Romanticizing History & Allowing Creativity

I grew up on a steady diet of old movies, classic books and a love of history. Reading especially helped me disappear into an idyllic pastoral setting in a Thomas Hardy novel. Watching “Masterpiece Theatre” in high school whisked me away to another world of Regency England. But California history is what really sparked my interest. I loved the old ghost towns of the Gold Rush and the missions during the “Californio” days. If you haven’t read, “Redeeming Love” — well first off, what is stopping you? And secondly, Francine Rivers brings the California Gold Rush to life, so please rush to get your copy. It’s going to be a movie soon.

I lived in Redwood City where the redwoods were cut down to create the timber to build the mining towns of old. So my first book was set in “Searsville” which is modern-day Woodside. I loved doing the research and learning how this port down pretty much killed everything in its wake to build mining towns. The California Grizzly, which is on the state flag, is extinct now as well. I wondered what it used to be like, so I researched and wrote a book.

Next up, I wondered what it was like to live in the Californio era, which was a time of milk and honey for the few rancheros who owned such vast wealth they didn’t need fences for their cattle — who roamed free. They used California dollars (cowskins) to trade for everything and lived a life of leisure on the beautiful land Steinbeck called “brown grass love.” That book became a novella with a sword-wielding circuit-riding preacher and a trip into pastoral life in California.

I’ve mostly written contemporary novels since then, but I still get lost in whatever world I’m creating. It doesn’t have to be a trip down memory lane. It can also be a trip to exist in a world I’ll never be a part of. This is why the “you must be Hispanic to write a Hispanic character” does not work for me as an author.

Imagine if Harper Lee was told she couldn’t write about African-Americans. or if Jane Austen was told she wasn’t part of England’s nobility and could not pen Mr. Darcy. These are dangerous precedents to limit people’s creativity based on not being that person. An author sees life from outside and often has a deeper perspective. In fact, someone just told me yesterday I needed to write my daughter’s story and I said, “I can’t. I’m too close to it.”

Allow authors the freedom to get lost in the creative world of their choosing. Last time I checked, George Lucas hasn’t visited the Death Star. Although some might argue that point.

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One Incident Changed Everything by Vicki Hinze

Indications are this will be a challenging week, which means we will be looking for insights and practical coping skills that we might or might not easily find.

A few years ago, I wrote two projects–a short novella and a book–about Dr. Dana Perkins, who encountered not one but two incidents over a period of years that completely changed everything.  Back then, Dr. Dana dictated a few articles to me that she thought might come in helpful in the future. Please note that these are general market projects (clean reads). What follows is one of Dana’s dictated articles…

One Incident Changed Everything–Twice

Death and loss and grief impact us in different ways but the burden is always a heavy one.  We struggle with healing, with feeling normal or even letting light penetrate the veil of darkness that enshrouds us. 

 

No one is immune from the effects of death or loss.  No one escapes the trials and burdens of grief.  As adults, we struggle.  But for children the burdens are in ways even heavier and more confusing.  Most don’t fully understand the finality of death.  Children are young and inexperienced and most things are new and different to them.  So too is death and loss. 

 

When death or loss occurs as a result of violence, for most kids, that too is a new and different experience.  Parents and caregivers typically do their best to shield children from those harsh realities.  When the death or loss happens in their presence, kids are as shocked and as terrified as adults.  They lack the coping skills of older people who have had more experience at coping, so the kids look to adults they trust to see how they should react to the event, to death, and to loss.

 

It’s been said that kids learn what they live. There’s a lot of wisdom in that. They also learn from those they trust and how those people react.  If a parent or trusted one reacts well, the child will take cues and react well.  If the adult does not, the child will follow that lead.

 

After a tragedy, children need information and tools.  To know it’s okay to be sad. To miss the person who has died.  To heal, and recover, and continue on with life.  They need to know that it is okay to laugh and play and be happy again. That it is not an insult to the person no longer there.  They need to know that life goes on, as it has and will in the future.

With grief typically comes guilt.  For smiling again. For going a whole day without thinking of the departed.  For feeling happy.  For some, they feel guilty that they survived while others died.  Especially if they were responsible for the departed’s safety.

The emotions that come with death and grief are harsh, merciless and few escape them.  Striving for perspective is a struggle and a journey.  But we make it.  At first, the pain of loss is such a shock, so intense, we feel we’re ripping apart inside.  Rightly or wrongly, we regret everything we did or didn’t do.  We buckle under the weight of what ifs or I wish I had, and our souls cry for just five more minutes with that person, for one chance to change something, anything and cheat death.

With time, the numbness of shock wears off, and we grind through all that to acceptance.  We adjust.  And we ache.  But we go on, and one day we see the sunshine and don’t curse it as being arrogant for daring to shine when we’re in such a dark place.  We hear laughter and aren’t appalled by it but intrigued to see what brought that joy.  In other words, we crawl out of the dark abyss of grief and rejoin the world of the living.  That too can make us feel guilty.  Make us question whether or not we deserve more life.  We do, and eventually we accept that and we do recreate our life and go on.  We don’t forget, but we do move forward and live.

Some say we grieve a year.  That we should give ourselves that long to process it.  I say dates on a calendar don’t dictate any of the stages of grief.  That’s a gauge, but not the way it works out for everyone.  We do have to work at it.  We do have to sometimes make ourselves get up and keep getting up and going on.  But the second time we do is easier than the first, and the twentieth time is easier than the nineteen times before it.  We get better at coping.  And we must.  Otherwise we condemn ourselves into living in the grief abyss. 

her deepest fear, vicki hinzeIn Her Deepest Fear, Dr. Dana Perkins experiences a life-shattering event that changed her forever.  The story is about that event and how it impacted her and those around her.  It drove her to a fresh start she needed more than wanted.  And that need is what took her to Shutter Lake in So Many Secrets.  It was supposed to be crime-free–the perfect town.  And it is for seven years.  Then Sylvia Cole is murdered.  And that one incident changes everything for Dana.  Again.

so many secrets, vicki hinzeFor the second time in Dana’s life, one incident changed everything.  For adults and kids, friends and neighbors.  But Dana is not now the same woman she was the first time.  She has filled her coping toolbox and she now knows that one incident–for the first or second or tenth time–no matter how difficult and challenging it is, does not have to be destructive or disruptive forever. If you have the courage to seek the truth, no matter the personal costs, you can find answers. You might also find out that the perfect town isn’t so perfect. That your friends and neighbors aren’t exactly who you thought they were.  And you might be stunned at exposing so many secrets, but courage and truth can see you through.  Can help you not fail to protect others this time, which helps you protect and preserve yourself.  

Helps you to bend and not break.

 

And that is an important lesson for us all in the power of any one incident.

 

Blessings,

Vicki, duly nudged and instructed by Dana


Remember

“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”  –Romans 8:28

“Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved.”  –Psalm 55:22

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Reaching Out in Faith by Nancy J. Farrier

My dad was terrified of snakes. Growing up in Indiana, he said the big black snakes in the barn would chase him. I have no idea if this was true or his youthful imagination, but those snakes left a mark on him and he would run the opposite way any time he saw a snake. I’m not talking about quick steps or a slow jog. He would flat out run.

One time when we were camping, my sister, my cousins, and I found a snake on the road that was dead. We thought it would be a fun joke to scare dad, so we took the snake back, put it up on the tent awning with the tail trailing down. Dad didn’t notice at first, so one of us made a comment and he looked up. 

I had never seen my dad move so fast. He could have been an Olympic sprinter in that moment. I had also never seen him so angry. Dad wasn’t one to get really mad at us, but that stunt tested his limits. And possibly gave him some gray hairs.

I am reminded of my dad when I read about Moses talking with God in Exodus. God is asking Moses to go to his people in Egypt, but Moses isn’t sure the people will listen. God gives Moses a sign to convince him.

“So the Lord said to him, “What is that in your hand?” He [Moses] said, “A rod.” And He said, “Cast it on the ground.” So he cast it on the ground, and it became a serpent; and Moses fled from it.” Exodus 4:2-3

When I read that Moses fled from the serpent, I picture my dad running away from that snake. Running as fast as he can. Moses must have had similar experiences with snakes and didn’t like them at all. 

The interesting note is what comes next. 

“Then the Lord said to Moses, “Reach out your hand and take it by the tail” (and he reached out his hand and caught it, and it became a rod in his hand)” Exodus 4:4

Isn’t Moses’ faith amazing? He had this horrible fear of that snake yet he reached out and took it by the tail. Why? Because he trusted God. And when he had faith in God, Moses conquered his fear. 

The same can be true for us. We all have a certain thing we fear, many of us have more than one. Heights. Water. Spiders. Crowds. The list is long. Yet, when God asks us to step out in faith and do something out of our comfort zone, we must be ready to set aside the fear and trust God implicitly. 

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” 2 Tim. 1:7

“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear…” 1 John 4:18

Some may be saying a sound mind doesn’t pick up snakes. (Smile) But, this isn’t about picking up snakes. This is about conquering our fears – no matter what they are. With God at our side, we can trust that what He asks us to do will be safe and right. Even if that rod looks like a serpent, when we reach out in faith it will become the staff. 

My dad’s fear of snakes did mellow. He never developed a love for snakes despite my trying to convince him they were beautiful. But in his later years, he didn’t run from them when he saw them in his barn.

We must all work to put aside out fears and step out in faith when God calls us to do so. The benefits of overcoming that fear will be amazing.

The picture above is a rattlesnake from one of my walks in the desert. I did not pick it up by the tail to see if it would turn into a staff. (Grin)

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Blessed is the Man … and Grandma! by Kathy Carmichael

“Hey! I’ve got something to say!”

Lately it seems as though my blessings are too numerous to even consider counting. Welcome to the world, little one! My sweet and precious first grandson was born a few days ago and he’s healthy, happy and beautiful. He certainly has a lot to say as he joins his sister as my only other grand baby (at least as of now). I am so happy.

“Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers.” ~ Proverbs 17:6

What more could a grandmother want?

Well, I haven’t seen my granddaughter in over a year, nor have I had an opportunity to see and hug my newest grand baby — all thanks to the pandemic. But my son and daughter-in-law say I can come visit them in a few days and my wishes will soon be granted 🙂

Our Heavenly Father has indeed blessed me and my family. It’s already been such an unusual year–mourning my sister’s absence and now welcoming a new life. I’m unsure about the world my grandson has been born into, but I’m hopeful that he’ll find his place in this world and in the hereafter.

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” ~ Jeremiah 29:11

 

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Getting to the Bottom of Things by James R. Coggins

Raising sons can be challenging. Consider the following conversation.

The mother says, “I have just been folding the laundry.”

The seven-year-old shrugs. This is a topic that clearly holds no interest for him.

The mother continues, “Can you explain why your little brother changed his underwear nine times last week and you only changed yours twice?”

Another shrug. “Nobody checked them, so I just kept wearing the same ones.”

This is not a good answer from someone whose favorite word is “fart.” (He is, after all, a seven-year-old boy.) The mother moves into lecture mode. “You need to be more responsible. Nobody should have to check your underwear. It is your responsibility to change your own underwear. Your little brother changes his underwear more often than you do.”

Another shrug. “That’s because he has more accidents than I do.”

It is hard to argue against logic. The mother changes the topic. “And can you explain why the two of you only wore three socks between you last week?”

Another shrug.

“And why none of them match?”

The seven-year-old has no answer. There are some things in life that must remain a mystery. Many of them have to do with parenting.

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You Follow Me

We all have a path to follow for God. He uses the talents He’s given each of us to help advance His kingdom. All He asks of us is to stick to our path.  

But that’s not always easy.

As an author, I believe God has chosen this path for me to help spread His word. All I have to do is follow this path He has chosen for me. Easy, right? Not always.

As humans, the flesh can take over and we lose sight of our purpose as we look at others and see them having more success. It doesn’t matter if you are an author or a teacher—whatever your profession might be, keeping your eye on the One leading you among so many distractions in this world is critical. Otherwise, one false step leads to another, and before long, you lose your way.

I’ve always known I wanted to be a writer, but I didn’t always choose to follow the path God had laid out for me as a writer.

When I first started out, I tried several different genres without any success. I received rejection after rejection and became frustrated. There were many times when I considered giving up. Maybe being an author wasn’t the path for me.

And then. . .

I wrote my first Christian suspense and entered it into a contest through Love Inspired. Through each step along the way where the editor asked for a partial of the book and then a full, I felt a calm that I hadn’t experienced through other submissions. When I received word, I’d sold to Love Inspired Suspense, I finally realized I was back on the path God had chosen for me.

Though there are times when I still veer off the path and let things like professional jealousy take me in a direction, I have no business going, each time, God nudges me back onto my path and I feel at peace again.  

In John 21:21-22, this exchange between Peter and Jesus has always spoken to me:

When Peter saw him, he asked, “Lord, what about him?” Jesus answered, “If I want him to remain until I return, what is that to you? You follow Me!”

We are each called to walk our path. I’m slowly accepting that my path is not someone else’s and theirs is not mine. And I’m thankful for this.

So, what’s your path?

Coming March 23 – Firestorm!

To save her brother’s life, Sarah Hancock must risk everything to find the one man who can bring Blake home. Former Navy SEAL, James Cooper.

Amidst talks of peace and the rise to power of Daniel Pamphili, the unthinkable happens—an attack like no one in Strike Force could have predicted proves the depths in which Pamphili is willing to go to silence Strike Force.

After a daring attempt results in Blake’s rescue, Pamphili steps up his attempts to find Strike Force.

Hiding out in the wilderness of Wyoming, Sarah’s and James’s relationship grows stronger. With the world quickly moving toward unprecedented times, Sarah knows she loves James and she’ll spend whatever time they have left here on earth loving him.

When Pamphili announces his pledge to rebuild the Jewish Temple, he sets in motion events that will mark the beginning of the end.

And the countdown clock is ticking down to zero.

Blessings always,

Mary Alford

www.MaryAlford.net

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Always Thankful by Tara Randel

I was sitting at my computer today, when a nearby Post-it note caught my eye. Many years ago I had written; Commit to the Lord whatever you do and your plans will succeed. Pro.16:3

I don’t know about you, but when I’m deep into a project, I need a reminder that the Lord is in that project with me. That while I may sit at the computer by myself, His Spirit is by my side. Writing can be a solidity endeavor. I spend a lot of time in my head. Which I don’t mind, I actually do well when I’m alone. It’s when deadlines overlap that I find myself struggling and stress starts to get the better of me. That’s when I have to remember, God gave me this wonderful career, which I am thankful for, and I can always call on Him.

I think every one of us can admit to a time when we felt like the world was out of control and we were just spinning along, unable to stop the ride. Much of 2020 was that way. We’re coming out of much of the fear and anxiety, seeing light at the end of the tunnel. That is the light God provides. He’s been with us through it all, and He’ll continue to do so.

The Lord is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be afraid? Psalm 27:1

As I stared looking up scriptures about God’s glorious light, I realized that Spring is right around the corner. A time of new beginnings. Hope. The light remains longer into the evening. All around us, we can draw in the magnificent light of God and never once doubt that he is our Creator and King.

Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you, who walk in the light of your presence, Lord. Psalm 89:15

Light shines on the righteous and joy on the upright in heart. Psalm 97:11

The path of the righteous is like the morning sun, shining ever brighter till the full light of day. Prov. 4:18

Today, when you look out the window and see your part of the world bathed in his marvelous light, remember, God is with you. I know I do, giving thanks every day.

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, 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.

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Remove the Residue by Bridget A. Thomas

There is a shampoo that I like to use every so often. It is an anti-residue shampoo by Neutrogena. They say that regular shampoo, conditioner, and hair care products leave a residue in our hair. This little gem by Neutrogena magically gets rid of that residue, when used periodically. It does make my hair feel cleaner. Or maybe it’s all in my head. 😀

I was recently thinking about the need to get rid of residue in our lives as well. Sometimes we collect debris in our hearts, little by little. Like the residue in our hair, we might not even realize it’s there. It could be a negative attitude, a sin of some sort, worry, a bad habit, or any number of things that loiters in our lives.

According to Merriam-Webster, residue is “something that remains after a part is taken, separated, or designated or after the completion of a process.” So could it be that we thought we got rid of our temper, but a little remains? Could it be that we fought a temptation, but a small amount is still lingering?

The good news is that, as children of God, we have the Holy Spirit living inside of us, who can help us get rid of the residue. In John 14:16-17 (AMP), Jesus said, “And I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Helper (Comforter, Advocate, Intercessor—Counselor, Strengthener, Standby), to be with you forever— the Spirit of Truth, whom the world cannot receive [and take to its heart] because it does not see Him or know Him, but you know Him because He (the Holy Spirit) remains with you continually and will be in you.” Look at all the ways the Holy Spirit is described here – Helper, Comforter, Advocate, Intercessor, Counselor, Strengthener, Standby, the Spirit of Truth. How amazing it is to know that God has planted this very same Holy Spirit inside you and me and all of His children. What a precious gift.

And the Holy Spirit can help us identify any residue in our lives. Thankfully, the Holy Spirit will be quick to convict us of any sin in our lives. In those cases, we should immediately pray and repent. Or sometimes, we might not have sin necessarily, but we do have things in our lives that keep us from a wholehearted relationship with the Lord. We might not always realize that these things are holding us back. They might even be good things, yet they are not part of God’s plan for us or they might distract us from more important things, like our relationship with Him.

I think it is a good idea for us to seek the Lord and ask Him to reveal to us anything in our lives or in our hearts that needs to go. We can repeat the words of David found in Psalm 139:23-24, “Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”

When prayed from the heart, with determination to follow through on whatever is revealed, this can be a powerful prayer. In the words of Craig Groeschel in his book Dangerous Prayers, “Be forewarned, this prayer has the potential to convict you. To correct you. To redirect your life. To change the way you see yourself. To change how others see you.”

Some people might cringe at that statement. But honestly, that makes me want to raise my hands and say, “Yes, Lord! I am all Yours! Search my heart!” When we make God the center of our lives, we want to seek Him at every turn. We want to place our lives fully in His hands. We want Him to change us from the inside out. And we want to do everything for His honor and glory. That’s why I love this prayer so much. And that is why I believe it is important to remove the residue in our lives. If you are ready for a radical change, then take some time today to sit with the Lord, pray this prayer, and then listen to the promptings of the Holy Spirit. In the end, you will not regret it. You will walk away feeling closer to God and with a renewed sense of peace.

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© 2021 Bridget A. Thomas

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Who God Can Use by Julie Arduini

There are a few hats I wear and this year one of them is a Sunday School teacher. I co-teach a class for women and although we’re still finding normal after being on forced hiatus last year, I love it. I think I learn more than anyone else because I have to dig a little harder to prepare.

We started the new study, Elijah: Faith and Fire by Priscilla Shirer. If you aren’t aware of her, she is Pastor Tony Evans daughter and she can preach. She’s also an author and actress. I enjoy her ministry a lot.

Elijah is no exception. Although we just started, I’m already gleaning so many treasures. For one, when we read triumphant stories like Elijah and Mt. Carmel or our favorite Christian victory, we see and want only the highlight reel. We don’t take into account the snapshots developed in the dark room. There’s a lot of blood, sweat, and tears that goes into being an obedient and active follower of Christ.

I also stopped when I read about Elijah’s background. We don’t know a lot, but he was telling King Ahab who not only God was, but who his God was. Think on that. He was in the presence of royalty, not something that happens every day in modern times. In reading, there’s not about Elijah that’s royalty. If anything, he was a simple sheep herder from the mountains. That visual isn’t appealing. He probably had dirty clothes, unkempt hair, and was generally the last person who should be standing next to King Ahab.

But, God.

I don’t know how Elijah got to that moment where he’s telling the most poweful man in the country about God and that no matter how many rings the guy has, Elijah is making it clear he is unimpressed because his allegiance is to Yawheh and Him alone. God used Elijah not because he was the most educated, or good-looking or wealthiest.

He used Elijah because the man was willing.—Julie Arduini

If you’re willing, God will use you, and I believe for great things, even if they seem less than amazing to you. What doesn’t matter much to the world is probably a big deal in heaven and what isn’t impressive in heaven is often a big deal to this world. Afterall, gold is pavement in heaven.

I write all this because I know lately I’ve struggled with feeling useful. Between the pandemic and the grief from losing my mom, I have serious brain fog. My memory is shot. I start a sentence and trail off. Meals I’ve mad for twenty years I’m burning or forgetting ingredients. If my faith weren’t as strong I would be listening to the enemy’s taunt that I’m a failure and useless.

If that’s the song playing in your head, trash that recording. It’s all lies. You are a masterpiece made by God. And even with flaws, you are never too far removed from making a difference for His kingdom. Remember Rahab? She was listed in the Bible as a prostitute. Yet, she knew God was real and she was willing to be used. In the end, she was protected and spoiler alert—listed in the lineage of Jesus.

That’s how God works.

There are so many examples I could use. Moses had a speech impediment. David was a kid. I’m just a middle-age chubby girl who tries to change lives within the pages of clean romance books.

Yet God can use us.

Just like with Elijah and his simple look and life, God can use you.

Are you willing?

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Why I Love Story

I grew up in the Bay Area of Northern California. It’s a very diverse area. In fact, the statistics for the city I just moved from (and where I raised my children) said 75% of city residents were not born in America. That is an International upbringing without ever leaving America! (Though my kids did get to travel the world with their grandfather.) Sheesh, I remember being excited to go and look at my grandfather’s wooden bridge that he built in Menlo Park because we got ice cream afterwards! I thought that was travel!

Living Internationally is one reason I love story. When you, as a Christian, are the minority, you learn to be very aware of how you speak to people with different backgrounds and cultures. Story allows the conversation to begin. When Jesus spoke in parables, He could illustrate the truth without being offensive. At one point in my daughter’s classroom, a parent was going to talk about the Hindu god Ganesh. If you don’t know the story, it’s about a man who sets off into the world and his head is replaced by that of an elephant. My daughter went to a party during this season and she came home and informed me that you cannot eat in front of Ganesh, so you have to leave the room if you want to eat at the party. (Good to know!) She must have been about six at the time and she said that she was glad she could just pray to Jesus and eat.

That same year, not long after this holiday, I asked if I could tell the children about Christmas. Since we had celebrated Ganesh in class. And to be honest, I never minded. We had all religions in the public school and I did not mind my kids being taught about that because I knew they knew their Truth. And Jesus’s story stands up because it is truth. But the school wouldn’t let me tell the story of Jesus. It was “offensive.”

Honestly, that only encouraged me. The truth always comes out, it rises to the top like cream. So even though I didn’t get to tell the story that day, I get to tell the story of Him in my work. I get to hide it in story with humor wrapped around it. One of the best letters I ever got from a reader was from college students who used my book “What a Girl Wants” as a tract to start a conversation. Their friend became a Christian and God used my story to start that discussion. Isn’t story amazing?

I’m currently rewriting decades’ old novels and it’s interesting to see how we’ve gotten so sensitive to culture differences that people are afraid to write about them. Two of my stories I’m working on, one takes people during the time of Californios — it’s a heyday for Calfornian-born Mexicans under Mexican rule with the Americans and Spaniards coming for them. In the meantime, they used the Native Americans as serfs on the land. Okay, in this climate, that’s a rough story, but it was the truth. Their time was much like the old south with slavery as its ugly reality to the beautiful life for a few.

The other book is about a prodigal who leaves Natchez, Mississippi before the Civil War and comes home afterward for his southern belle. Could I make things tougher on myself? But story is like humor. It doesn’t resonate if it’s not true. So while we may be facing some harsh truths today, they are still truth. And there’s room for everyone’s story to be told. Just like Jesus could tell his followers some harsh realities by using story, we can do the same.

“The disciples came to him and asked, “Why do you speak to the people in parables?”

He replied, “Because the knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of heaven has been given to you, but not to them.  Whoever has will be given more, and they will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what they have will be taken from them. This is why I speak to them in parables:

Though seeing, they do not see;
    though hearing, they do not hear or understand
. Matthew 13:10-13

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Following His Footsteps by Nancy J. Farrier

I live in the desert and rarely see snow at my house, but the storms of the past few weeks reminded me of growing up in the Midwest. Some winters brought deep snow. While it’s nice to stay inside and admire the beauty through a window, that wasn’t an option. We had animals to care for on our farm. We had school to attend. We had places we needed to go that required wading through deep snow.

Walking through a foot or two of fresh snow can be tiring and difficult, especially if your little legs sink deep with every step. Once the paths to the barn were tramped down, getting there was easier, but I remember how nice it was to follow my dad after a snowfall. I would step in his footprints where he’d already tramped the powder down. Walking behind him and following those steps proved so much easier than plowing through on my own.

Sometimes in life, we walk through the proverbial footsteps of those who have gone before us. Pioneers who marked the way with their tenacity, bravery, research, and more. Those footsteps make it easier for us to do the tasks we need to do. For instance, finding a vaccine for Covid 19 would not have happened so fast without all the medical milestones laid out before us.

As Christians, it is nice to know we are not trailbreakers struggling through on our own. We have a precedence to follow. We have guidance. We have footsteps that lead the way.

“Yes, the ʟᴏʀᴅ will give what is good; And our land will yield its increase. Righteousness will go before Him, And shall make His footsteps our pathway.” Psalm 85:12-13 (NKJV)

Don’t you love that God is the groundbreaker for us. That our path is easier because He had marked the way and left us footsteps to follow. Yes, there are times we aren’t positive of the direction He wants us to take and we have to step out in faith, but God is always aware and He guides our choice.

So, where do those footsteps lead? How do we know we’re following in God’s pathway? How do we know we aren’t following the wrong course?

Let’s explore three ways to tell. There are many more, but for the sake of brevity, we’ll look at these three.

LOVE: “And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him.” 1 Jn. 4:16 (NKJV)

If we are following God’s footsteps we will love. God is love and we are to be like Him. In fact, Jesus says this:”…“The first of all the commandments is: ‘Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ This is the first commandment. And the second, like it, is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” Mk. 12:29-31 (NKJV)

What a great check for us to run. Are we loving God with everything thing we are? Our heart? Our soul? Our mind? Our strength? Are we putting Him above all else in our lives? And, are we loving others as we love ourselves? As we take care to make sure our needs are met? If the answer is no, then we need to check whose footsteps we are following. 

TRUTH: 

“Good and upright is the Lord;

Therefore He teaches sinners in the way.

The humble He guides in justice,

And the humble He teaches His way.

All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth,

To such as keep His covenant and His testimonies.” Psalm 25:8-10 (NKJV)

All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth. God is truth. If we are not living in the truth and telling the truth with the conversation and actions of our lives, then we are not walking on the path God has for us. God doesn’t lie and if we allow lies in our life we are giving entrance to the devil. (Jn. 8:44-46) Truth isn’t always easy, but is always a must.

ETERNITY: God is eternal. He was there before the creation of the world and will be there forever. When we follow in His footsteps, walking in love and in truth, we also have the promise of eternity with Him.

“For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Ro. 6:23 (NKJV)

This concept is a difficult one for those of us living in an instant society where long term seems farfetched. But, the truth is eternity with God is what we were made for, part of the plan He has for us. It’s what God wants for us and we are following Him toward that goal.

While there are many more ways to tell we are following God’s footsteps: peace, protection, grace, comfort, to name a few, these three give us the idea. Just like I followed my father’s footsteps in the snow, we must strive to follow God where He leads us. The benefits to doing so lead to love, truth, and eternity.

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Nora’s Review of: On the Run by Traci Hunter Abramson

 

Nora St. Laurent, Review On the Run

 

 

On the Run 

By Traci Hunter Abramson 

Published by: Covenant Communications, Inc.

275 Pages

 

 

 

 

FROM THE BACK COVER:

As one of the top investigative journalists in the nation, Elle Jameson has a knack for uncovering the truth. So when a promising lead points to corruption on a German military base, Elle anticipates a straightforward assignment. But then she stumbles upon a deadly conspiracy beyond anything she’s faced before, and her scrutiny does not go unnoticed. She knows too much, and she can’t be allowed to live. With no idea where to turn for help, she does the only thing she can: she runs.

The guardians, an elite team of undercover agents, have one job: safeguard those under their protection. As a new guardian, Nolan has just received his first solo assignment to help a young woman who just survived an assassination attempt. Within minutes of making contact with the beautiful journalist, however, their location is discovered. Thus begins a game of cat and mouse spanning the globe as the two work to stay ahead of a determined assassin. Nolan fights to buy Elle time to complete her investigation, and what she discovers is a plot that threatens the very fabric of America. In a desperate race against evil, Nolan and Elle are the only ones who can prevent global catastrophe.

 

NORA’S REVIEW: 

This is an intense action paced adventure that had me engaged and on high alert from the start. ”For three weeks now, Ellie had set aside her true identity of investigative journalist and had acted under her alias of Lieutenant Elaina Martin to send her suspicions up the chain of command… Her assignment to Germany was supposed to be her opportunity to take a break from high-profile cases for a while, a chance to rest and recover from nearly six months of undercover work in the Middle East.” Something happened that forced Ellie to run for her life.

I cared for the main character and her guardian Nolan who is trying to protect Elle Jameson’s life. Someone killed her informant and tried to kill her. But why? Will Elle and Nolan figure out who the evil force is and where they will strike next? I kept reading to find out.

I enjoyed this mystery, and the dedicated people fighting the good fight, at any cost with characters I felt a connection. Even though this was book four in the series I didn’t feel lost. I liked this author’s writing style, clean language, with just the right amount of adventure, and a splash of romance. Enjoyed the journey. This would work well for book clubs. This is the first book I’ve read by this author and it won’t be the last.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising”

Nora St. Laurent 

TBCN Where Book Fun Begins!

The Book Club Network blog www.bookfun.org

 

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I Miss You, Paula Kay – by Kathy Carmichael

Earlier this month my older sister, Paula Kay Carmichael, passed away. We thought it was amusing that we each married Carmichael men. My husband was born in Scotland, hers in Arkansas, but they had to be distant cousins since the Carmichael clan is originally from Scotland. I always told my children that their cousins Robby and Jonathan are double-cousins.

Paula grew up as Paula Lynch, although she had a different father from me and my younger sisters. I looked up to her so very much. I remember crying when she sewed me a dress without a pattern–and I hadn’t asked for it; she gave it to me from the love in her heart.

She was well known as an incredible artist as well as a hugely talented musician. She had her own TV show on her local public broadcast channel, and she sang and performed at many events, both locally and statewide.

It was during one of these performances that Jody Carmichael saw her and, from what I heard, decided she was the one woman for him. It didn’t take him too long to make it so and they were married for over fifty years. They had two sons, both of whom are wonderful fathers and men, and had careers in law enforcement.

Paula Carmichael with sons Robert and Jonathan

 

Sadly, tragedy struck when Paula was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s and dementia. Her biological father died from the same diseases. For many years now, Paula has resided in an Alzheimer’s facility. Recently she came down with Covid-19 shortly before she was scheduled to receive a vaccine. My sisters and I were all thrilled when we were told she’d defeated the virus and had now tested negative for it. What we hadn’t realized was the damage that was done to her heart.

It was too much for her frail body and mind. It’s with a broken heart of my own that I report she lost her battle and passed away on February 6th. I couldn’t talk about it for days and weeks, but now I’m ready to share my loss with you. I’m reassured, though, by faith that before too long we will all be reunited. 

There is no way to easily deal with the loss of a loved one. Paula was the eldest of five sisters. My youngest sister recently wrote, “Each of us are like a five-piece puzzle and it’s hard not to have the first piece. She knew how much we loved her and I know she is at peace in heaven with Mom.”

Even though it’s been many years since Paula lost her memory of our past, she knew we loved her. And that’s the best gift she could have given us. You see, we remain a five-piece puzzle.

 

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Reflections from a Hospital Hallway by James R. Coggins

They told me to go home and come back in a couple of hours after the operation had been done. That’s when I realized that this hospital was set up to serve people who lived nearby, in the middle of the city, not out-of-towners like me. For me, the round trip home and back would take three or four hours, providing that traffic conditions were good.

The visitor waiting rooms were closed due to COVID-19 restrictions. So, for the next six hours, I haunted the halls of the hospital’s main floor and the basement level below it. In spite of the heavy restrictions on visitors, no one seemed to notice that I was wandering around with no discernible purpose for being there.

I got a lot of exercise walking and climbing up and down stairs, evidence that hospitals are dedicated to improving people’s health. I managed to find an empty chair, safely socially distant from other chairs, in the coffee shop during an off-peak moment and ate a small, overly expensive but nutritiously balanced meal. I had already been in the hospital for six hours before my peripatetic sojourn began, so I was, if not actually feeling very hungry, at least in need of nourishment.

As I wandered, I examined each of the many artworks lining the halls, some of them twice, but understood few of them. No one else seemed to be paying any attention to them, which made me wonder why they were there. Were they worth all the expense and fuss and public praise of the gifts of wealthy patrons to this charitable institution?

As I waited, I watched the passing flow of hospital workers, patients, and visitors, all masked to hide their identity from inquisitive viruses anxious to invade their privacy.

As I sat unobtrusively in a chair by the wall, I noted that about half of those going past walked with their toes pointed straight forward. These people seemed efficient, focused, purposeful, knowing exactly where they were going and what they were doing. Another half seemed to walk with their toes pointed somewhat outward to the side. These people seemed more casual and relaxed, less focused. A few odd people walked with their toes pointed slightly inward toward each other, but these were just a few individuals, out of synch with the rest of the world. It was hard to tell about the people in wheelchairs. When I got up again to resume walking, I noticed that I, with my usual balanced approach to life, walked with one foot pointing forward and the other pointing out to the side, a moderate amount.

The hospital staff were a varied lot. Some seemed rushed, grabbing a chocolate bar and a coffee to keep them functioning as they rushed off to help their next patient. Some carried bike helmets and plastic containers full of homemade salad. Some were overweight. I had seen some of these dedicated health professionals earlier retreating to a quiet corner of the lawn outside to have a smoke.

At one end of the hall was an imitation stained glass display celebrating the hundredth anniversary of the hospital’s school of nursing, whose founding seemed to have been inspired by Florence Nightingale. One of the images seemed to show a nurse in clerical vestments. Prominent on the display was the motto NON MINSTRARI SED MINISTRARE. I wondered how many passersby (or how many of the current nurses for that matter) knew what these Latin words meant or that they were inspired by Jesus’ words in Matthew 20:28, saying that He “did not come to be served, but to serve.”

After six hours, I was informed (by cell phone) that she wouldn’t be coming home today and that I should go home. I wondered what I had accomplished by wandering the halls all afternoon, but I was reminded of Christian poet John Milton’s words: “They also serve who only stand and wait.” Nevertheless, I did as I was told and went home, a long, lonely journey in the dark.

There was a happy ending. The next day, I returned to the hospital, picked her up, and took her home. It was another exhausting four-hour round trip, another long hospital day.  

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Emerging Grateful

This week, in my part of Texas, the temperatures are going to be in the 60s. There’s sunshine outside my windows, and the snow has all melted.

After last week’s record-breaking weather conditions, these days are welcomed.

My husband and I woke up early Monday morning, on February 15th, to no electricity. . .and a cold like we have never seen before. Outside a blanket of white covered everything on top of the freezing rain that had fallen the day before. And we faced a situation that we’d never experienced before. Record temperatures that reached a low of 4 degrees and cold that was in the teens for days. Along with the weather, we went through days of rolling blackouts. Many lost power for most of the week along with water. It became a matter of survival at that point. Some people ended up sleeping in their cars to stay warm.

As you look at the pictures my husband took of our place, you’re probably thinking that doesn’t look so bad, and it wouldn’t have been except for the loss of power to heat homes and water to drink.

Some lost their lives.

In the days following, as the temperatures rose above freezing and the snow began to melt, the stores quickly emptied of essentials. Many stations ran out of gas. Still, Texas is slowly getting back to normal.  

As we emerge from the deep freeze of 2021, I am grateful. God brought us through with a new appreciation for what truly is important. Through the rolling blackouts when the power was out and the cold crept in, I was reminded that if I have Him holding my hand, I could get through whatever came my way.

I pray for those who lost loved ones to the cold. I ask God to give them His comfort, and that their loved ones’ sacrifice will shine a light on things that need to change.

And I hope all of you are doing okay in your part of the world today.

Blessings,

Mary Alford

http://www.maryalford.net

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