it was “the white man’s burden” to bring civilization and economic prosperity to areas such as Africa, Booth argued that England had its own areas of darkness. He wanted to rescue the unemployed urban poor from city workshops by sending them to farm colonies and then to overseas colonies. His scheme provided the foundation for the Salvation Army’s extensive social services, which continue to this day.
Another significant book was published shortly after the other three. Heart of Darkness (1899), is a novella by Polish-English novelist Joseph Conrad. The story is narrated by a character named Charles Marlowe while sitting on a ship anchored in the Thames River in London. Marlowe begins his tale with the words, “And this also has been one of the dark places of the earth.” He was referring to the time when the ancient Romans brought civilization to barbaric England at the far reaches of the civilized world. The story shifts from the Thames River to the Congo River, where civilized Europeans were said to be similarly bringing civilization to the Belgian Congo. Marlowe describes how he had earlier piloted a steamboat up the Congo River in search of a European trader name Kurtz, who had written a report for the International Society for the Suppression of Savage Customs. The report eloquently summed up the European mission of bringing civilization and enlightenment to the dark continent.
Heart of Darkness is a masterful novel, full of stark images, biblical allusions, and ironic observations. Without ever stating it, the book marvelously demonstrates that the darkness does not reside in some supposed uncivilized outpost but in the human heart, not least of all in the hearts of supposedly civilized men. It presents an unflattering and realistic portrait of colonialism, an unpopular thing to do at the time. Conrad knew what he was talking about because he himself was a sailor who had travelled on distant seas and had piloted a steamboat up the Congo River.
Conrad’s novella has a special significance for me. It was on the curriculum one year when I was in high school, and I decided to read the book the summer before to get ready for the fall. I finished the book and said, “What an odd book. Nothing happened. Why would someone write a story like that?” Essentially, Marlowe went up the river and came back without anything significant being achieved. So, I went back and re-read the book. It was on my second reading that I realized that the events (or lack of them) didn’t really matter. The insights into human life below the storyline were profound. That book showed me what was possible in a novel, that a novel could convey deep meaning. It was the book that got me hooked on novels and inspired me to try writing fiction myself. It set a high bar for fiction that I have striven to emulate. I doubt that I have achieved it, but I have continued to try.
Recently, my husband and I attended family reunion. There were lots of people there and plenty of good food, but my favorite part of the reunion was listening to the amazing stories told by older members of the family.
The stories they shared about the lives they live and the things they went through growing up were like fuel for this writer’s imagination.
It made me realize I’m a bit jealous of the simpler times in which they lived. And I could sit at their feet for house listening.
Many remembered using wagons and horses to work in the field. Everyone in the neighborhood would come together to help each other with their crops.
After a hard day in the field, swimming in the neighborhood creek was a special way to cool off and relax and enjoy a picnic with their neighbors.
And each summer, everyone in the community getting together for a revival that lasted several weeks where there would be fellowship and worship.
Many of the people at the reunion still live in my rural community, and have been neighbors with each other since they were children. I miss that. The world was so much smaller back then. There are times when I wish we could go back to those days before progress and technology made it too easy not have those face-to-face talks with the neighbors. The community get-togethers where everyone showed up. Back then, if you wanted to know how someone was doing, you didn’t check their Facebook page, you went to see them.
Though the world is different, we can still have those moments with the ones we care about. All we have to do is pick up the phone, or better still, go for a visit. You might find yourself at the neighborhood swimming hole with a picnic lunch enjoying a simple afternoon with friends and family. And what better way to pass the day.
Stereotype: something conforming to a fixed or general pattern.
Have you ever put certain people into a stereotype group? An absent-minded professor. A nosey, gossipy, or talkative woman. Perhaps a motorcycle gang member as being outside the law. A young person as being worthless or lazy.
It’s easy for us to shove people into a group based on an experience we’ve had. I once knew a woman who had been assaulted by a man of a certain size and body type. She was terrified of all men who had that build, even though she knew they weren’t the ones who assaulted her.
Overcoming that prejudice is hard, especially when we have a deep-seated fear or hurt that was done to us. Yet there is a way to do this.
Through prayer. Through watching that person and seeing their heart played out in their actions. Through asking God to help you see the truth. You can tell the quality of a person if you are careful and prayerful.
“But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at his physical stature, because I have refused him. For the Lord does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” I Sam. 16:7 (NKJV)
God gives us a great example of how to “see” the person. We aren’t to look at their physical appearance but at their heart. When we do, we can see that person for who they are, not for the stereotype we believe them to be.
I have a new book releasing tomorrow. In Cornerstone, the heroine has a prejudice against men because of past experiences. She must learn to see them as individuals, but for that she needs God’s help. It is a learning, growing process, something we all face.
If you’ve ever struggled with this issue, maybe you would enjoy this story. Here is a short description.
Cornerstone
She’s been hurt one time too many — can his patience and love heal her empty places.
Cinda Bryant is done with men. They are not to be trusted, and only true to you until another pretty face catches their eye. Didn’t that happen to her mother? To her sister? To her, when the man she’d been engaged to for years did the unthinkable? So, why, does her heart skip a few beats when her shop is broken into, and the very attractive Officer Ortega is there to help?
Daniel Ortega has been waiting for the right woman to come along, and Cinda is that woman. After a painful past, he’s prayed and searched for the woman God has for him, steering clear of any others. But is Cinda too wounded to see how much he cares for her? Will the woman who is determined to come between them destroy their budding relationship?
When Daniel asks Cinda to teach a quilting class for the group of troubled teens he’s helping, he doesn’t expect her to work a miracle in their lives as well as confirming his convictions that she is his one and only. When an enemy from her past comes back to town, and Daniel’s mistake from years ago comes to light, will placing their trust in the Cornerstone of their faith be enough see them through?
Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. – Psalm 100:4
Many people have a vision of God as a judgmental and harsh ruler. Some believe that they have to clean up their lives before they can enter into His presence. Some think that they are not good enough for God to love them.
The truth is that as children of God and followers of Jesus, our Heavenly Father welcomes us with open arms. Just as we see in the story of the prodigal son found in Luke 15:11-32. This son had run off and lived a wild life. He blew his inheritance by partying and living lavishly. When this son came to his senses and returned home, we read, “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.” What a beautiful picture of our Heavenly Father welcoming each of us into His arms.
There is another story from the Bible that comes to mind. David had a best friend named Jonathan. He and Jonathan even made a covenant with one another. (See 1 Samuel 18:1-4.) Jonathan’s father was king Saul, who later was angry with David and tried to kill him. But David and Jonathan remained friends. Long story short – Saul and Jonathan were both killed in battle. After that David became king.
Some time later, “David asked, ‘Is there anyone still left of the house of Saul to whom I can show kindness for Jonathan’s sake?’” (2 Samuel 9:1)
Jonathan did have a son named Mephibosheth who was lame in both feet. (See 2 Samuel 4:4.) David sent for him and told him that he would show him kindness for the sake of his father Jonathan, and he said he would restore to him all the land that belonged to his grandfather Saul. (2 Sam 9:7.) But David goes even further. He then says that Mephibosheth “will always eat at my table.” (2 Sam 9:10.) And in 2 Samuel 9:12 it says, “So Mephibosheth ate at David’s table like one of the king’s sons.” Mephibosheth was welcomed into David’s household with open arms because of the covenant between David and Jonathan.
And we too are welcome into our Father’s family, thanks to Jesus. Remember how much your Heavenly Father loves you. Run into His arms anytime you need to. He is always there waiting to receive you. He accepts you with open arms.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. – Psalm 23:6
This has been the best summer for my flowers yet. My roses bloomed for a straight month, and I see round two is coming up. I’ve had roses bloom as late as November before. The one showcase has been the hydrangeas.
We’ve lived at our current location for seven years and this is the first year I’ve seen so many blooms, and so many colors. One was even a hybrid of purple and blue. I held it close and thanked God for His creativity. These flowers are gorgeous.
As I admired them, I got thinking how this year’s crop reminds me of entering a relationship with Jesus. Many get tripped up thinking it’s impossible because there isn’t a lot of “doing.” It’s faith. It’s believing. It’s confessing and proclaming. It’s so easy I know people who have dismissed it because a free gift is too much for them. They feel either a trick will come later, or, they are too unworthy now to accept such a thing.
Here’s the deal with the hydrangeas. I’ve done zero to get this beauty in my yard. ZERO. Less than zero, actually. When we moved here I said the landscaping intimidated me. There is a lot and I’m not a garden person. I don’t find enjoyment weeding, mulching, or any of it. I hate it.
Confession?
I refused to re mulch because there is so much, and it ends up being so expensive, that I let the grass come back and I mow the area. I can hear gardeners groaning now. I’m looking into stone or something that is no maintenance, but when I say I’ve done nothing to earn these flowers, believe it.
Yet, there they are. With the roses. The lilacs were gorgeous. A great year for the peonies. So much brilliance and fragrance and I didn’t lift a finger to make it happen.
If you’ve rejected a relationship with Jesus for fear later down the road Jesus is going to really stick it to you, or you think there is no way salvation is that easy, let my hydrangeas be a visual for you.
—Julie Arduini
Someone did the work on those flowers, but it wasn’t me.
Someone did make a way for you to enjoy eternity in heaven, and it isn’t you.
Jesus did all the work on the cross. He came to earth in the form of man and faced every temptation and hardship yet He did not sin. When the religious wanted Him dead, the crucifixion experience was so violent He was unrecognizable. He could have called on an army of angels to stop it all, but He did not.
He did the work for your eternal enjoyment.
Is my life easy and pain free because I asked Jesus into my life and proclaimed Him as my Savior? You’ve probably read my previous posts. No. I’ve struggled and sinned as much as anyone. But He is the way, the truth, and life. I am so thankful the process doesn’t involve earning my way to heaven because I’d never ever get there. Neither would you.
So, accept the gift that is free and ask Jesus to be in your life. Admit you are a sinner and confess those sins. Proclaim Jesus is Lord. That He was born of a virgin and lived a perfect life. That He was crucified, and rose on the third day. He arose and now sits in Heaven. When He returns to earth, know it will not be as a helpless baby, but as King of Kings.
And stop and enjoy the flowers you see along the way.
Years ago, I wrote a book. The opening line was: “Life can change on a dime.” Back then, I didn’t know that life would be mine, but on June 7th, that’s what happened.
Hubby awakened me, saying, “Good morning,” then adding, “I think I need to go to urgent care.” Considering the man is never sick, that woke me right up. It turned out his pulse rate was at 39. I took him to the ER.
Long story short, he landed in ICU for four days, had a procedure, and came home to recover. He’s doing well at a month out and is back to walking 3-1/2 miles per day and doing the things he loves to do.
All my life, I’ve functioned well in crises but then when they’re done, that’s when I react. So I’ve been in watch him like a hawk mode, make sure he eats well, rests well, his vitals are good and, well, all you do when a loved one is recovering.
I haven’t written, have ducked into the office for a few minutes here and there, but my focus and attention has been on him, right where it belongs.
I’m happy to report he is doing great. But during this time, to spice up things, we suffered a lightning strike that wiped out a lot of things, like the garage door opener, the lawn pump timer, and Hubby’s monitor. It fried my router and modem and knocked out all power for a time and who knows what else? I’m discovering more as I look.
This, atop the health crisis, zapped me. Post crisis impact is here. So I’m taking care of me, resting and avoiding stress. Piddling a little and that’s about it.
I need a little while to recover. Hey, I’ve had to cook! You all know how much I hate cooking.
Anyway, I will be back to articles and books shortly. Just taking the respite I need to function well. That’s hard for us all—to just pause and give ourselves time to heal and process. But it is important to our health and sense of well-being that we do it. And that’s the purpose of sharing this.
In the interim, I hope all is well with you and yours. Know I’m wishing you much joy and many blessings. Those wishes and prayers haven’t stopped. Priorities are intact.
After a writer is dead, some anonymous scholar often collects the best quotes from all of his written works, reducing his laboriously written tomes to a few sound bites. I decided to save this anonymous scholar some work and compile quotations from my writings myself.
“Before I studied church history, I always thought that the flying buttresses of the church were angels.”
“No revival in history ever started in a church headquarters.”
“Historically, there is no such thing as the fall of the church, in the sense that before that time the church was pure and perfectly theologically orthodox. The church was fallen before it was redeemed, and its redemption is not yet complete.”
“The Kingdom of God is a kingdom, not a democracy.”
“Those who pray in the morning pray for guidance. Those who pray in the evening pray for forgiveness.”
“I see many strong Christian leaders in Scripture, but I see none who preached strong leadership as a principle. Strong leaders lead. If people don’t follow someone, that person is probably not a strong leader, and no amount of haranguing potential followers will change a weak leader into a strong one.”
“Too often we fill our pulpits with people who hold positions rather than people who have been given a word from God.”
“The subjunctive is an obsolete verb tense used only by evangelicals in prayer.”
“Life is an inflationary currency. If it is not spent, it gradually devalues until it is gone.”
“I wondered at the man who spent so much time and energy on a car which in ten years will be a heap of rust in somebody’s backyard. But then I considered that in seventy years the man himself will be a heap of dust in some church’s graveyard.”
“Middle age is when you cease training so that you can accomplish something and start concentrating on living long enough to complete it.”
“It is good to live in a land where police search for missing persons rather than create them. It is a blessing to live in a land where polling booths are guarded by seniors and housewives rather than by soldiers with machine guns.”
“The best critics make the worst rulers. The chief characteristic of both is intolerance. The critic demands that the government be perfect. In power, he insists that he is.”
“Napoleon’s Moscow campaign was the quintessential vacation. He started out with high hopes, but the trip was long, he never encountered a friendly face, he couldn’t find adequate food or lodging, the weather was terrible, and he returned home broke, tired, and defeated.”
“Common sense isn’t.”
“Science is not an exact science.”
“That some people cannot walk does not mean that I should not run.”
“When confronted with a wild animal, a tornado, or some other natural hazard, primitive man would run. When confronted with the same phenomena, modern man grabs his cell phone and starts filming. Primitive man was smarter.”
“As any three-year-old hugging a teddy bear can tell you, giving love is as comforting as receiving love.”
“No offense, but I don’t really have time for church,” Sergeant Wesson said. “I have some murders to solve. I’m dealing with matters of life and death.” “So is the church,” John Smyth replied.
If you’re like me, your life is busy. Whether its work, or family activities, we all have a way of cramming too much into our days. It’s hard to get it all done and still find time to rest.
As an author, my time is measured in deadlines, which determine how busy my days are. And I have a tendency to overload myself.
Of course, there are ways to take short breaks in between busy times. A walk, or a meal shared with special people. Time with family. Vacations. All are good ways to rejuvenate, but unfortunately, the busyness doesn’t go away.
But in the midst of it all, through the turmoil going on in the world, there’s a promise of peace from Jesus that assures us no matter what storm we face we can have His peace.
In John 14:27 Jesus says, “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
What an amazing promise. One that I find myself repeating many times during busy days.
And just like Jesus’ promise that we can have peace here on earth, His promise in John 14:1-3 tells us when have a special place prepared for us by Him.
Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. 2 In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
So, no matter how busy you are, rest on the promises made by the One who defeated death, and find your peace in His presence.
Last month my husband and I put up a gazebo on our back deck. I’ve since decorated it with colorful flowers and comfortable chairs. It’s the perfect place to sit and visit with friends or read a book and take pleasure in the outdoors.
This got me thinking about summer memories. When we were kids, my parents had a big group of friends who loved to get together on the big summer holidays. My childhood buddies were always around for these parties. We’d spend the day pool hopping around the neighborhood, eating hamburgers and getting into mischief when the sun went down. We kicked off the summer with a big blast, then ended it with another party before school started.
As I got older, we’d take trips. Camping in a pop up, which I have to say was not a family favorite, after we went away exactly one time. After that, we’d stick to hotels. When friends rented a house on the beach, that became a hangout. We’d swim all day, then sit by the fire at night, making s’mores.
When my husband and I got married and the girls came along, the summer was a blast, especially July 4th when we would watch fireworks. Or we’d head over to Daytona for a long weekend at the beach, watching the cars drive along the sand.
I’m sure you have favorite summer memories. Thinking about them makes me grateful for the family I grew up in. For great friends I still keep in touch with today. For the memories I continue to share with my children.
I hope you enjoy every minute of this summer. It can be as simple as a family cookout or a day on the boat, but no matter what you do, you’ll have great stories to tell one day. It doesn’t take much, just hanging out with those we love, doing what we love, which is usually being together.
Tara Randel is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author. 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 next Harlequin Heartwarming romance, STEALING HER BEST FRIEND’S HEART, available AUGUST 2021 .For more information about her books, 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.
The empty shelves we saw in the grocery stores during the pandemic have heightened my fears. Not only did many people buy all the toilet paper, but they bought much of the food as well. And recently in my area, there was a gas shortage. I had to wonder if that would cause folks to clean out the supermarkets once again. I now worry about not being able to get food, toilet paper, or any other necessity when I need it. I have never had to do without, thankfully. But I still worry about the times we are living in and the future to come. The fear spreads to things like money, housing, and more. Will we have to worry about getting items that we are so used to having at our fingertips?
I don’t know what the future will look like. But God does. And He will be there beside us, guiding us, and providing for us. The Bible is filled with many stories of God’s provision. One miracle in particular that leaves me in awe is the manna from heaven. This was after the Israelites had fled from Egypt and they were living in the desert. For forty years, God provided manna for them to eat each day. Five days a week, each morning, they would gather what they needed for the day. On the sixth day, they would gather double so that they wouldn’t have to gather food on the sabbath. It says in Exodus 16:18 that everyone had just enough. Not too much, and not too little. God instructed them to only gather what they needed. If they tried to gather extra on five of the days, they discovered it had maggots and a bad odor the next morning. But when they gathered extra for the sabbath, that didn’t happen. (You can read all about the manna in Exodus 16.)
When I worry about the future and all the unknowns, I remind myself that God provides what we need. Jesus said in Luke 12:24,”Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds.”
What a beautiful reminder this is. When we walk with the Lord, we can be sure that He will provide for us. He watches over us with a love that cannot compare to anything else. We need not fear the future and what it entails. We might not know what tomorrow holds, but we know Who holds tomorrow.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. – Psalm 23:5
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