Plush and Plastic Puppies by James R. Coggins

I learn so much from my grandchildren.

For instance, if it were not for my grandchildren, I would never have become acquainted with Paw Patrol. And I would not have had the opportunity to watch each episode so often that I can recite most of the dialogue from memory.

For those of you not blessed with young children or grandchildren, Paw Patrol is a TV cartoon in which adults in the fictional town of Adventure Bay repeatedly get into trouble. Sometimes this is because of something foolish they have done and sometimes not. But no matter what difficult situation they are in, the one constant is that they are totally unable to solve their problems and help themselves. They have to call on a boy named Ryder and his team of puppies to rescue them. It all sounds so silly when you write it. The puppies can speak and operate complex machinery such as police cars, firetrucks, and excavators. Other animals on the show can’t talk, and they act like animals. Ah, now it makes more sense.

What Paw Patrol is, in fact, is a vast commercial enterprise designed to sell plush and plastic replicas of the puppies. And their vehicles and machines. And their images. On backpacks. Lunch boxes. Running shoes. Bed sheets. T-shirts. Underwear. Socks. And just when doting parents and grandparents think they have bought all there is to buy and they can start thinking about how to pay off the bank loans, the program introduces a new puppy and/or a new vehicle.

The show raises a number of questions.

For instance, given the overwhelming desire to constantly sell more product, why are there multiple reproductions of the puppies but no plush toys in the image of the mayor or any other adults living in Adventure Bay? Probably because the producers feel it is easier for children to identify with talking animals than with foolish adults.

Further, why isn’t Ryder in school but instead has a full-time job rescuing people? Aren’t the producers familiar with child labor laws?

As well, at first I couldn’t figure out how someone as strange, silly, and incompetent as Mayor Goodway ever get elected. Then we were introduced to the fisherman, the farmer, and the storekeeper. Compared to them, the mayor is a genius. In fact, compared to them, the mayor’s pet chicken (which she keeps in her purse) is a genius.

What Paw Patrol really is, I think, is a satirical portrait of municipal governments—the mayor is an idiot, the director of emergency services is a child, and all of the workers are animals.

More seriously, Paw Patrol is a reminder that every work of fiction presents its own world with its own rules and its own set of values and underlying truths—its own worldview. In some worlds, animals talk, adults do foolish things, and everything is designed to sell products and make money. In other worlds, more real worlds, there is absolute truth, moral certitude, and the God of the Bible.

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Money, Money, Money (by Hannah Alexander)

Mel and I have recently plunged back into marketing our books, uploading more to Amazon, and basically learning new ways of reaching prospective readers as we pursue the independent publishing dream.

At church, we have been learning, yet again, about giving.

Now, we’re definitely hoping to make enough income with this writing that Mel will be able to retire from the  stressful work of being an emergency physician. So as we save for that long awaited retirement, we also know that even though it is counterintuitive logically, the more we give, the more blessed we are by God. We learned this many years ago when I accidentally wrote an extra zero on our tithe check.  I didn’t panic, but I was a little concerned. I needn’t have been. You might think that accidentally giving so much to God wouldn’t count with Him, but lo and behold, I had just uploaded three titles to Amazon not long before, and that amount I had written on the check? That’s what entered our account our next pay period for the books we had uploaded.

And so I took a chance and did it again. And again. We had been studying a course in church about the rewards of tithing, and I was able to tell others that, despite myself, I had given and had not suffered for it at all. In fact, we had made more than expected. Much more.


But time moves on and we forget and life seems harder than it used to be. And we have to be reminded all over again that God does see to our needs. Giving to God is an act of faith–it is faith in action, for sure. It’s hard. We scramble and scrape and build our nest egg–which right now might well be dropping by the thousands in the stock market–and we feel that surely God will understand if we just hold a little more out for ourselves because life seems a little out of control and we really need to have that for what is to come.

What we don’t understand is that He doesn’t need our money. He needs us to have enough faith to give Him that money and know that He will multiply it in the best way possible. That might not be financially, or it might be. It could be any number of ways, but in all things, it is for our good and His glory.

Now, we can make the decision that we will give such-and-such amount of money, and then as soon as we get that number in our heads, guess who comes along and places questions there. Satan makes us doubt. Maybe even our own human nature makes us doubt, but I believe evil is in there somewhere.

If you are inclined to give to God, then give and don’t look back. Remember the abundant blessings He will send your way as you give. Remember the care He will show as you give. If you aren’t a regular church attender,  give to the Jesus Film Project. It is our favorite mission. It reaches people all over the world in their own language and typically, every dollar spent is a soul saved.

Try it once. See if God doesn’t shower you with more blessings than you could imagine. Try it again and see how God supports you. Try it every week or every month. Set aside an account just for tithing and offerings.

I have a neighbor whom I cannot out-give. I’ve told you about Sherry previously. She is always there to help and give. We went out to eat the other day and she drove. Then we went shopping at the one store in town with cute things. I had decided to buy her a gift. Well, she bought ME a gift. I cannot out-give her. I see the Spirit of Christ in her.

If my neighbor Sherry can be such a giver, can you imagine how much more so our Lord is? Try Him. Test His faithfulness. I believe if you haven’t already been doing so, you will be enthralled at what God can do with what you give. May you be blessed with His richest blessings!

 

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Protecting Against Plague by Nancy J. Farrier

With all the hullabaloo about the corona virus, I imagine some of you thought my heading referred to that disease. It doesn’t. I’m talking about something I’ve pondered for almost a year and can’t seem to let the thought settle. I’m talking about 1 Kings 8:38 where Solomon is praying for the temple and prays, “when each one knows the plague of his own heart…”.

What’s that? I have a plague in my heart? Well, yes, there are times I do. There are times when I allow sin to come into my life. Of course, I don’t recognize it as the plague, but I have to come to terms that what is happening inside me isn’t some little scrape, or a sniffle, but the plague, or devastating sin.

You may be gasping and wondering how that could happen. How could I allow some horrible sin to take over my life? The truth is, maybe I didn’t realize what was happening. 

How can that be?

Keep in mind the plague didn’t start out with the skin turning black and open bleeding. Early symptoms included fever and chills, feeling weak, something that could be associated with other less severe illnesses. Even the deadliest diseases are at work inside you before you’re even aware of the beginning symptoms. Sometimes, by the time you realize what disease has overtaken you, it is too late.

So, what is a plague of the heart? What can I do about this plague? How do I even recognize what is happening if I don’t feel the symptoms?

Solomon gives a couple of clues to us. First, the whole verse reads, “whatever prayer, whatever supplication is made by anyone, or by all Your people Israel, when each one knows the plague of his own heart, and spreads out his hands toward this temple…”

Aha! The people recognize something is wrong. And what do they do? They spread their hands toward the temple, or toward God. 

How do I become aware something is wrong? To fight a disease before it takes hold, I need to understand my body. How I feel, the quirks and nuances peculiar to me as an individual. Then when I contract a disease, I feel right away that something is off and can take action.

I also need to be aware of my spiritual health. When I am in tune with God and self, I can feel even a minor discontent in my heart. I may not be aware of what is wrong, but I know something is off. That’s when I hold out my hands to God.

The second step is found in 1 Kings 8:39, “…then hear in heaven Your dwelling place, and forgive, and act, and give to everyone according to all his ways, whose heart You know (for You alone know the hearts of all the sons of men),…”

God alone knows my heart. I understand that truth because many times my heart is rebellious, and I can’t fathom why I do what I do. When that plague enters my heart, I feel the check in my spirit, and hold out my hands to God, pleading for Him to help me. Then He shows me what caused the sin, or plague, so I can take care of it and healing can begin.

I always hope for an awareness early on, but there are times my sin sickness may be more advanced. Then it isn’t a matter of a simple prayer to set things right, but taking time to change a thought pattern, or lifestyle, that is interfering with my spiritual health. This is something I must do, and am happy to submit to God’s leading for this change. I want to be rid of the sin, and not allow it to become a plague that could lead to death.

As with the plague, or the corona virus, there are precautions to take to protect from the disease. Cleanliness is a big one. Likewise, to prevent the plague in my heart, I must have maintain a clean spirit by allowing God access to my inner most thoughts, to the very heart that is in danger of the plague. He is able to keep me healthy as long as I allow Him access and listen to His direction.

“Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: and see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” Ps. 139:23,24 (KJV)

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Nora’s Review of: The Secrets of Paper and Ink

 

 

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The Secrets of Paper and Ink

By Lindsay Harrel

Published by Thomas Nelson

Release Date: February 26, 2019

ISBN# 987-0718075729

336 Pages

 

 

NORA’S REVIEW: This novel combines passionate book people, books, bookstores, creativity, caring people along with some scenes at a lovely B & B. I instantly connected with these characters and their situations as each seeks healing and hope in unexpected places. I love reading about my favorite things!

This author’s third novel brings together a heart-warming story filled women learning what real love is, what being loved looks like, friendships are important, and there are different ways to heal. In that they discover valuable truths like: “your past doesn’t define you.”  Amen!

Two gifted women combine their talents to help Ginny re-imagine her bookstore in hopes of increased sales.  Each woman faces hard times with relationships issues, and pain as they seek forgiveness for others, themselves all the while trying to find a place to call home.

This is an engaging time-slip story that had me glued to each page as the plot unfolds. In current time Sophia is dealing with the loss of her spouse and Ginny bookstore owner was struggling to make since of her wayward husband who left her to find himself; says he’ll be back.

The historical side of the story takes place in Cornwell, England 1800’s with main characters Emily a teacher/governess and Edward her childhood friend. She’s the Pastor’s daughter and Edward is above her station, in life destined to marry a woman in the same social circles or better. I loved the fact that Emily was a woman who dared to follow her dreams even if that dream involved working in a male-dominated field and even when everyone around her thought she was crazy. A poor woman pursuing a man’s career. Unheard of. Emily can’t help but pour out her story on blank pages. She is destined to write. She describes, …” I walked to my room, picked up my pen and poured my heart into the only thing that would ever be my salvation.”

Sophia reads Emily’s words, describes them to Ginny,” It’s one of love and loss, and heartache and bravery and all kinds of things that hit me right here.” She thumped her heart.”

Sophia’s best friend and fellow therapist says, “When you and David got together, he tried to mold you into the person he wanted you to be. He trapped the real Sophia. She’s been buried for so long, you don’t remember who she is. I think you get little glimpses of her….” But she is too ashamed to think about it all.

Bravo to this new favorite author of mine. I loved how she brilliantly combines a love story from the past (real or imagined – Sophia is on a mission to find out) combined with two women in current time seeking healing from their own personal relationship issues. These characters and the story are rich; it’s a great read for fun and/or would make a wonderful book club pick. I highly recommend it.

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

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Never Tire of Doing What is Good

My husband has always loved baseball. These days we are often watching a baseball game. But years ago, my husband used to play baseball as well. When he was eleven, he was playing in the outfield in one particular game with the Boys Club. When the batter hit the ball, my husband came in behind the second baseman, in an attempt to catch the ball. He was close, but he got there a split second too late to catch it. The ball hit the ground first before my husband scooped it up. However, from the viewpoint where the umpire was standing, he thought that my husband caught the ball and initially called the batter out. But my husband spoke up and let the umpire know that he didn’t catch the ball. This story has always amazed me because my husband was only eleven years old at the time. I believe many children might not have spoken up in this situation. In fact, many of his teammates were mad at him for speaking up. And I also believe many adults might not have spoken up in this situation either. I am sure if the same thing happened today, my husband would still speak up. I admire how my husband always tries to do the right thing, no matter what the scenario is.

2 Thessalonians 3:13 tells us to “never tire of doing what is good.” While it’s important for all people today to be honest and live with integrity, I think it’s especially important for Christians. Other people are watching our actions and listening to our words. We have a responsibility to do what is right, because we should be a reflection of Jesus.

Paul wrote the words above in 2 Thessalonians. I believe Paul lived up to those words and never tired of doing what was right. But one thing I like about Paul is that he could also admit when he made mistakes. In Romans 7:15-20, he wrote the following:

“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.”

While it’s important for Christians to do what is right, we are human and might mess up at times. But the key is to walk this path of life in the Lord’s strength, not our own strength. We have the Holy Spirit living inside of us at all times. Sometimes we forget that and try to tackle life on our own. Be we don’t have to. God is always there, ready and waiting for us to let go and hand Him the reins. We have to fully surrender to Him and allow Him to have control of our lives. Then walking down the path of life will be so much easier than it was on our own. We will make the right decisions, speak up when we should, be honest, and walk with integrity.

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Passion as an Author

When I’m writing a novel — or even a non-fiction story, I have to be passionate about the subject or I don’t have enough wherewithal to finish the book. Writing a novel is a commitment.  At least 80,000 words living with characters and a setting that must, on some level, become real to you as an author.

Example:  Sometimes, my characters talk to me when I’m going to sleep and I have to write down their words on a notepad so I don’t forget where they want me to go the next day.  (Can you tell I’m a seat-of-the-pantser and not a plotter?)

IMG_0195Sometimes, I’ll start a novel with one issue driving me and my characters will make a sharp right and I’ll have to follow them to a different place.  To an underlying passion that I didn’t know was there brewing beneath the surface.

Right now, I have three novels in my head — but I’m only focusing on one at the moment.  It’s about five sisters with one father and three mothers.  (Tentatively called Room at the Top.) The other two are a light Chick Lit set in Little Italy and a women’s fiction about two sisters, one with mental illness.  For now, we’re going with the Heiresses of Wentworth Manor, a modern-day women’s fiction about family drama in Pacific Heights, San Francisco.

My passion for this story comes from watching millennials grapple with the sins of their parents and trying to make things right in their own relationships.  But as I started writing the story, I began to have mercy on the dad who’d made all the mistakes.  Then the storyline got more convoluted.  After all, most people aren’t true villains — unless you’re watching the ID Network, then there is definitely a true villain. Most people are just doing the best they can with the life they’ve been handed.

I’m nearly done with the novel now.  It’s not the story I set out to tell, but it definitely is something I had enough passion for to get through to the end.  I’d love to be the kind of author who could plan and plot out an entire book.  Unfortunately for me, there’s no passion in that route and the story lays flat.

That’s how it works for me.  Are you interested in what inspires your favorite authors?  I always loved hearing about what gave Tolstoy or Thomas Hardy their passion on a subject.

 

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When Dreams Die by Vicki Hinze

Christians Read, Vicki Hinze, When Dreams Die

 

We begin with a dream.  It might be a pipe dream to some, a lofty one to others, but to us it is a vision and we create it from desire.

That desire is often seated in purpose.  Our vision might be to entertain, to enlighten, to aid or to release.  It might be to shed light on a social issue or challenge.  It might be to work through an issue or challenge.  Whatever fuels our dream is unique to us, and typically is very personal and private, meaning that our specific dream wouldn’t fuel the passion and discipline necessary to make that dream a reality in others.  But it does inspire those things in us.  The desire to see that dream fulfilled makes us determined.  It takes us to places we didn’t even realize we could or would go.  We forfeit other things, make sacrifices and dare to dream when those without that purpose fueling their actions would have given up and moved on.

So what happens to us when our dreams die?  We who are dedicated and devoted and have made those sacrifices and forfeited for them?

Some of us get stuck right there.  We get frustrated and angry.  We give up and stew in the fact that we gave all and still our dreams were denied.  We stew over the unfairness of it all, and sometimes, sadly, we despair.

Our total focus has been on making the dream a reality, and when we accept that it isn’t going to happen, then despair sets in.  Some slide into that pit of despair and move no further.  They elect to replay the events leading up to the death of the dream over and over and over.  And that becomes their new reality.  They’re stuck, unable to progress further and blame anything and everything remotely possible that can be blamed for their loss.  But not once do they move ahead, and it doesn’t occur to them to continue to dream, to find a new vision.  To invest elsewhere.

So some of us get stuck on this hamster wheel and some of us despair, and both of those reactions, while human for a time, become our undoing.  Both cause us to still in the water and prevent us from reaching our potential and fulfilling our purpose.

The death of a dream is never easy.  It can be vicious and merciless, taking a toll on us physically, emotionally and spiritually, and the greater the impact on us, the more challenging it becomes.  Simply put, the death of a dream can for some be a horrendous obstacle to overcome.  Yet we know the alternative to doing the work required to overcome it.  We can do that work or we can settle in for a long stay on the hamster wheel—spinning and spinning and getting nowhere—or be stuck in despair, which no one else needs to bother to describe to us.  We’ve all endured it on something and know how difficult it is to reside there.

Spinning and despair—who of sound mind could desire more of either?  Comparatively speaking, the work looks like a picnic.  It isn’t, of course.  The work makes demands on us—some welcome, some not—but we work with the cards we’re dealt.  And so we accept that this dream is dead and we decide spinning and despair isn’t for us.  We opt to mourn its passing and move on.   But move on to what?

And here is where many of us encounter and unfortunately where many of us endure the second place of getting stuck.  We flounder and seek and get mired in the muck. We just can’t see what’s next in our lives.

Often, the process in the death of a dream thus far is a variation of:

Confusion → Denial → Disappointment → Frustration → Anger → Grief → Acceptance

And all that leads us right back to . . .

Confusion.

This is a different confusion.  It isn’t about where you’ve been.  It’s about where to go next.  What to do next.  What is our new dream?  Typically, we’ve been so invested in the old one that we resist letting go, and until we do let go, moving on is impossible.  We’re so busy looking back that any forward movement we make has us stumbling into potholes, tromping through mud puddles, veering into ditches and bouncing off brick walls.

We’re running into more obstacles because we’re so busy looking back that we’re not looking forward, ahead to what could be right in front of us.

Once we grasp that—for clarity of vision we must look ahead not behind—we have the first major opportunity for growth and new dreams.

  So when a dream dies, we work through it until we reach a point where we accept that what we dreamed is in the past and now we must look ahead and create new dreams.

This requires faith.  In our judgment, our abilities and our purpose.  And faith can be scarce because we believed we were doing what we were meant to do last time, and that didn’t work out.  This is where character comes in.

Character and an unshakable faith that our perspective and view is limited and if we were able to back off and get a broader view we would see that a greater purpose lies ahead.  Maybe our dream was too limited.  Maybe our growth expanded our opportunities and our abilities exceeded our original dream.  Maybe the original dream was a stepping-stone preparation for more.  We had to gain experience and insights that now can aid us in achieving our true purpose.  Wait a second, you say.  If our original dream, the one that died, was a steppingstone, then it wasn’t a failure but a path.

That is correct.  And it means that the purpose in our first dream was fulfilled.  Perhaps fulfilled in a way far different than our vision of it, but fulfilled in the broader sense of God’s vision of our life’s purpose.  Were we not told that Jesus would prepare a table? That he would straighten the crooked places?  That he would make a way where none existed?

Perhaps we would better serve both God and ourselves to view this “death of a dream” as a pitstop to His dream for us.  Or as a visit to “a door” versus “the door” of our purpose.  Perhaps this door was the path to our door.  An interim door.

Our challenge is that we don’t have perfect perception or understanding—not of God’s plans or even of our own.  So faith that we’re taking steps toward our divine destiny and doing our part to envision dreams and manifest them in reality has to be factored into the process.  We dream what we believe are huge dreams.  Perhaps about little things but ones that make huge differences, if not to the masses, then to specific individuals.  And the importance of those dreams should never be underestimated.

Yet too often we are mired and stay mired in confusion about what to do next.  We flutter and fret and we don’t do the one thing we should do:

We don’t stop and look at what’s left.

The key to the next step is in knowing what’s left after the death of the dream and in being grateful for the good in those things.  We don’t look for what we’ve gained in the attempt.  Being mired in mourning a loss, we focus on the losses and not the gains.  That doesn’t make way for gratitude of what is still there.  What we now have that we lacked before the attempt at the original dream.  Gratitude and appreciation are essential to balance and harmony. We all know of this direct connection, this immutable link, and yet we often fail to exercise discipline to seek our gains and we still wallow in the mire.

When we look at what’s left, we see that which has endured—the gains.  And when we’re grateful for the gains, we’re grateful for the good that has endured.  When we acknowledge its value to us and others, then that is our new direction.  To create more that will endure and be good—blessings to us and others—and that is the foundation upon which we create our new dreams.  It’s solid and firm.  It’s endured.  It’s good and worthy of our investment.  Worthy of our next leap of faith.

With all of the changes in the world around us, I receive a lot of questions that ask what offers the safest harbors right now.  These are natural questions.  Human questions.  But ones that separate you from the reason that you are you.  The truth is there are few safe harbors for people of faith.  But that shouldn’t bring distress.  There never have been any save one:  faith itself.

We all are who we are for a purpose.  As a writer, I know this in the way only one with a lifetime of experience can know and prove it.  A writer’s purpose is to share insights on the human condition.  Some are tasked to experience and write stories of their trials and challenges and how they overcame them constructively. To light a path for others lost on their journeys to follow.  Some are tasked to shine light on our collective monsters in the closet so that we better understand and overcome those challenges.  Some writers find their purpose is to write to entertain, offering others a reprieve and respite from the challenges in their lives.  Some are to comfort, inform, enlighten; to prove there’s light at the end of specific dark and seemingly endless tunnels, or to offer perspectives that shift thinking and open minds that were closed.

The reasons and purposes are as unique as the writers themselves and defined more specifically by them.

So does the death of a dream mean the writer stops writing?

Maybe.  Maybe not.  What’s left?

Did the desire and purpose for writing endure?  Is it good?

If so, then perhaps the death of this dream isn’t a death at all but merely the completion of it.  Perhaps death is a redefining of the dream. Honing it.  Going from the interim door to “the” door.  Making way for the old dream to expand into a new dream.

The answer to whether or not you continue to write, or to continue writing what you have been writing (or doing whatever you’ve been doing in your life)—your original dream or your next dream—lies in those enduring gains.  What is good and worthy of your purpose—your time and life.

The seeds for “what’s next” spring from there.  With focus and attention, looking ahead with an open mind and a dedicated, disciplined heart, those seeds sprout and you get a clearer, sharper view of the path ahead.

You’ll dare to dream again and to embrace this new direction.  Walk down this new road with a spring in your step, believing on faith that what is ahead is better for all that you’ve learned on the journey through the first dream.  You’re wiser, more adept, looking at the bigger picture and broader view.  Your abilities are expanded, you have experience and expertise now you lacked then, and you’re more flexible. Your perspective has changed.  All these things and more are the natural outgrowths—your rewards, if you will—for pulling yourself out of the mired muck and daring to invest again.

For daring to observe the view and, in faith, seek your next dream.

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In a Moment by Nancy J. Farrier

How long is a moment? You often hear, “Give me a moment,” or “Just a moment,” from people but how long is that moment of time? In medieval times, and hour was 40 moments long, so each moment was about 90 seconds. That is still the standard agreed upon today from what I read.

What can happen in a moment? There are many wonderful things: a man drops to his knee and proposes, an award is given, a word of encouragement can be given, a kind deed makes you realize someone cares, and the list goes one. 

The flip side is the negative things that can happen: a hurtful conversation makes you doubt yourself, a spouse shouts insults and storms out leaving a devastated family in the wake, a car swerves in front of you on the road causing a crash that changes your life, a person can slip and fall, and on it goes.

Why am I fascinated with the topic of moments? In Exodus 33:5, God tells Moses he won’t be among the Israelites while they travel because, “You are a stiff-necked people. I could come up in your midst in one moment and consume you.”

In one moment, God could consume all the Israelites. The word moment in the Hebrew conveys the meaning of “a wink of the eyes” or an “instant.” It is a scary thought for that many people to cease to exist in the wink of an eye.

In Numbers 16, Korah, and some other men, come against Moses and Aaron. Twice, (verses 21 and 45) God tells Moses and Aaron to get out of the way and he will consume all the people in a moment. Over a million people would be wiped out. 

After the first time in Num. 16:21, Moses and Aaron fell on their faces before God and interceded on behalf of the people. They begged God not to wipe out everyone for the sin of one man. God gave instructions for the next day so the people would be separated from those who did wrong, but when the day arrived all the people murmured against Moses and Aaron. Once again, God said he would wipe them out in a moment and He sent a plague.

How were they saved? Moses and Aaron interceded again. Moses told Aaron to take a censor and go among the people to stop the plague. In the moment it took for Aaron to grab the censor and stand between the living and the dead, almost 15,000 people died. In a moment.

How does this relate to us? I don’t know about you, but I have to be careful about my murmuring and complaining. I am no better than those Israelites. If something goes wrong, I tend to complain, even though I’ve determined never to do so again. If someone does something to hurt me, or hurt a member of my family, if a car cuts me off in traffic, if something in the house breaks down, if I get sick at an inconvenient time (is there a convenient time?). There are many more examples, but you get the point.

Why haven’t I been consumed? Why hasn’t God wiped me out in a moment? Just as Moses and Aaron interceded for the Israelites, I have an intercessor Who is always there for me. He sees my heart and knows why I do what I do. He knows I will ask forgiveness and takes the time to speak on my behalf. 

“For there is one God and one Mediator between God and men, the Man Christ Jesus.” I Timothy 2:5 (NKJV)

When I say something I shouldn’t, when I think a nasty thought, when I do anything wrong, no matter what it is, Jesus is there to intercede. Like those Israelites, I might deserve to be “consumed in a moment” but before that moment elapses, Jesus is there to speak up for me. His love is my shield. A sweet covering for those moments when I murmur my discontent. I am so thankful for Him.

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86,400 Seconds by Bridget A. Thomas

86,400 seconds is the amount of time we have each day. It sounds like a lot of time when we look at it in seconds. Yet each day seems to go by so quickly. Most years we get 31,536,000 seconds (365 x 86,400). Since this year is a leap year, we are given 31,622,400 seconds (366 x 86,400).

Most leap years we let leap day slip by without much attention. Unless you are one of the folks whose birthday actually falls on the twenty-ninth of February. Then you might look forward to this day with anticipation. Or perhaps if you want to adopt the tradition where the lass proposes to the lad, then leap day might be something to look forward to. But for the rest of us, the day comes and goes without a second glance.

I say we make this year different and start a new tradition. Let’s make leap day a special day. We all talk about needing more time for various reasons. And with leap day, we are getting an extra twenty-four hours. Therefore, I say we do something significant on this day.

How can we do that? The answer can vary for each of us. Think of something that you have been wanting to do, but you just haven’t gotten around to it. Or think of something that is holding you back which you would like to lay aside. We just have to pick one thing to do on this day that will make it special. Here are some ideas I thought of:

  • Go to a park which you have never been to before
  • Go to dinner and anonymously pay for someone else’s meal
  • Don’t complain all day, especially if this is a bad habit of yours
  • Don’t look at social media, video games, television, or something similar, especially if this is an issue for you
  • Anonymously send a friend a gift card
  • Do something special with your family, laying aside work or any other distractions
  • Read a book or watch a movie that you have been wanting to read / watch
  • Cook a meal (or bake something sweet) together with your family
  • Adopt a pet
  • Take care of an item on your to-do list
  • Donate money to a good cause
  • Plant a garden
  • Use the day for fasting and prayer
  • Bring your neighbor fresh baked cookies
  • Visit a nursing home

These are just a few examples of how we can do something memorable with the extra 86,400 seconds we will get this year. Feel free to come up with something of your own. If you do, I’d love to hear about it!

© 2020 Bridget A. Thomas

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Twice upon a Time by James R. Coggins

The handsome prince kissed the beautiful sleeping princess, and she woke up. They got married and lived happily ever after.

That was in the good old days when writers could write stories they way they should be written. Nowadays, the story would have to go something like this:

The handsome prince kissed the beautiful sleeping princess. She woke up, looked him in the eye and demanded, “Did you slip some drugs into my drink?” Then the beautiful princess hired a lawyer, sued the handsome prince for sexual assault, and was awarded half the riches of his kingdom.

Or consider this story from the old days:

The courageous prince thrust his sword into the dragon. The dragon burst into flames, fell headlong off the cliff, and plummeted down into the sea, never to be seen again.

Nowadays, the story would go something like this:

The courageous prince thrust his sword into the dragon. The dragon burst into flames, fell headlong off the cliff and plummeted down into the sea. The incident was recorded on a castle security camera, and the videotape was leaked to the SPCA. The prince was subsequently charged with cruelty to animals and violating the Endangered Species Act. The Department of Oceans and Fisheries also got involved, and further charges were brought against the prince for polluting the environment and dumping toxic material into a body of water. The prince was fined heavily and driven from public office in disgrace.

One more story from the old days:

Hansel and Gretel pushed the wicked witch into the oven and slammed the door. She was soon burnt up. Then the children found their way home and lived happily ever after.

Nowadays, this story, too, would turn out somewhat differently:

Hansel and Gretel pushed the wicked witch into the oven and slammed the door. Fortunately, the witch was able to use her cellphone to call 911, and she was rescued by firemen using the jaws of life. The witch then lodged a complaint with the Human Rights Commission against Hansel and Gretel for religious discrimination. Hansel and Gretel were found to have violated the witch’s human rights. They were fined $50,000 each and were required to issue a written public apology to the witch. A settlement was agreed upon, allowing the witch to freely exercise her religion, providing she limited her consumption to eating three children per week. This last restriction was later overturned on appeal when the witch took the case to the Supreme Court. And so the witch ate Hansel and Gretel and lived happily ever after.

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A True Neighbor (by Hannah Alexander)

Since we began moving around the country four years ago–after living in one area code for many decades–Mel and I have discovered the true need of a good neighbor. We had wonderful neighbors in Missouri, and I also believe we were good neighbors to them. When you’ve grown up with the people who live around you, it becomes more of a family thing. We knew we could count on our neighbors to help us if we needed them. It was just a thing in the Missouri Ozarks. We were never alone.

You know how you take life for granted when it’s always been that way? In our small Missouri town, we could always count on David to plow the snow from our drive. I could always count on Gary to come over and help me lift my mother when she fell. I was there for Cindy when she needed her insulin needles filled.

It wasn’t until we moved to Nebraska and were sick for the first time that we realized we had moved away from that family of neighbors who took care of one another. But then we met Joy and Lyle at our new church just before I got a nasty flu. Although a stranger, Joy came to see me, fed me, kept in touch, called at just the right time when I needed something. She showed me what a true neighbor was all about. What a blessing from God. You really appreciate it when you’re sick.

But then we moved to this wild place.  We joined a new tiny church. A church is a family  that helps one another, right? They pray for one another. But such a small church cannot be there for everyone all the time. There are too many needs, and in our church, there seem to be a lot who are IN need. So when we get sick here, we always know we have a next-door neighbor who will bring us chicken soup and run to the store and check on us to make sure we’re okay. Sherry doesn’t attend our church, or actually any church right now, and yet her Christian spirit is a blazing light for everyone to see. I missed Sherry this past week when Mel and I once again got hit with influenza and were on our own, too sick to do much, not well enough to get groceries or meds. I gained a new appreciation for Sherry and her generosity when she was away for two months caring for her sick mother.

You know that phrase, “Actions speak louder than words”? It’s easy to claim to be a Christian and say you’ll pray for someone. But when a neighbor is sick, that’s when the prayers become actions. That’s when you have a chance to show your faith through your actions.

James 2:16 says: If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?

Our neighbors Greg and Sherry use actions to bless us. They cared for our home when we were gone, shoveled our snow, cared for our cats. It seems wherever we go, God blesses us with those who are kind and caring. May you also be blessed by people around you who care enough to be your neighbors.

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February Book Release by Tara Randel

Today I’m excited to tell you about my newest book release, Always The One. I always look forward to seeing a new book come out, but this time I’m especially excited because this is my 10th Heartwarming book with Harlequin. When I dreamed of becoming a full-time author, I never imagined I’d be so fortunate to work for such a great company, have a wonderful editor who I’ve been with for nine books, and be able to pursue my goal of creating stories that I hope touch reader’s hearts.

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I always tell people who have a dream to go after it, because I did just that. I love telling stories and wanted a chance for others to read them. It took many years to be able to work as a full-time author, but the journey has been worth it. I learned a lot about the craft of writing, and quite a bit about myself, along the way. I wouldn’t be here without my firm belief in God and the power of prayer. No one has to tell me how awesome the Father is, I see it every day, not just in my career, but in the world around me.

So if you’re hesitating to go after that goal, take a step of faith. You never know what will happen, or the surprises that will pop up along the way. If I hadn’t gone for it, I wouldn’t be telling anyone about my 10th Harlequin book!

Always The One is bittersweet, since it is the last book in the Meet Me At The Altar series. The Matthews brothers have a special place in my heart. They’re all about honor, family and protecting those they love. Who wouldn’t fall for men like them?

Derrick lost the woman he loved years ago, until fate brings them together. But Hannah isn’t exactly welcoming, with good reason. Still, Derrick is a Matthews and won’t quit until he convinces her they belong together. Will they find their happily ever after? Not only do we get that answer, but a recap of the Matthews clan as well.

Here is the back cover blurb for Always The One.

She’s the love of his life…

…but is he still hers?

FBI agent Derrick Matthews has finally found his childhood sweetheart and the love of his life—but she isn’t exactly happy about it! Years ago, Hannah Rawlings disappeared overnight when her family went on the run, and she blames Derrick. She tells him she’s moved on and he should, too, but Derrick fears Hannah’s still in danger. He vows to protect her—even if that means betraying her trust…again.

Here’s an excerpt. Enjoy!

She tilted her head. “You weren’t serious when you said you never stopped looking for me, were you?”

 He moved closer, his gaze locked on hers. “Dead serious. But my dedication only led to one disappointment after another.”

“I just…there was no one else in your life?”

He wasn’t about to admit there’d been a time when he’d almost moved on. “You’re hard to forget.” He turned to look across the room at Prescott holding court. “But I guess you had it easy getting over me.”

“That’s not fair. I honestly never thought we’d cross paths again.” Her fingers trembled when she set her glass on a nearby table. “And that was fine, since I was angry with you. But as time passed, I realized there was no way you could find me with a new name. How on earth would you have access to WITSEC? You couldn’t.”

 “So you never imagined me sweeping in to save the day?”

“If I did, it was wishful wishing.”

 “I never stopped missing you. Wanting you. Hoping things had turned out differently.” He fisted his hand in frustration. “I thought you stayed away because you didn’t want to see me.”

She opened her mouth, then closed it. It looked as if she was debating her words. “Yes, we made promises. Had our entire future before us.” Her eyes turned glassy in the bright light. “But the longer we were apart, the more apparent it became that we were over. My family took precedence, Derrick. Decisions were made that moved you and me farther and farther from each other. This is my reality now.”

He couldn’t deny that truth. “So Prescott is the guy for you?”

She nodded. “He’s been there. Ever since we met and later when Mom got sick. He’s a good man.”

 “You love him?”

 “You’ve met him. How could I not?”

 “That’s not an answer.”

She pressed her lips together. He remembered that stubborn expression.

“Derrick, it’s been too long. We can’t be in each other’s lives now,” she continued. “We must accept that.”

“Have you ever known me to give up on something?”

“I’m not a something.”

 “You’re the love I never stopped looking for.”

 Teardrops sparkled on her lashes. “This isn’t fair.”

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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.  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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Blessings in the Valley

In life we will all cross different hills and valleys. Most of us probably much prefer the hills. When we are on top, life is wonderful and things are going well. We have joy and blessings overflowing in our lives.

On the other hand, in the valleys, we might be facing a difficulty that we would rather not face. Instead of joy, we might be suffering in some way. And the pain overshadows the blessings in life.

But if we change our perspective, the valley can also be a beautiful place. In the valley, we have the opportunity to learn, grow, and strengthen our character. Think of Moses who originally felt he was not qualified to lead the Israelites out of Egypt (Exodus 3). But God strengthened him along the way.

In the valley, God might use the obstacle to display His glory and everlasting love. Think about David as he brought down a giant. Goliath was nine feet nine inches tall. Through God’s power, David defeated the giant with a rock and a slingshot (1 Samuel 17).

Also, when we are in a valley, this might be a rich time for strengthening our relationship with Jesus. When we are deep in a pit, this can be the most peaceful time, if we choose to run into the arms of Jesus. Think of Paul and all the trials he faced in his life. Yet while in prison, he wrote in his letter to the Philippians, “I have learned the secret to being content in any and every situation.” (Philippians 4:12)

I am not making light of the valleys. I know life can be extremely painful and challenging at times. I am just saying that God is there to help us through it, if we turn to Him. And Romans 8:28 reminds us “that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”

We have to make a decision. Will we continue to allow the suffering to torment us? Will we allow the fear to keep us trapped? Will we allow bitterness to hold us hostage? Will we hide from the world?

Or will we run into the arms of Jesus? Will we allow Him to restore us? Will we hand our problems to Him? And will we cling to Him like never before?

In her book Nothing to Prove, Jennie Allen relays how her sister went through some difficulties. She doesn’t give all the details, but it sounds like she hit rock bottom, lost almost everything, and had to start over. Sounds awful, right? But I am awestruck by Jennie’s sister’s response.

She said, “How blessed am I to lose everything all at once? To know that with nothing else on earth, God is enough? For the rest of my life, I will know I only need Him and that He really is that good.” (Taken from Nothing to Prove by Jennie Allen. Copyright © 2017 by Jennie Allen.)

Wow. These words simply amaze me. But she has a solid point. I pray that we don’t have this level of heartache that she did. But I do pray that we all can keep this perspective the next time we face something difficult. We can run into the arms of Jesus and allow Him to be our strength.

I wanted to end with a song. But I couldn’t decide between two. So I will leave you with both. Enjoy!

In the Arms by Terrian

Hills and Valleys by Tauren Wells

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Girls, I Owe You an Apology

Through the years as a Christian I’ve taught VBS and Sunday School. I’ve helped at youth group and even facilitated a group for girls. I’ve poured into my daughter and her friends.

Even as an author, my heart is with them. I think of them picking up my books and reading them. I even have a series I’m writing with my daughter with a message to them, and mentors like me, to surrender the lies. Because we’re God’s girls. We’re beautiful. Amazing. And Brilliant.

I’ve shared my high school and college experiences in hopes they would learn from my mistakes. Over and over I’ve told them how precious they are. How beloved by God. And the world will not tell them the truth. The world will have them believe they will be enough with that makeup. Those clothes. This guy. —Julie Arduini

So imagine my surprise when I opened Instagram and saw Jennifer Aniston. A Friends fan, I noted it was her birthday. Her 51st. I looked at the image. A cover of a magazine.

My heart sunk and the lies started.

Next month, I turn 50. And I assure you, people would be able to tell which one is me and which one is her. I fixated on her perfect hair, her youthful features, and her glow.

Then I obsessed over my attributes, or lack of them.

I never know each day if my hair will want to be curly or straight. I do know it’s gray.

When I diffuse my hair, I also have an ice pack to manage the circles under my eyes and help my skin appear youthful.

Last year I remember confessing to applying Aquaphor on my face so I could have a Markle Sparkle, and all I did was break out.

Then my mind went to the recent Super Bowl half-time show where I was so disappointed. It was nothing but an advertisement for things that do anything but respect our gender. Yet the whisper through my mind was, “JLo is 50. You look nothing like her.” And then there’s Mariah Carey. We were born on the same day. And that’s where our things in common end.

I was filled with self-loathing. Even though I’ve lost some weight, it’s no where near the size those women are. I couldn’t find anything positive about myself as I kept staring at that Instagram picture.

Finally I shut my phone off and started working on my Bible reading and study time. The whispers died down and wisdom came to mind. God’s loving reminders.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14

I am clothed with strength and dignity. I can laugh at the days to come. Proverbs 31:25

I am God’s masterpiece. Ephesians 2:10

I am altogether beautiful. There is no flaw in me. Song of Solomon 4:7

How quickly I forgot the truth I’ve spent years praying into other women and girls. I don’t know those celebrities beyond what I see online, but I know they are in tabloids all the time. They have had all their marriages up for fodder, and laughter from the world when they ended. My sense is with their public persona, they probably struggle knowing who is a true friend and who wants to use them for their celebrity. And as beautiful as they are, I forgot the most important thing: those magazines are airbrushed and edited.

In other words, not real.

I hope those ladies, and all women in that industry, know or soon come to know what I forgot. That they are God’s creation. So precious to Him. And comparing themselves is such a game from the pit of hell. How they can only be fulfilled in a relationship with Christ.

I pray the women and girls I pray with and encourage never struggle with the lies from the true defeated one. God has such an amazing plan for all of them. For all of us.

Even when we’re about to turn 50.

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Here are a couple resources I use that encourage me in God’s promises:

Free Resources from The Passion Translation

Loop for Women

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Wait for it…

They say prayer has three answers: yes, no and wait.  This weekend, I got to see one of those long “wait for it” prayers answered.  I did not have a successful marriage and I have prayed and worried about my children in their relationships for years.  What a blessing it has been to me to see them in relationships and work things out when life gets tough.

My second son got married in December (he’s a Marine and had to do it on government time after deployment) and the reception was this weekend.  Watching my son love and care for his wife — and her entire family — filled me with such a sense of pride.  I felt like, “I get it, God.  It wasn’t my marriage that would be the answer to my prayer, it would be my children’s.”

Alyssa + Jonah Elopement Preview PhotosAnd I’m good with that.  It’s so satisfying to see all they’ve been through already. (Long distance relationship while he was in Okinawa.  Barely any communication while he was on the 8-month ship deployment, making two families blend and merging households.) They both love each other through the good and the bad.  They compromise.  They take care of one another and they have a great time together.)

So my answered prayer for a godly marriage may not have been mine, but I feel like God’s answer was ultimately more satisfying for me.  My kids did not learn dysfunction.  They learned FROM the dysfunction and that is an amazing answer to prayer.  Well done, God.  I did not see that coming.

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