Healing Scars by Bridget A. Thomas

There is a Cuban food truck in my town. My husband and I go there once in a while for a delicious Cuban sandwich. There is usually a man doing the cooking and a woman who takes the orders, gets the drinks, etc. I don’t know her name, but I like her. I like her because she calls me “Mommy.” (Perhaps this is how she addresses all the female customers?) She is younger than me, but I don’t think she is young enough for me to be her mother. But it still makes me feel good. Why? Because no one else on this earth calls me Mommy or Mom or Mother or Mama. (Unless you want to include my dogs, but they can’t talk!)

“Do you have children?” I am asked that question often. Usually it comes up when meeting someone new. For most people it is a normal question, similar to commenting on the weather. But for me it hurts every time. I have not been blessed with children. And it is the one thing in life that I long for the most – to carry a baby in my arms, whether my own flesh and blood, or adopted. To nurture and care for a child is one of the greatest gifts. But it is one that I have not experienced.

There are times when I believe I have actually accepted this about my life, until the subject comes up in a conversation. And then I know that I am still harboring the hurt, the rejection, and the regret of not having a child. The pain is raw once again. Deep down I long to be open and genuine, fully embracing my situation. But when I am open, I often regret it. Whoever I am speaking to will make a comment that reopens the scar.

There have been times when I would run and turn to my friends for comfort. And at the time I might receive a small bit of reassurance. But the comfort doesn’t last. My mistake is that I don’t turn to THE Comforter. One night as I lay in bed, a favorite Bible verse went through my head. It was Romans 8:28 (NLT) which says, “And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose for them.” It’s a verse I wholeheartedly believed… except when it came to this one thing. I felt that being a mother was the single most important thing a woman could do. Raising a child would give my life meaning and purpose. Without that one thing, I had to wonder why I was even here.

But that night as I began to seek sleep, God brought that verse to mind. Suddenly I was wide awake as I heard Him whisper, “Yes, even with that.” Remembering that moment brings tears to my eyes. Knowing that in my deepest pain, God was there to soothe the scrapes and bruises on my heart.

And then I knew that I had to make a choice. Either I believed God or I didn’t.

Perhaps you are facing a similar pain in your life. It might not be about children necessarily. Maybe it was a choice from your past that you regret. Or it could be a dream you long to see fulfilled. Whatever might be weighing on you today, remember that God has a way of making things more beautiful than we could ever imagine. He can take the biggest disappointments and create an amazing testimony. Lay it all down at God’s feet. Your regrets, your broken dreams, your fears, and your suffering. He can and will work all things together for good. He will pick up every jagged piece of your life, place them all together like a jigsaw puzzle, and create a beautiful masterpiece, if you allow Him to.

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Advice to a First Year University Student

The universities from which I graduated often ask me for things (mostly money). One, a secular, government-run institution, recently asked me to contribute a short note of encouragement and advice to a first year student. I agreed. And then I discovered that my note was to be limited to 150 characters (25-30 words). It is difficult to condense my approach to university education to 25 words and still say something meaningful. Therefore, I composed the somewhat longer version that follows.

To a First Year University Student:

You have been given a wonderful opportunity. Your university is a vast reservoir of knowledge, and you have been given the privilege of scooping out as much as you can.

When I first enrolled as a university student, I determined to learn as much as I could, in class and out of it. I was convinced that if I did that, the marks would take care of themselves. And I was right.

So, my advice is: Pursue knowledge with a passion. Learn as much as you can.

Feel free to challenge what your professors are teaching you—especially if you can offer evidence that they are wrong rather than just an alternative opinion.

Question everything. And I mean everything.

Question Donald Trump, but also question Hillary Clinton.

Question Adam Smith, but also question Karl Marx.

Question multinational corporations such as Imperial Oil, but also question social activist agencies such as Greenpeace.

Question John Calvin and C.S. Lewis, but also question Bertrand Russell and Christopher Hitchens.  

Question James Dobson, but also question Margaret Sanger.

Question Pascal, Descartes, Augustine, and Aquinas, but also question Freud, Jung, Einstein, and Asimov.

Question Ptolemy and Isaac Newton, but also question Copernicus and Charles Darwin.

In short, pursue knowledge and truth fearlessly, without prejudices and preconceptions. You might be surprised where it leads you.

A final word. The university system was founded by Christians, and it is possible that your specific university was also founded by Christians, who dreamed that it would expand opportunities for learning and knowledge. The current leaders of your university are quite likely embarrassed by that Christian heritage and want to pretend that it did not exist. But question everything. Roads do not all lead in one direction. When I was there, the university I attended was headed in the opposite direction to that of its Christian founders, and it has continued to head in that direction. But there were also students whose search for truth led them back to the Christian faith of the founders. Some students today still find themselves following that path. Maybe you will be one of them.

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My Boundary (by Hannah Alexander)

S1440018How many times have you seen a No Trespassing sign in the past year? Even here in wide open Wyoming, we have those signs. Of course, here, there’s usually a public road that goes through the land, which we can drive on but cannot fish, hunt, camp, or do anything but drive through if we stay on the road.

Many times, a barrier might seem offensive to us, but as in our interstate, which goes just south of the town, I really love seeing those high fences on either side. It means the mule deer, pronghorn, moose, and elk are less likely to be on the road when we’re driving at night. Not totally unlikely, but less likely.

The rock fence Mel is standing in front of, for instance, might have saved many a hiker from falling to his or her death far below.

We all have boundaries in our lives. Our own skin is a boundary that keeps us safe from the world around us. Our home is a boundary where strangers cannot come in and take over our lives–or shouldn’t. And in most states, we have the right to stop them if they try.

There are other boundaries that are more subtle. For instance, when I was a teen in school, sometimes I would make friends with someone who crossed my personal boundaries, trying to force me to break the moral code with which I was raised. If I ignored their demands, they would verbally abuse me. Now, I was often a wild child as a teenager, but even then, I had a certain independence that helped me keep some boundaries up and resist others when they tried to force their will on me. I lost friends this way, but really? Were they friends in the first place?

I belong to a group of women who like to study the Bible together, and this fall we’re studying the book Boundaries by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend. I’ve read and studied this book three times now, and I learn something new every time. Cloud and Townsend teach us how to allow God to control our lives, and how to resist the control others attempt to force on us. I have learned that my independence in many instances is not selfish at all, but allows me to do what God called me to do, and not be derailed by those who would attempt to wrest control of my life from God’s hands.

In fact, just recalling what I learned from this book before has helped me realize that I’m allowing all kinds of distractions into my life that have kept me from my true calling, which is writing. I may lose friends because I won’t have as much time for other activities, but I have a feeling my true friends will gladly accept and enjoy the real me.

How about you? Are there places in your life where others–friends, family, even pets–have managed to gain the upper hand and distracted you from your true self? Your true calling? Why don’t you join us and study Boundaries and see how to reset the controls in your own life?

 

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Thanks by Tara Randel

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I’m in deep deadline mode, but surfaced to catch up on some chores.  I went down my to-do list, stopping when I came to the reminder to write this post. As I thought about what I wanted to write, the idea of thankfulness kept coming to my mind. Since I know when to listen to my inner voice, that’s exactly what I did.

Thankfulness comes for a variety of reasons. I don’t know about you, but thankfulness to God the Father for everything He’s done for me comes first on my list, followed closely by family and good friends. I don’t take those in my life for granted, after all, where would I be without the people who enrich my life? So thank you to the people in my life who support me because I have a job I love.

As I came across some scriptures for a Bible study I’m doing, this verse caught my attention.

and he has filled him with the Spirit of God, with wisdom, with understanding, with knowledge and with all kinds of skills—Ex 35:31

This passage was about those entrusted with the work of making the tabernacle a special place for the Lord’s presence. But the words stopped me. With all kinds of skills.

God has given us talents and abilities. It’s up to us to discover what those are and live them to the fullest. It took me many years before I realized I could use my gift of storytelling as a career. God blessed me with this and every day I thank him because I get to write stories that I hope will touch people’s lives. That will perhaps give someone a couple hours of joy. Trust me, I realize what a gift and privilege this is. So I also ask for wisdom from the Holy Spirit as I come up with story ideas and reach my daily word count on my works in progress.

And since I get to be an author, I want to thank readers for taking the time to choose to read books. We live in a very busy world with lots of entertainment options within our reach. Social media seems to dominate our culture. Picking up a book or ereader is a big deal. I don’t take your support lightly.

Give thanks with a grateful heart
Give thanks to the Holy One
Give thanks because He’s given Jesus Christ, His Son

Don’t you just love the beginning of this song by Don Moen? I’ve been singing it for two days.

Here are some scriptures I love.

Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever. 1 Chronicles 16:34

I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds. Psalm 9:1

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. Philippians 4: 6

Today I want to tell you I appreciate you and send you a great big thank you!

 

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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. Look for her next Harlequin Heartwarming romance, Always The One, available February 2020 .  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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I Lift Up My Eyes

On one particular day, I came home to dog hair and paw prints on the floor. I loaded the dishwasher and one of the grids from the bottom rack came apart. I found an array of papers, plastic bags, flashlights, and a million other things strewn across the kitchen counter. I turned on the washer machine, it filled with water, but then the motor seemed to have died. I rushed around the kitchen, trying to get dinner on the table. Before I knew it, it was time for bed. It was tempting to get frustrated by the chaos.

But then I remembered Jennifer. I had a friend who died of sarcoma at the age of thirty-four. Although she is now in a much better place, I know she would have liked to have spent more time on this earth. More time with her daughter. More time with her family and friends. More time going to work. More time in the midst of this beautiful chaos that we call life.

And I thought about one of my sisters who never saw her fiftieth birthday. If she had known at the age of twenty-five that her life was half over, would she have done things differently? Would she have loved more? Would she have spent more time with her children? Would she have embraced the disorder we find in everyday life?

Life can make us weary at times. We have long to-do lists and looming deadlines, as we juggle too many plates in the air. But I have found that perspective is key. I think about all the people in hospitals fighting for their lives. I think about missionaries across the globe living in danger as they spread the gospel. I think about my sister and my friend whose lives ended way too early.

And this week in particular, I think about the people in the Bahamas who have seen overwhelming destruction and devastation from Hurricane Dorian. The minor vexations in our daily lives suddenly don’t seem so bad. My heart breaks for all those who have been impacted by this hurricane.

I like the way 2 Corinthians 4:18 reads in the New Living Translation: “So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see last forever.” This is a good reminder for whatever we might be going through. When we keep our eyes on the Lord, it can help us to stand strong in the storms of life.

When small annoyances creep into our day-to-day life, if we keep it in perspective, they suddenly won’t look so bad. We want our lives to be perfect. So when things appear to be messy, we see ourselves as “less than.” But in each one of these messy moments, we have the choice to turn to our Savior and allow Him to handle our daily stresses with His strength.

And when large tragedies come our way, such as this hurricane, we can pray to our Heavenly Father for help. No matter what we are facing, He is there. When life seems unbearable, He is there. When we don’t have the answers, He is there. When we feel helpless, He is there. He is always there.

Psalm 121 holds a special place in my heart because it is one of the Psalms that my grandmother had memorized. But it’s also a beautiful reminder of how God cares for us. He cares for us in the calm and in the storm…

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm
    he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.

– Psalm 121

(The clouds in the picture are from the tail end of the hurricane as it passed through my area of Florida.)

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I Want to be THAT Author by Julie Arduini

You know the dream where you’re in a room full of people and you’re not dressed? Well, that’s how vulnerable I feel writing this post. Years ago, moments before I hit the “create blog” button that cemented my surrendering fear so I could write for God, I promised I would write what He wanted, when He wanted.

And I need to make a confession.

I want to be THAT author.

I want to be the author that when a Facebook group admin asks “what are you reading?” or, “What author are you devouring all their books?”

I want the answer at least once, if not line after line to be “Julie Arduini.”

I want readers in search of characters they could relate to that will inspire them to surrender their own issues to Jesus.

I want readers who enjoy rural settings to discover my heart is to showcase the villages and small cities across Upstate NY, the places I lived and visited for over 30 years.

I want them to close that last page and run to their electronic device so they can post a positive review on Amazon.

There, I said it.

If there is good news about my confession, I don’t dream about my short, chubby self as a cardboard cutout at Barnes and Noble. I don’t care about bestseller lists or awards.

Here’s the best part about my confession. One, God knows. He also has a plan, and it is why I exist, and it goes way beyond writing. Yet it involves writing, and I think it’s why I’m impatient and longing to see the above things in motion.

Writing is the door God will use, I believe, opportunities for me to speak. Again, I’m not about selling out arenas or anything like that. My favorite places to speak are the MOPS groups, those are my people. Where ever He sends me, I will most likely talk about the books. When I finish, most of the ladies will leave, and that’s okay. Those that stay, that remnant, they will ask questions. Or confess. Or ask for prayer.

And when I obey and pray, THAT is why I’m on earth. I believe that with all my heart. Is the very reason I write. I believe lives will be transformed because God will use me. I’m willing. I’m ready.

So, that’s the ugly truth and the hopeful promise. I’m antsy, and it’s hard when I see those questions come up and my name isn’t there. The names that are? I love their work. They belong in those answers. And by faith, I believe one day my name will be there as well.

Am I the only one who thinks this way? Are their other careers where there are similar hopes? I’d love to hear from you!

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The heroine in Entrusted, Jenna Anderson, is a girl after my own heart. She’s a real go-getter and when things don’t go the way she hopes, she usually takes it out on her mocha. I’d love for you to read her story!

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After the Burn (by Hannah Alexander)

New bird house on burned tree

New birdhouse on burned tree

Mel and I found this interesting word picture on a recent hike. This tree is burned.

Ever felt that way? Burned-out?

I don’t know what you think of when you hear the words “burned-out” but when I’ve done my best and held on faithfully and trusted and aided and helped and done what I felt led by God to do, and I have gotten criticized and tongue-lashed for my troubles, I just want to give up. It hurts. It stinks. I’m just done with the whole thing.  Seriously done. I wonder if the apostle Peter felt that way when Jesus said to him, “Get thee behind me, Satan.” Ouch! I’d have been tempted to walk away.

But in Peter’s situation, Jesus had the words of life, and there was no other.

Sometimes in our lives, we really can back off if we’ve been singed by unkind words, or attacked for the way we do things when we feel we’re doing God’s will. I get the impression from talking to friends that this kind of thing happens a lot.

However, backing away from the abuse doesn’t mean we stop serving. It means we might have to find another place to serve, or if the person with abusive words could be right, we might figure out a way to adjust. Or we could consider that the abuse we received was from someone else who was suffering burnout, themselves, and we could give them a pass. It could mean any of these things in different situations. The point is that our call is to serve God and not grow weary in well-doing.

So this poor old burned tree is hosting a birdhouse. It’s likely to stand for quite some time as it is, and it’s still serving, burned though it may be.

Have you ever been burned with such heat that you were tempted to just pull into a hiding place and let the world go by? Believe me, you’re not alone. Hide in here with me and we can continue to serve together.

 

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A Writing Vision

Years ago, God gave me Habakkuk 2:2 as my writing verse. Because I wanted to understand His message to me, I did some research into the meaning of the words in this verse. I’ve often found that the Hebrew words translated to English lack some of the original meaning. Thus, I like to look up the original language.

Here are some meanings according to Strongs:

Vision: a sight (mentally), that is, a dream, revelation, or oracle.

Daydreams. Nightmares. Imaginations. Thoughts. Visions. How interesting that the word ‘vision’ has more to do with inner sight then eyesight. I can relate to this, because stories develop in my head, and I ‘see’ them in my mind long before they are put on paper. An image may trigger an idea, but the idea for the book develops internally as I ‘see’ the story play out.

I wonder if this is how “In the beginning” started for the Lord. Did He imagine the stars and planets in their exact placement before speaking them into existence? Did He dream of the earth, and all its inhabitants, and become filled with excitement over His creation?

Again, according to Strongs:

Plain: to dig; by analogy to engrave; figuratively to explain or to declare

Not only am I to see the vision, but I need to make it ‘plain’ for others to understand. I am called to share the truth God shows me through story. Why is it important for me to do this? I believe enabling a person to ‘run’ means that they are encouraged in their walk. They can be uplifted by what I’ve written and will seek to walk closer to God. I love the idea of my words encouraging someone else to have a better relationship with Jesus.

When I am discouraged, or when I wonder if I’m doing what God wants, I can return to these familiar words. I love the concept of making His love easier to understand through the stories I write. As I contemplate some of the Hebrew words in this verse, I can better grasp what He is saying to me.

I know I am made in His image, and I consider my minimal creativity a dim reflection of His incredible ingenuity in the formation of all that I know. The love He poured into His handiwork inspires me to want to use my ‘vision’ to make ‘plain’ to my readers the concepts God wants them to learn in the hope that they, too, will become excited about their hope in Him. 

I pray that Jesus will engrave His dream on my heart. That He will give me a heart to understand the message and to be able to put the truth in terms that are easy for others to grasp. That He will help my writing incite passion for Him in my readers. Then, they too, will read the vision and run with it.

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Working for the Kingdom of God

As Christians, we work for the Kingdom of God. Everywhere we go and everything we do, we are on duty. Whether we are at our place of employment, at home, at the grocery store, driving, or anywhere else – we report to God. He is our ultimate boss.

This is important to remember in all of our daily activities. Keeping this in the forefront of our minds will help us to make better decisions. It will help our words and actions to reflect the love of Jesus. It will help us to be a shining light in this dark world.

In The Essentials of Prayer, E.M. Bounds put it this way, “Christians are the Bible that sinners read.”

Wow! When we look at it like that, it tells us how important our actions really are. We have the power to influence those around us each and every day. The things we do and the things we say matter.

As St. Francis of Assisi put it, “Preach the Gospel at all times, and if necessary use words.”

Those are powerful words. One way or another, people are watching. So what will we tell them with our actions and words? Hopefully we are reflecting the love of Jesus.

One way we can spread the gospel is just by being ourselves. Here are some examples:

  • At my job I am often told that I am calm and peaceful. My coworkers seem to want what I have. It is no secret that I am a Christian. So I hope that by them seeing me as calm and peaceful, this will help them to want more of Jesus in their lives.
  • One of my coworkers, who is a Christian as well, shared a story with me a while back. He said that he was in a meeting with someone and the other person said a dirty word. Then they said something like, “Oh I’m sorry, I know you don’t talk like that.” My coworker never had to say anything. He was just being himself, but he still was a positive influence.

Another way we can spread the Lord’s love is through what people call “random acts of kindness.” They don’t have to be big and extravagant gestures. Any small deed has the potential to leave a lasting influence.

Here are a few examples that come to mind:

  • When we go to the store and my husband sees shopping carts strewn about the parking lot, he will grab a couple of them and put them in a nearby corral or pull them up to the store. This has the opportunity to make a positive impression on other shoppers who see his actions. And it helps the employees that work there as well.
  • One of our family members used to live next door to a grumpy neighbor. The family member has now moved to a different home and is no longer neighbors with this person. However, my husband and I send the sulky man a Christmas card every year in order to spread the love of Jesus.
  • One of our neighbors knows that a different neighbor has a second home a few hours away. So when he sees that they are away he will put their newspaper in a safe place, so that it’s not obvious to any onlookers that they are out of town.
  • I have a coworker who recently placed fortune cookies on her fellow coworkers’ desks with a note attached that said something like, “We are fortunate to have you.” This was something small, but it brought smiles.

These are just a few small examples of how we can leave lasting effects as we work for the Kingdom of God. But the possibilities are endless! Just start with a smile and common courtesy.

Unfortunately we live in a “me” world. Many people are “all about me.” Many people don’t think about others. Many people don’t want to help others because they will be inconvenienced.

But in The Broken Way, Ann Voskamp said, “You love as much as you are willing to be inconvenienced.”

Well that pretty much sums it up right there! Are we willing to be inconvenienced?

The Bible says that we are Christ’s ambassadors. And Jesus said that we are the salt of the earth and the light of the world. All three of these statements show us how much power we have in this world. Once we recognize our true power in Jesus, we have the ability to make an immense impact.

(Photo by Esteban Lussich.)

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The Best Is Yet to Be

Over a quarter of a century ago, I was working as an associate editor for a denominational church magazine. The denomination decided to move me from central Canada to Canada’s most western province, British Columbia, so I could connect with the churches there. Included in my list of responsibilities was that I was to make an effort to become acquainted with the prominent church leaders in that part of the country.

Among those church leaders was a man named Vern Heidebrecht. Vern had grown up on a small farm in Abbotsford, British Columbia, and then gone off to study at Bible college and then seminary, eventually earning a Doctor of Ministry degree. He had successfully pastored several churches in the US; the churches flourished and grew. He had then returned home to Abbotsford, where he had become senior pastor of a church plant, which was rapidly growing into the largest evangelical church in Canada.

Following my instructions, I phoned the church and made an appointment to see the senior pastor. When I arrived at the church, I was soon ushered into his office. Vern and I talked for a while, and then he suggested we pray together. He prayed for my ministry, and I prayed for his, and we prayed for each other’s families. At the end of the meeting, Vern suggested that we should get together every few months and pray for each other. I was astounded. He was pastor of a church with thousands of members and in addition was serving on several boards and was in demand as a guest speaker in churches throughout North America and even beyond. I was astounded that he thought he had time to meet with me on a regular basis.

But that is what we did for the next several years, until his ministry was cut short by the early onset of Parkinson’s disease and I left my position with the denominational magazine.

A few years later, Vern’s wife Carol phoned me and asked if I would be willing to help Vern publish his autobiography. I agreed. At the end of that process, I went to see him. He was sitting at the kitchen table, his Bible open in front of him. His voice was faltering, and I had to lean in close to understand what he was saying. He was not reading—his glasses were sitting on the open Bible—but he recited from memory what he had just read: “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him” (James 1:2-5).

The last time I saw Vern, he was in a nursing home. He was barely able to walk, and his health was failing. We talked for a while, and then he suggested we pray together. He prayed for my writing and editing ministry, and I prayed for his informal ministry of witnessing to the staff and residents of the nursing home. Then we prayed for each other’s families.

Vern passed away earlier this year. A short while later, Carol phoned and asked if I would help get Vern’s autobiography republished as a fundraising tool for a building extension for a local Christian seniors’ complex. The chapel in the new extension was to be named in Vern’s honor. I readily agreed. The book, The Best Is Yet to Be, has now been republished through my Mill Lake Books imprint. It is available through bookstores and Amazon, as well as through the seniors’ complex, Tabor Village. It is the story of a man who, through all his fame and success, his pain and his struggle, in many senses remained what he was from the beginning—a simple country boy with a deep, abiding faith in Jesus.    

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Proud Author Moments…

As a writer, you never know how someone will interact with your book.  Sometimes, it’s in terrible ways, you couldn’t have imagined.  And sometimes, it’s absolutely a God-thing.  More than you can imagine.

 

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A few months ago, a reader’s boyfriend contacted me through Facebook and said that his girlfriend loved my books.  “A Billion Reasons Why” was her favorite and he wanted to propose using the book in his proposal.  So, Kristin being Kristin, I didn’t have any copies of the book — so once my mom rescued me with a copy, I wrote in the book, “XX, Will you marry Dylan?” Then I signed it.  I sent it off to him and didn’t hear anything for a few months.

Last I’d heard, he was planning to propose that month.  So at first, I thought, “Oh no.  He didn’t propose.”  Then I imagined, maybe she said NO!”

I’m happy to report, it was none of those things.  You see, Dylan had quite the elaborate proposal planned that included a trip to the library and a librarian who was in on the ruse.

I should mention that she found a copy of “The Theory of Happily Ever After” and didn’t know I had a new book out.  So my marketing minor failed me there.  I digress.  So our heroine picks up said book and she’s upset.  Because there are no library markings on the book and that’s not right.  So our hero asks her to look inside.  She does and he drops to one knee.  Are you swooning yet?  Because a guy who proposes in a library is Mr. Darcy quality, am I right?

Anyway, the happy couple is engaged now and planning their wedding and I just think it’s a life highlight that my book got to be involved!  I feel a little like “Emma” with slightly better matchmaking results.

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FEELING SMALL AND STANDING UP

 

When your inner lion is roaring, it’s easy to stand up for what you think is right. Something triggers you emotionally or physically or spiritually, and that lion bares its teeth and is ready to rumble.

But when you are feeling small and insignificant, vulnerable, it’s hard to remember you even have an inner lion, much less to summon it to do battle–no matter how just the war. 

Isn’t it odd that it is often when we feel the least prepared and able to stand up for what’s right is when we’re called upon to do so? Doesn’t it seem as if there’s a hidden switch that is flipped at the worst possible times, where we’re called on to not only act but to appear in full armor because the testing is so intense?

This has been on my mind a great deal lately, largely to some research I’ve been doing on the number of Christians who are being murdered and persecuted, like in the massacre that occurred on Easter Sunday. For Christians, Easter is the ultimate celebration. Our Lord Jesus Christ conquered death and hell and rose. It’s breathtaking when you think about it. Humbling when you evaluate it. And yet on that Easter morning, hundreds were deprived of worshiping and of their lives.

Adding insult to injury, the media referred to the victims as “Easter Worshipers” rather than Christians. The intentional delivery by so many proved intent, and that this was no coincidence. The deflection was deliberate: a concentrated effort to lessen the disturbance to Christians for fear they would do something. For fear they would stand up.

While Christians have been slumbering–and by that, I mean, staying busy minding their own business and living their lives–Christians have become the most persecuted segment of society globally. Think about that for a second. Murder is wrong and we all know it. But so is the disparity in the public conversation about it.

A short time before the Easter massacre, forty-five Muslims were massacred in a mosque. The media covered it for a week. Laws were changed. Lives rearranged. On Easter, over 350 Christians were massacred in a church and hundreds more were injured and the media glossed over the event and moved on the day after the event, avoiding a disclosure, with rare exceptions, that the victims were Christians.

The event itself had its intended effect. Christians felt small, were made by omission to feel insignificant and small. Inconsequential. But many stood up. They summoned their inner lions and proved they might be vulnerable, they might be afraid, but they would stand. They would not be discounted or swept under a proverbial rug and dismissed. 

They attended church and sunrise services. They raised their voices in public forums. They worshiped and prayed and contacted their representatives to voice their objections to the treatment of Christians occurring and insisted that the relevant issues be addressed. 

Constitutionally, our rights are endowed by our Creator. But it is up to us to keep those rights intact. We have slumbered for decades and erosion has occurred. Now things are at a point where we must choose. Shall we continue to slumber, or stand up…even if we feel small?

Something that repeats in my mind a great deal on this is what Jesus said in Matthew 18:20: “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.”

We are a majority. It’s time we awaken and recall it. And tall or small, it’s…

Time we stand up.

 

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NORA’S REVIEW OF: The Delusion

 

 

 

The Delusion

By Laura Gallier

Published by Tyndale

ISBN#978-1-4964-2236-1

 

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Nora’s Review:

Okay, Confession time. I’m chicken little when it comes to seeing scary movies and books. I would have never chosen to read a book with such a creepy cover. I was sent this book by the publisher. Since this novel was written for a YA audience I thought I’d peek inside. I read the first page then the next. It wasn’t too graphic so I kept going. Kind of reminded me of Frank Peretti’s novels that rocked my world. This author did the same. She gives readers a whole new perspective on the spiritual battle for our souls in this debut fiction novel; she lifts the veil to reveal the chains that bind us. I was startled when Owen sees them on his mom. The shackles were heavy. Owen saw how they were personalized. No two the same.

Owen’s high school is plagued with a string of suicides; twelve to be exact. Owen and the other students can’t believe this is happening. Desperate for answers Owen runs into a man who claims someone is plotting these suicides. Owen thinks this guys lost it but he follows him anyway.

Owen is led to believe that if he drinks from this old well the man will give him the answers he seeks. After he drinks the man disappears. Owen’s world is shaken – he starts to feel sick. He can’t believe the scary images he sees around him. He says, “I was trapped in a demented universe- a real-life zombie apocalypse undetected by everyone but me….I didn’t know if it was real or imagined, and I couldn’t decide which was worse.”

As Owen gets about town, he realizes there is a heavy concentration of creepers at his school and not anywhere else. He feels trapped until he spots a girl at school who has no chains. She actually glows with a radiant light. He wants to talk to her about why she has no chains. But she couldn’t see things the way he does. For now, he’d quietly enjoys watching the power she had over the darkness. He thinks, “I got a kick out of watching creepers scatter like cockroaches scurrying from a spotlight to avoid crossing paths with my new prom date. Thin and fragile as she was in the material world, in the alternate dimension, Ray Anne was like a Jedi.”

This book will help readers see into the darkness and get a glimpse at the ways we might speak things into existence. At the same time, the author shows that there is power in the word of God. As it says in Hebrews 4:12 (NIV) “For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.”

This book is being made into a movie. The trailer I watched takes place right after Owen drinks from the old well. He rushes home to tell his mom everything that’s going on with him and stops everything when she enters his room. He’s freaking out at how she looks. His mom gets upset with him about his behavior. She thinks he’s on drugs. Owen realizes the dog barks because can see the same things he does. I’m glad the trailer was short. I couldn’t watch any more. I’m thankful for the book; no way am I brave enough to watch this movie on the big screen. Watch the trailer if you dare! Either way, the book is a must read. I look forward to reading more by this author.

ABOUT AUTHOR LAURA GALLIER.  She says –  “Hi ya’ll! Now you know I’m from Texas, but you may not know that I’m an author and speaker who recently took a leap out of the non-fiction world to write my first novel, THE DELUSION.

I discourage you from reading this book – that is until you’re ready to consider the haunting real-life implications and you’re prepared to start a book you’ll feel the need to finish in one sitting.  A quick glance at the book reviews and you’ll see, people find it nearly impossible to put down and even harder to put out of their minds.

Plans are well underway to bring THE DELUSION to the big screen! Be sure and watch the teaser video posted on YouTube (http://youtu.be/KYsDGhHoVF8).”

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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Is It Fall Yet?

I love the fall. I know we are not quite there yet, but we’re getting so close, I can almost smell it. Although you wouldn’t know it by the temperature. I live in Florida and it’s still in the 90s here.

But I am still looking forward to the fall. I always feel that autumn is the time for new beginnings. I imagine the majority of people would say that spring is the season for new beginnings. I can see their point, with new growth on trees, flowers blooming, and birds chirping. But for me, it’s the fall that inspires change.

Perhaps living in Florida has a lot to do with it. The heat does make me feel very sluggish. So when the temperatures finally give us a little break, I feel as though I can breathe again.

So I already have plans on how I want to map out my fall. Last November I held a Gratitude Challenge on my website and social media pages. The participants and I walked through my book Every Day is a Gift, which talks about … yes, you guessed it – Gratitude. It was a big hit, and inspired me to do something similar this fall. During the month of September I am going to hold a Redeemed Challenge on my website and social media pages. This time the participants and I will walk through my book You Are Redeemed which talks about our true identity in Jesus.

I will also be publishing another book over the next few weeks. It is in my editor’s hands, as we speak. (Ok so we are not really speaking, but you get the idea!) I will give you the scoop on the new book soon.

This fall I also hope to catch up on my ever-growing reading list. I have quite a few books I have been itching to dig into. I am sure you know what I mean!

But mainly this fall, my hope is to slow down and savor my time. In the fall I like to do what I call soul harvesting. It’s the perfect time to reflect on what your year has looked like, and what changes God may be prompting you to make in the coming year. For me personally, I have been putting extra time towards my new book over the last several months. So I know I need to give my soul a bit of breathing room. The fall is the perfect time to sit with the Lord and just listen to the things He would like to share. My hope is that I can do just that. Unfortunately I tend to get in my own way sometimes by overfilling my plate. But I am really going to try not to sabotage myself!

So what about you? What will your fall look like? Are you planning any downtime? Or do you have your schedule all mapped out? I’d love to hear!

(Photo by Goran Kolacko.)

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Watch What You Bring Home (by Hannah Alexander

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Last week we were exploring the mountains with some friends when Connie wanted me to stop so she could take a picture. She saw a bloom she loved so much–purple and fluffy–that she wanted a plant just like it and asked if there was a shovel we could use to dig it up.

I kept trying to see what flower, exactly, she was talking about, because I’d seen a lot of blooming weeds but no pretty purple flower. I backed the car until she saw the bloom and took a picture. She was right. It was pretty. And I’d seen even prettier blooms than this one, purple and glorious. But it was a thistle. A weed. Now, I know milk thistle has healing properties, but we also know that a thistle is a cursed plant from the beginning of time.

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But we were in a beautiful valley that none of us had ever seen before, and naturally we expected to see only the beauty that day. In fact, the valley was so beautiful I’m going to include it in my Wyoming novel series.

But I won’t include the thistles.

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Purple Thistle

Connie not only rejected the plant, but she also rejected the pictures of the plant, so Mel and I went back out yesterday to find more for pictures. We found plenty. That’s because once you’ve got thistle in a place, it will spread. If Connie had brought a small plant of pretty thistles home with her and planted it in her desert landscaping, in time those thistles might have overtaken everything. It’s what weeds do.

There are beautiful things in this world that are not good for us. There are animals that are beautiful but dangerous. They might look cuddly and cute, but wild animals are just that–wild. And dangerous.

There are people in this world who are beautiful or charismatic or who promise great fun, and you might be so impressed that you just want to befriend them, attach to them hoping their beauty or effervescence will rub off on you. But you might want to take a closer look, do a little more research, even ask trusted friends before you make any kind of  gesture toward these new people. I’m not saying not to make new friends–we’ve certainly made plenty of new friends–but just like thistles, some people can be bright and beautiful and you want to take them home with you, but beware. Thistles can choke out the good plants. Beautiful people with bad motives or ungodly behavior can choke out the good you see in them, and choke out the good in you if you give them a foothold.

These beautiful people, fun though they might be, need your prayers and compassion, but you need not allow them to drag you off the path you walk with God. Beauty can be so enticing. Look past appearance. Even Satan can appear as an angel of light.

 

 

 

 

 

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