The Gift of Freedom by Nancy J. Farrier

I have a new release this month, a novella set in 1830’s California, Alta California. At the time Alta California was still Mexico. The Ranchero’s Gift, is part of my Land of Promise series, comes between Bandolero(Book 1)and The Ranchero’s Love(Book 2). Many people ask where an author gets the idea for a book, so I thought I would share my inspiration for The Ranchero’s Gift.

My husband and I were visiting our daughters’ church one Sunday morning. The Pastor had a conversational speaking style and sat on a stool in front of the congregation. I always enjoyed his messages, but this one struck a chord with me.

As he spoke, he related a story I hadn’t heard before. He talked about Abraham Lincoln purchasing a slave woman at an auction. As Abraham Lincoln walked away with the woman he just bought, he turned to her and told her she was free—he was giving her freedom. 

The woman was startled, not expecting this and asked if she was free to go anywhere, do anything and say what she wanted. Lincoln told her that would be true, she could do whatever she wanted. Her response was to say that she wanted to go with him because he gave her freedom.

An astounding story, but the Pastor followed the opening story by talking about Jesus paying the price for us and then giving us our freedom. Jesus doesn’t demand that we love Him, or that we follow Him. He gives us the freedom to choose what we want to do. I understood what the newly freed woman meant when she wanted to follow the person who took away her bonds.

I had trouble focusing on the rest of the message that morning. I couldn’t quit thinking about being granted freedom in similar circumstances and what a person—particularly a woman—would do. How would you react to this unexplainable gift?

I also remembered being a young Christian and feeling the need to “pay God back” for all He’d done for me. Every time I did a service for Christ, I lifted it up as a payment. As if I could do anything to repay Christ for His gift. Plus, the attempt to pay Him, meant His sacrifice was no longer a gift. God taught me a hard lesson about gifts, one I’ve never forgotten. I decided to explore that theme as well.

Thus, was born the story of Maya and Yaniv in The Ranchero’s Gift.What happens when a young woman is sold and then given her freedom? I hope readers enjoy the story, but even more I hope the character’s struggles help the reader think about the gift they’ve been given and what they are doing with that gift. 

What do you choose to do with the gift Jesus has given you?

“For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God…”Eph. 2:8

“Stand fast therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free, and do not be entangled again with a yoke of bondage.” Gal. 5:1

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Blue Moon Rose

As I have mentioned before, my husband has a green thumb. Last week I talked about the vegetable garden and fruit trees in our yard. But my husband also likes other trees, flowers, etc. The only thing he doesn’t like as much are bushes, but that is mainly because he thinks snakes could be hiding underneath. So he usually tries to keep the lower branches of the bushes trimmed.

One of my husband’s favorite things to grow are roses. We have several rose bushes in our yard. He might get this from his late mother, as I remember that she enjoyed getting new roses to root.

Some of the roses we have in our yard, we ordered through a catalog. There is one in particular that my husband was especially interested in planting. It is called a Blue Moon rose. The only problem is that it is not blue. Rather it is more on the pink or lavender side.

This prompted a conversation between my husband and me. “People” named this rose blue moon, even though it is not blue. And I don’t know where moon comes into the picture. I guess in general, it does have a nice name. It just doesn’t really fit.

The following day after my husband and I talked about the not-so-blue rose, we were talking about going to the grocery store for fruit. One of the things my husband wanted was grapes. And again the name issue came up. He said that the grapes he wanted were the green ones, but people usually referred to them as white grapes. Again this name came from “people.”

And the same is true for us. People will call us a lot of things. Some of the things they call us might be hurtful or they might make us feel good. Some things they call us might be accurate or they might be way off base. It can be easy to let other people’s words affect us. Hurtful words will bring us down, and nice words will give us a boost.

But what’s important to remember, especially as Christians, is to compare everything to truth. Truth comes from God, What Jesus did for us, and what the Bible says. Who does God say you are? Who are you in Jesus? And what truth can be found in the Bible? Whether the things said about us are good or bad, it is always best to bring them back to truth.

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A Real Superwoman Sits Down by Julie Arduini

When I was in my twenties, it was nothing for me to run around work and finish all my goals in a short time. It was fairly easy, despite severe PCOS, to manage a new home as a newlywed. I remember unpacking and having the entire house set up before a surgery to alleviate the pain I was having.

When I received a compliment, it was worth the time. The pace. The stress I forced on myself and inflicted on others. My method received enough encouragement that I lived on that routine for years. Through my season working out of the home. Having children. Raising children. Dealing with chronic issues that affected our daughter. Losing my father. Moving away from our entire family, friends, and church. Living in a new state. Learning how to obtain services for our child. Managing menopause at 37. Healing from a hystectomy at 38. Dealing with teens. Losing in-laws. Surviving child heartbreak. Balancing crazy hormones. Writing. Books. Marketing books.

It worked until 2016 when my hormones decided to go crazy. Thing is, I knew the stress I was putting myself through and knew my body was rebelling. But as long as I could put a bandaid on it all, I went right back to the circus called my life.

Until February of this year. It started as a sinus infection and bronchitis. It took three or four antibiotics and a steroid to clear it out. Through that sickness and beyond it, I was more than tired. I was exhausted. My goals went from several categories and steps per day to getting our daughter off to school and home. Bonus if I cooked a dinner that wasn’t chicken patties and fries. I needed not just a power nap, but naps. When I stood, I felt dizzy. I had periodic heart palpitations. I was up every hour on the hour. It was the craziest thing.

I visited with my endocrinologist and although I don’t have all the answers yet, I learned enough to find direction and discover quite a bit about myself.

Our bodies are so sensitive. And I was pushing my adrenals way, way, way too hard. I’m working on improving that, and in doing so, I’ve been forced to accept a truth that’s been there all along.

Real Superwomen (or men) sit down. Years ago I found enough healing in Christ to stop doing things just for approval. However, as a wife, mom, author, volunteer, I kept taking on and doing, doing, doing. When my body made it clear I wasn’t drinking enough water or sleep, I pushed through. I’ve been paying the price.

Although I’m still in learning mode, beyond the supplements and medical side of things, I’m delegating more. Often I would take on more than I needed because I’d work faster or in my opinion, accomplished things better. My husband would offer to help and I’d decline knowing he worked all day. Well, I worked as well, but in different ways. If he’s offering, I’m learning to take him up on it. I’m blessed that I make my own schedule, so if I have a heavy day full of appointments or errands, I’m trying to not schedule anything the next day that I HAVE to do. Sure, I usually write or work on marketing, but I don’t add all the laundry, mowing, ministry work and staying up late to watch a movie with my husband. I’ve said no to ministry efforts that I know have enough help, or left early when I knew they’d be fine without early.

Will I always have to make these choices? Maybe not with such specific detail, but I think a lot of changes I’m making need to be my lifestyle. I thought I’d feel “less than” doing these things. Guess what? I feel brave for speaking up. Wise for finally stopping that recumbent bike ride when the timer goes off even though the inspiring music is still playing.

If you can relate to anything I’m saying and still feel guilty for even thinking about pulling back and making healthy adjustments, there’s no greater example to look to than Jesus. He retreated to the mountains away from the crowds to talk to His dad. Re-focus. Rest. He knew not to push, push, work, work, go, go and He’s Jesus. If Jesus needed to pull back, why wouldn’t you?

I hope as summer winds down and a new school year starts, you take some time apart with your Heavenly Father and ask Him what changes you might need to make. Don’t be afraid if He has answers. Feel brave for obeying. Sadly, few do. You’ve got this because God’s got YOU.

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RESPECT! (By Hannah Alexander)

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Most of us who keep up with news might have seen a report about a nine-year-old child being butted into the air by a bison in Yellowstone recently. I saw the footage and was horrified. But I saw how close the crowd was to that bison. Unfortunately, the adults ran away and the bison went for the closest person. That bison was not shown nearly enough respect.

When I say respect I mean you need to do it with fear and trembling, and give the wild animal a wide berth. See the moose above? He’s a big guy. He can cause a lot of damage. As much damage, as the bison. Or worse. If you ever see a mama moose with her baby, you don’t want to be anywhere around, because she will stomp the stuffing out of you.

If you go to Yellowstone this year, or any other place with wild animals meandering through it, please understand that these are, indeed, wild animals. As in, they are protective of their food, their young, their very lives, and you are the intruder.

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Mel took a picture of this guy as he was getting nervous. There was a crowd hovering at the road a couple hundred feet from him, which to me was a little too close, but two women decided to get closer. They’d run a little farther, take a picture, then get even farther from the crowd, closer to the moose, until he raised his big head and glared at them and shook his mighty head. Even THAT didn’t deter them. I never heard about a bull moose attack in Yellowstone that day, but there could well have been. A moose is a wild animal.

Mel and I had just driven down into the edge of Yellowstone for a hike, and though it was a thrill to see this bull moose, we didn’t stick around. We also didn’t do much hiking in Yellowstone because of all the bear warnings–grizzly attacks. I love animals but not enough to risk getting mauled by a grizzly.

Last week we drove south into the mountains and went hiking. When we got back into the car Mel said something surprising–something he’d never said before. “I have this strong feeling that we’re going to see something picture-worthy on our way back home.” So he kept his camera out and I kept watch.

Sure enough, I caught sight of this pretty gal in the tree line beside the road.

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Mel took this picture from the car. Granted, it was not a good place to stop, but traffic was almost nonexistent, and we weren’t about to find a place to park and come back for a picture by foot. That’s because a moose, like a grizzly or a lion or a wolf, is a wild animal and doesn’t know we’re just taking pictures. She might have thought we were stalking her in some way. Or she might have thought we were after her food or her baby. We have to respect the wild.

Fear and respect can mean the same thing. Take the Bible, for instance. If you’ve read  The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, you’ve seen that Mr. Beaver tells the children that Aslan is not a safe lion. In other words, our Lord is not a pet. He is Lord of the universe, and we do not control Him. He controls us. We owe him more than the respect or fear we would show to a grizzly or a moose we would see in Yellowstone or out on one of our hiking trails. We owe Him total honor, total respect, total love, our total lives.

Unlike with these animals in the picture, we can draw close to Him, but we must know that if we attempt to treat Him with disrespect, with dishonor, without love, then we are taking ourselves out of His realm of protection. And that is not safe or wise in any way. Don’t forget who the enemy is. We need to be in right relationship with our God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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United We Stand by Vicki Hinze

United We Stand, America Stands with the Fallen, Vicki Hinze, Christians Read

Let today be the day that Americans stand united for the Fallen and against violence and hatred in all its forms.

 

It begins with one.  One person.  One action.  One voice.

Let it begin today with each of us.

United We Stand.

 

 

 

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NORA’S REVIEW OF: American Omens

 

 

Nora St Laurent, Christians Read, American Omens, Travis ThrasherAmerican Omens

By Travis Thrasher

Published by: Multnomah

Release Date: February 12, 2019

ISBN# 978-0735291785

352 Pages

 

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TYPE OF BOOK:  Prophecy, Science Fiction, Mystery, Suspense, Drama, Futuristic, Christian Fiction

 

ABOUT THE BOOK:  This taut thriller depicts a future where belief is dangerous, faith is deemed hatred, and a group of powerful elites keep watch. The Reckoner has come to wake up America.

The year is 2038 and Cheyenne Burne is a brilliant young programmer working for Acatour, the world’s top technology firm. Her father converts to Christianity, and he suddenly disappears without a trace. When a stranger hands Cheyenne a coded message that sends her on a collision course with a clandestine group of believers, she must put her life in the hands of those following a man known only as the Reckoner. He claims he wants to bring back true faith in Christ to America and also reveal the forces behind the disappearances of the many renowned people who publicly declared their Christian faith.

Operating in the shadows and living off the grid, this mysterious prophet assembles a ragtag team–including a former bookseller whose store was shut down for selling prohibited books–to help him take the battle for transparency to the top. With a ruthless FBI agent closing in, can Cheyenne and the others expose the truth and lead a return to God in America before it’s too late?

 

NORA’S REVIEW:  I couldn’t put this thrilling, haunting, suspenseful, fast-paced, thought-provoking novel down. Its kind of like the of movie I Robotwith Will Smith. It also had the feel of the movies Enemy of the Stateand Mission Impossibleall rolled into one wild ride I’m still thinking about.

 

The I Robot aspect of the story was the robot technology; how the cars drive themselves and the robots can help you and are with you all the time. They are called “partners” in this story.

 

TheMission Impossible feel was the fact that the Reckoner has asked this group to do something unheard of; which to them is an impossible mission to accomplish. Just like the Mission impossible movies the author reveals some of the plan to the audience but not the whole thing until the plan is put into action and is played out on the screen.

 

Then finally the Enemy of the State aspect of the novel. The whole country is up in arms about Christians – they are wiping out any mention of God. Many Christians have mysteriously disappeared and suspected dead soon after their declaration of faith.  They’ve become an Enemy of not just the State but of the world.

 

The first character the reader meets is Dowland whose great at his job. He wipes out assigned targets. He’s on his last mission. He’s to kill the Reckoner. The Reckoner who tells people God is real. Everyone knows that isn’t true. But part of him wonders as he reads a piece of paper found at his latest victim’s house, “Abraham approached God and said, “Will you sweep away both the righteous and the wicked?” Gen 18:23. Memories of his grandmother and her faith come to mind. He pushes them away and presses onto his next mission, which is interrogating Christians; wiping out them out systematically to find their leader, the Reckoner.

 

The next character introduced is Cheyenne Burne. She’s a program specialist for Acatour. She helped put technology in people’s heads. The year is 2038, many Christians have gone missing presumed dead. Her father was one of them. He became a Christian and then disappeared without a trace, not even a note good-bye.

 

Then she hears a message in her head, …” This is your wake-up call, Cheyenne. You’ve been sleeping your whole life, dreaming those dreams. The alarm clock is about to go off, and there won’t be anyway to press the snooze button…. Do not over think and analyze the situation you’re about to encounter—Just act and don’t react. Deal with the road in front of you and the door that’s about to open.”

 

She no sooner finishes listening to this message when things start to explode. She finds herself heading thru a door she didn’t know existed. Now she’s on the run for her life.

 

The last character readers are introduced to is Will Stewart, former book store owner. After 10 years in business his dream store has closed. He knew he wouldn’t get rich, but his goal was to connect with a community of fellow believers.

 

Will struggles…” Believing wasn’t the issue, nor was knowing the truth. It was following and obeying and getting with the program and not having this awful uncertainty running through his system day and night.” …” Why can’t I be like the rest of them? Not worrying about God and not feeling guilty for not being strong enough? Not carrying this load of fear and brokenness around while also hurting for all those how are so deluded, so far gone?”

 

He ponders as a customer shares with him, “Our souls are assaulted daily, and yet we are all so passive, acting as if the bombs didn’t just destroy the home around us and refusing to arm ourselves and go into battle. We are pacifists, not because of some strong belief to be so, but because we don’t have strong beliefs in the first place.”

 

You’ll be burning the mid-night oil with this story that will rock your world and as you can’t stop thinking about these characters and their struggle in a whole new light. It’s chilling! I highly recommend this novel as an amazing read and one that would work well for book club as there is so much to talk about. This book is a keeper and a must read!

 

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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You Reap What You Sow

My husband enjoys keeping a vegetable garden. Twice a year he will till up the dirt and then carefully place various seeds and plants in that dirt. Before too long, we will begin to see vegetables begin to grow. Some of the things my husband plants include cucumbers, squash, potatoes, turnip greens, collard greens, green beans, peas, tomatoes, bell peppers, broccoli, cabbage, and so on.

We also have several fruit trees, citrus trees, and grapes. All of this is thanks to my husband’s hard work. He has the green thumb in our family!

As the saying goes, you reap what you sow. The Bible even references this in numerous verses across the Old and New Testaments. One example is in Galatians 6. I am using the New Living Translation here, so it’s worded a little differently. Verse 7 says, “You will always harvest what you plant.”

This is something important to remember in general, not just as it pertains to gardening:

  • If we sow seeds of negativity, we will reap negativity. On the flip side, if we plant positivity, we will harvest positivity.
  • If we sow seeds of judgement, we will reap judgment. However if we plant empathy, we will harvest empathy.
  • If we sow seeds of hate, discord, and anger, then we will reap hate, discord, and anger. On the other hand, if we plant love, harmony, and peace, then we will harvest love, harmony, and peace.
  • Those who spend money foolishly, will suffer the consequences. But if they are good stewards of their money, they will reap the reward.
  • If someone continually eats poorly and doesn’t exercise, in time they could see negativity effects in their health. But if someone makes a habit of eating nutritious foods and staying active, then their body will be better off in the long run.
  • If someone plays video games all day, every day, they cannot expect to have a productive life. But if they set goals and work diligently, then they will benefit in the years to come.

Keeping this truth tucked in our hearts will help us make better decisions. It will prompt us to be more responsible. And it will nudge us to spread the love of Jesus wherever we go.

But let’s look at this from a different angle. You wouldn’t plant cucumber seeds and expect to produce apples. And you wouldn’t scream at someone and expect them to answer you calmly. It seems pretty straightforward and logical, right?

Well, actually, there might be times when you reap something that you didn’t know you sowed. A few years ago when my husband’s squash seeds began to harvest, a tall sunflower had grown in the midst of the squash. The only logical explanation is that a sunflower seed had accidentally gotten mixed in with the squash seeds.

Could we accidentally be sowing the wrong seeds in life as well? Maybe we snap at someone and we don’t realize that our words came out harshly. Or perhaps we feed our souls garbage, but we don’t realize it’s wrong because that is what the rest of the world is doing.

It helps to be intentional about what we sow. And it starts by surrounding ourselves with the right nutrients. My husband often gets the dirt tested to see if it is lacking any nutrients. Then he will purchase appropriate fertilizer to nourish the ground.

Likewise we can feed ourselves the best nutrients. For example, fellowshipping with other Christians will help us grow good fruit. Earlier I mentioned Galatians 6. If we backup to the beginning of that chapter, in verses 1-3, Paul says, “Dear brothers and sisters, if another believer is overcome by some sin, you who are godly should gently and humbly help that person back onto the right path. And be careful not to fall into the same temptation yourself. Share each other’s burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ. If you think you are too important to help someone, you are only fooling yourself. You are not that important.”

We should all have some “safe” friends who can gently nudge us when they see that we made a mistake. And in turn, we should be able to do the same for them.

But most importantly, we should also make sure Jesus is our main source of water and nutrition. When we feed ourselves wholesome things, we will have better discernment between right and wrong. Jesus said in John 15:5-8, “Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing. Anyone who does not remain in me is thrown away like a useless branch and withers. Such branches are gathered into a pile to be burned. But if you remain in me and my words remain in you, you may ask for anything you want, and it will be granted! When you produce much fruit, you are my true disciples. This brings great glory to my Father.”

In other words, it is essential for our own well-being and growth that we stay grounded in the Lord. When we do, we will sow and reap the best in life!

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Letting Go

Nothing good is likely to come from a conversation that starts with the other person calling me “immature, stupid, and ignorant.”

Yet this was what G. alleged when he contacted me by email a little while ago. G. was responding to notes that someone else had written about a private phone conversation I had apparently had over twenty-five years ago. I do not remember having that conversation, although I do remember the context and have no reason to doubt his assertion that the conversation took place.

The context was that something truly evil and horrendous had been done to someone whom G. loved. He was contacting me now, twenty-five years later, to express his anger that in that phone conversation I had not expressed sufficient outrage at what had been done. On the basis of that phone conversation, he concluded that everything I had written in my long career was garbage—and that I likely was as well.

From what I do recall, I suspect that my informal comments back then were based on a very limited knowledge of the situation—the full details of what had happened were not yet known. I had not been involved in the situation except as a very peripheral observer, and in the phone conversation, when I was asked, I shared what little I knew.

But none of that mattered to G. Nothing good came from my email conversation with him. He was unwilling to listen to anything I had to say. He just wanted to vent his anger, and I was a fresh target he could attack. After a couple of attempts, I concluded that it would be best to just let the matter drop.

What struck me in my interaction with G. was that for him what had happened was just as fresh as when it had happened over twenty-five years earlier. He was still lashing out against anyone anywhere near the situation. He was still trying to resolve something that had been done by someone who might be dead by now. He was stuck in the past.

I could have told G. to let go and move on. That was likely a message he needed to hear. But I didn’t have the authority to do that. I wasn’t the one who had experienced something truly evil and horrible, and I didn’t feel I had the right to offer advice on something so far out of my own experience.

But I have a friend who can speak with authority on the subject. Wilma Derksen’s daughter was brutally murdered many years ago. A couple of years ago, Wilma wrote a book called The Way of Letting Go: One Woman’s Walk toward Forgiveness (2017). In it, she says that if we hold on to anger and hurt, it will destroy us. We need to forgive and let go. Letting go does not deny the horror of evil deeds, but it does allow us to move on and live feely. That understanding did not come easily to her. And it will not come easily to G. But it is a message that many of us need to hear.

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Letting our babies go…

No matter how far I get in my writing career, the hardest part is always letting your baby go.  Allowing someone to read and interact with what you’ve written.  They might tell you that your baby is ugly.  Or your baby is unworthy and should go back into the dark places in the back of your drawer.  How terrifying that is to be bold and put your work out there for others to criticize.

When you’re seeking publication, agents and editors might tell you that your baby is ugly.  But when you’re published, ANYONE can say publicly how ugly your baby is and describe his flaws in detail.  This is the one thing I’ve discovered about writing and taking criticism:

If I BElIEVE in what I’m writing?  I couldn’t care less about what someone has to say about it.  I know why I wrote it.  You can assign ugly motive to me all you like, but that’s not why I wrote it.  And I know the truth. My motive was from a good place.  Was this person’s review?  Or was it just to criticize? I think this is a good lesson to take in life.  Does this person giving me feedback genuinely care about me?  Or do they have some other motive?

Over the years I’ve had a lot of people tell me THEIR version of Christianity should be mine.  Once I had a book cover where the heroine had a tank top on.  I was told that I was promoting promiscuity and I should never seek to call myself a Christian.  Okay, sure.  (At the time, I had NO say in covers either.)

It’s ironic that later my book on late-in-life virginity (What a Girl Wants) got purchased by a Christian singer who wanted to do a movie on that life choice.  The movie never got made, but you can see how people can read extremes into your words that aren’t there.  That’s because we all come to books with baggage. Our own baggage and backgrounds and it colors what we read and how we see the world.

No writer is for everyone.  I’m certainly not.  I’m for people who live a Christian life surrounded by atheists.  That’s my truth. That’s what is in my books.

All this to say, what people say about you has little to do with you.  Let them have their opinions.  It has no bearing on you.  Although once I did let my baby soar and he ended up in the Middle East.  He sent me this picture along with the words, “I’m fine, Mom.”  The last picture he sent me with those words, he was hanging out of an airplane over Okinawa.  On second thought, maybe we should put a leash on our babies…

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A Writer’s Getaway by Tara Randel

I just got in last night from New York City after attending the Romance Writers of America annual conference. This is always such a great time to visit with writer friends, meet with my editor and agent, and sit in on workshops. It’s a whirlwind couple of days, but so worth it. As authors, its very easy to get caught up in the imaginary worlds we create, so going away is a wonderful way to recharge and reset.

This year, I traveled with a friend. Before hand, we made a list of the places we wanted to see while in New York. We hit every place, but today I wanted to focus on two literary locations we enjoyed every much.

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First, we went to the Morgan Library and Museum. In 1924 J. P. Morgan, Jr. gave his father’s library to the public. The most influential financier in this country’s history, John Pierpont Morgan was also a voracious collector. He collected art objects in virtually every medium, including the rare books, manuscripts, drawings, prints, and ancient artifacts that are the core of library. Morgan decided to build the library next to his brownstone at the corner of Madison Avenue and 36th Street. It’s a beautiful place to see books that are truly works of art. What an incredible library, as you’ll see in the pictures.

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After visiting the museum, our next stop was the Algonquin Hotel, the gathering place of Dorothy Parker and her notorious group of writer friends. In the early 1900’s, the hotel became the site of the daily meetings of the Algonquin Round Table group of journalists, authors, publicists and actors who gathered in the main dining room.

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We had dinner right beside the original table where the creative people met. Above the table is a painting of the group who met there.

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All in all, it was an amazing trip. Now I have to get back to work and real life, but last week we created lasting memories that may, or may not, end up in a book.

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, TRUSTING HER HEART, available August 2019.  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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The Great Smoky Mountains

My husband and I consider the mountains our home away from home. We try to visit the area at least once a year. Our favorite spot in particular is Cades Cove in Tennessee. There is always a lot of wildlife that we see there. So I wanted to share with you some pictures from our trip earlier this month. We took around 2,000 pictures and it was difficult narrowing them down. But here are some of the best shots of wildlife in particular.

Our favorite animal we look for are the black bears. Here is a mom who had two cubs.

We also saw another mom with three cubs. But we were not able to get all four of them in the same picture. Here is mom and one of the cubs.

We also enjoying seeing the deer.

Here are two different (but not great unfortunately) shots of a mom and baby deer. The baby still had wobbly legs.

We also see a lot of turkeys. Here are only a couple of the many pictures we captured of them. The first one is a mom and baby.

The horses in Cades Cove are not wild. They are used for horseback rides and carriage rides.

We also saw elk on our trip. This was not in Cades Cove though. This was close to Cherokee, NC.

I hope you enjoyed seeing these pictures, as much my husband and I enjoyed taking them!

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But I Want to Hover by Julie Arduini

As I meet with moms who are a bit ahead of me in the parenting journey, they confess that like me, the hardest seasons weren’t the baby/toddler/preK years. No, they were the times the kids were bullied. Or, when they took the car keys and headed out for the first time. Or 100th. The first dating break-up. The first college paper that had them in tears.

I’ve blogged about it before, but the heartbreak our teen and young adult kids have walked through emotionally did me in for a time. The blows they endured gave me a self-made wall I erected in hopes I’d never grieve for them again. Honestly? I wanted to erect a real wall for them so they would be protected.

Recently, both had new opportunities. One was a relationship. A new start after a very rough break-up that left all of us jaded. The other was a social situation that took them out of the comfort zone and possibly put them in path of temptation and peer pressure.

My stomach felt a constant clench. I didn’t want these things to move forward. Neither showed direct danger, but because we’d experienced heartbreak before, I didn’t want anyone to try. Let’s stay home. Every day. Do nothing. With Others.

I knew fear skirted inside my wounded heart and planned to take residence. The hard part? I didn’t feel an urgency to evict. I wanted to hover, even though fear ruled, not faith.

Looking for Biblical inspiration, Mary, Mother of Jesus, of course comes to mind. What if she was presented with the birth plan for the Savior of the world and politely said, “No, thanks.” Where would we be? Where would I be?

I also thought of Miriam and Moses mom. What faith she must have had. With her son in danger, she placed him in a basket and put him in the water. I know the many thoughts that would have crossed my mind, and I don’t think many would have been full of faith. Would he drown? Would animals get to him? Would the plan backfire? I imagine I’d be concocting all kinds of plans where I keep my son and he stays safe.

But that kind of thinking, as loving as it sounds, stunts growth. And in Moses case, would have cost him his life.

Parents like the one I’m tempted to be are often called helicopter parents and I’ve yet to see anyone hover close to a helicopter and not get hurt. I do no favors to my loved ones when I keep them so close they never break free from my grip. I’ve seen the effects of that, and it only breeds fear in the child/ren.

Right now as I type, I’m not close location wise to the kids. I can’t see who they are with or what they are doing. Worse yet, what others are doing to them. It can be mind numbing if I allow it.

Again, the Bible is my guide. Proverbs is that reliable book that helps me in the daily ins and outs as a wife and mom. Here’s what I’m choosing:

My son, do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart, for they will prolong your life many years and bring you peace and prosperity. Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man. Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the LORD and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones. Honor the LORD with your wealth, with the firstfruits of all your crops; then your barns will be filled to overflowing, and your vats will brim over with new wine. My son, do not despise the LORD’s discipline, and do not resent his rebuke, because the LORD disciplines those he loves, as a father the son he delights in. Proverbs 3:1-12, NIV

Those verses remind me I’ve poured all the wisdom and discernment God’s given me into the kids. Hovering isn’t the same as establishing boundaries or protecting them in the face of danger. I had to trust God with everything. Including the children God’s entrusted to us.

I know I’ve written on the fear theme quite a bit this year. It’s not just my journey, but there’s someone out there reading now who is struggling. Maybe it’s not as a parent, but as a child with an aging parent. Perhaps you’re questioning your career or financial future? I don’t know in what area fear is slinking around trying to find an in, but you have every right to kick the true defeated one out. I know I am.

How about you?

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A Most Unusual Phrase (by Hannah Alexander)

You might not believe this, but last Friday I heard this sentence in everyday language: “Thank you for the red tape!” We all laughed with our friend, Charles, when he said it, but we truly were thankful for the red tape that day. But ours wasn’t just ANY red tape.

Charles also happens to be our pastor in a growing house church. Friday he led us (not the whole church, just his wife and Mel and me) on a merry trail. We never quite got lost, but it was close a few times. He had a GPS, but none of us knew how to use that. So he also had a map. On that map he had seen evidence of some beaver ponds and he considered it a personal challenge to find those ponds.

 

 

This is what we waded through to get there. The grass was as deep as our thighs at times, so we followed his footsteps very carefully. Honestly, it was fun. I do like my adrenaline rushes. I would never have done this in Missouri in the middle of summer. The mountains, however, are a whole different story. No rattlesnakes, few ticks so far, no chiggers. There’s just something wild and exciting and fun about  exploring  the  unknown.  Especially  when  someone  else is  leading  and  we  can  blame  him  if  we  get  lost.

This experience brought to my mind how, in our church, we do tend to hold our leaders up to a higher standard. The Bible says that’s normal. The leaders also share the heavier load of blame if they get off course and get us lost.

But we literally had red tape in the trunk of the ATV. It was duct tape. Why it was there, I don’t know, but boy, am I ever glad we had it! As we plowed through the thick forest following an animal trail–with Charles in front and Mel taking the rear in case we ran into a moose or bear or other angry animal–I ripped off sections of tape the way Hansel and Gretel dropped breadcrumbs, and wrapped them around branches, even the tops of some grasses. Every time we took a turn, and especially when we reached the beaver pond and the trail got lost in thick grass, I taped a square of bright red duct tape in a place where we would see it on our way back, because I really am an experienced bushwacker (that’s another name for an idiot who decides not to stick to the trail.) I knew the whole course would look different, and even disappear, when we turned to go back to our ATVs.

And you know what? We did find the beaver pond in the midst of all that foliage. In all my years of hiking I had never gone searching for a beaver pond, and I was out of my element. However! On the way back, we took great comfort in the fact that with every turn in the dense forest, there was a bright red piece of tape flagging us in the right direction. I remember Charles hollering at one point, “Thank you for the red tape!”

I was quite proud of myself for insisting on it. Mel was proud of me. And very grateful, I believe. Our pastor insists on using the Bible as his only foundation for leading and teaching and preaching. That’s why we’re in this particular house church.

When Charles preached his sermon on Sunday, he told our story. He compared the red tape with the Bible. As our fledgeling church moves forward, we carry the Bible with us, and if we run into disappointments or questions, our solid foundation is that very Word of God. That Bible is our guide, and we would be so lost without it. How glad I am that God left us that guide for our lives, that comfort.

I would love to know how the Bible has guided you during uncertain times, when you’ve had questions, how it might have comforted you recently.

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Time Well Spent by Nancy J. Farrier

This past week we had our first ever family vacation. We went to Southern California with our five kids and their families. We rented a house that would hold all of us—although we could have used more than two bathrooms for fourteen people. JI had the best time.

We visited Knott’s Berry farm and the San Diego Safari Zoo. Some of us hiked, some went to the beach, some visited antique shops, and of course, we ate food. A lot of good food. What an amazing time. We laughed. We got to know one another better. And, at the end of the week, we still loved one another. I’m pretty sure. (Smile)

Our youngest grandson, Finn, eleven months old, had the most stressful time. He is at the age where he doesn’t want to be separated from momma. If she put him down to fix him something to eat, to go brush her teeth, or because her arms were tired, he immediately cried. Loudly. With tears. No one else would do. He wanted mom. None of us could replace her for long. 

On the final day, we had lunch with our three daughters and families, all who live in Southern California and then my husband and I headed back to Arizona. As we traveled down the road, I found I didn’t want to go back home. I loved spending time with my kids and grandkids. I wanted to be with them. Sadness tugged at me. My heart ached.

As I thought about how much I felt like Finn—I wanted to cry loudly with big tears—but I also thought about God and how much He wants to spend time with His children. I was reminded how my family is a small glimpse of the relationship I am to have with my Savior. 

Even though I spend time with God every day, often that time is distracted, not quality time. I’m not getting away from everyday busyness and work to focus on knowing God better. It’s more like a phone call I get from one of my kids that lasts a few minutes and leaves me wanting more. I know God wants more with me. More time. More openness. More depth.

Parenting has taught me how much God loves me. How much He treasures spending time with me. I needed this reminder that my first priority should always be to deepen my relationship with Him. No matter what else is going on in my life, He is the most important. No matter how much work I have to get done. No matter what fun thing I want to do. No matter what stressful situation I’m facing. 

Time with God is to always be my priority.

John 15:4 reads, “Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me.” That word, abide, means to tarry, to dwell, or to be present. Spending time with God is essential not only to my growth, but to my ministry. He refreshes, nourishes, and yes, even prunes me, but all for my good and because He loves me so much.

God says in Hosea 6:6, “For I desire mercy and not sacrifice, and the knowledge of God more than burnt offerings.” Getting to know God means more to Him than anything I “do” for Him. I must spend time with Him in order to know Who He is.

Paul says in Philippians 3:8, “Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ.” Everything in my life is worthless compared to the absolute glory of knowing Christ. I must not be pulled away by life concerns or pleasures, but instead need to spend as much time with Jesus as possible.

Every day. Every moment. Spending time with Him should be as natural as breathing. 

Just as spending that week with my kids and grandkids brought me joy, this is what brings Him joy.

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Make a Connection

by Jim Denney, adapted from
ANSWERS TO SATISFY THE SOUL:
Clear, Straight Answers to 20 of Life’s Most Perplexing Questions

“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendors. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously—no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption.” —C. S. Lewis

Saroyan

William Saroyan in the 1970s. Photo: public domain.

In the late 1970s, when I was in my twenties, I would occasionally notice an older man riding his bicycle around town. He made quite a visual impression, with his heavy eyebrows and distinctive walrus mustache. I noticed him several times, but it never occurred to me to stop my car, get out, and talk to the man.

It wasn’t until some months after his death that I learned who that man was: William Saroyan, one of the greatest writers of the twentieth century. Saroyan was the recipient of the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1940, and the Academy Award for Best Story in 1943 for the screen adaptation of his novel The Human Comedy.

I was just getting my start as a writer at the time, and any advice this brilliant novelist, playwright, and short story writer could have given me would have been priceless. I’ve often wondered how my life as a writer would have been impacted if I taken the time to stop and get to know this man. I can think of dozens of questions I could have asked him, and his answers might have given my  career a huge boost.

Of course, he might have said, “Get away, kid! Don’t bother me!” (as another famous writer once told me). At least that would have given me a story to tell—and it wouldn’t have cost me anything to find out.

So here’s a suggestion, one I’m still learning to put into practice in my own life: Don’t go through life focused only on getting from Point A to Point B and checking off every item on your Things to Do list.

Stop. Take some time out. Say hello to someone in the checkout line or the waiting room. Have some conversation starters handy: “Oh, I’ve never tried that product—is it good?” “What book are you reading? How do you like it?” “Would you mind giving me your opinion on this?”

You might make a friend—or you might not. But at least you’ll accomplish something I failed to do back in the 1970s.

You’ll make a connection.

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Answers-SoulANSWERS TO
SATISFY THE SOUL:
Clear, Straight Answers to 20 of Life’s Most Perplexing Questions
by Jim Denney 

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“Read this book and save yourself a lifetime of searching and wondering. The answers you seek are all right here!”
—Jack Canfield, author of Dare to Win and the Chicken Soup for the Soul series

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—Pat Williams, author of Character Carved in Stone

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—John C. Maxwell, author of The 21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership

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