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Monday, October 20, 2014

Monday Morning Devo - Walls and Wells

And he strengthened himself, built up all the wall that was broken, raised it up to the towers, and built another wall outside; also he repaired the Millo in the City of David, and made weapons and shields in abundance. (2 Chronicles 32:5, NKJV)

A bunch of years back, some people hurt my feelings pretty bad--people that I trusted. Not just once--a few times.  The details aren't important, but the wall I built because of getting my feelers hurt is. Never mind that I earned much of their scorn Walls can be a good thing to keep out bad influences, but in my case I built it to keep even good things out. Including God.

I slid down behind my wall, making sure nobody could get close enough to hurt me again. Whenever I found another brick, I'd build the wall a little higher. At first there were windows so I could see out--but other people could also see in and observe how dirty I'd become. More bricks.

But I was lonely and thirsty behind my wall. I wanted someone to talk to--but who could I trust? My wall became a prison.

Outside my wall was a well, deep and pure and cool. On the edge of the well, Jesus sat, dipper in His hand, just waiting. I would have to leave the safety of my wall to get that drink of water.

Jesus always invited, never demanded. He waited for me to come to Him.

It's taken time to make a hole big enough to come out. I had to sneak out when no one but Jesus was looking because of the dirt all over me. Once I got to Him, it all changed, because the water He gave me made me clean.

But I still dashed back behind the wall--even though I was clean, I didn't want anyone but Jesus close to me.

Then I told my family how dirty I'd been--they forgave me and I felt a little cleaner. While they were around, I would come out. And I met Jack, but I told him how dirty I was so he could save himself from me. Instead, he came inside my wall and held me tight. A few more bricks fell off the wall, and I married him.

I can't say all of the wall is gone. A few bricks still hide me when I'm afraid people might see the old dirt--then they might not like me any more. When will the last of the wall disappear? Maybe never. But maybe I won't ever lock out the ones who love me again.

Lord, Please help me. I need to know that You will protect me when a wall won't. I need to learn how and who to trust. Help me to step outside my wall and drink from Your water. Help me remember I can always trust You, above all. Amen.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

New Release (sorta) - SUMMER IN SWEETLAND

I'm saying this is a "sorta new" release because all of the eight short stories have already been released individually in ebook format (and are still available in that format). Now all the stories have been combined into one delightful book.

Each of the stories have common threads: They are all Christian-based, they are all set in a small fictional town called Sweetland, and some of the characters meander from one story to the next. We (the authors) tried very hard to coordinate scenes, places, and events. It has been challenging, but oh so much fun! These ladies put their hearts into the stories. Some are romances, some suspense, and some heart-warming--okay, they're all heartwarming, but you know what I mean. And some are a combination thereof.

The book is still pretty economical--Amazon has the e-version for $5.99 and the paperback for $14.24; My Helping Hands Press has paperback copies for $14.99 less sale discount (until Nov. 6) of twenty percent = $2.99: Total $12.00! The code  word to enter for this sale is "Dragon." By the way--their 20 percent discount applies to everything in the store--so buy lots of all my books there. :)

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Saturday Sermonette - To Everything a Season (Part 13)

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to love, and a time to hate; A time of war, and a time of peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:8, NKJV)

This will be the last of this series, and I'm going to miss this great section of the book of Ecclesiates.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Guest Blog - Swept Off My Feet by an Accent and a Kilt by Norma Gail

Norma Gail, author of Land of My Dreams
A contemporary Christian romance

Who doesn’t love a Scottish accent?

When my husband and I took an anniversary trip to Scotland in 2006, I fell in love with a country which has fascinated me since I discovered my great grandmother was Scottish. I love bagpipes, tartans, and yes, I have eaten haggis. Right before our trip, I dreamed of a man in a kilt with his bagpipes, high on a misty mountainside surrounded by sheep. I didn’t know at the time, but Land of My Dreams had been conceived.

I have wanted to be an author since I read Little Women as a child, and filled notebooks with stories and poems all through school. A nursing career and raising two children distracted me from writing for over 20 years, however, the dream stayed alive. In 2009, sidelined by a broken foot, I began to put my story on paper.

Land of My Dreams begged to be told. Once I began, it never let me rest. The conviction that God had a message for me to convey grew. Christians struggle in relationships like everyone else, and Scripture sets some very specific guidelines. The characters in Land of My Dreams are a little older than in most romances. They have been hurt by life and grapple with their faith. Their mistakes are big and so are their dreams. My favorite quote is on the front cover: “Sometimes the greatest blessings come when we leave the familiar behind and take a step of faith.” When we follow God’s plan, He will give us the desires of our hearts.

In 2011 I took a big step of faith and attended my first writer’s conference. While I may have been swept off my feet by an accent and a kilt, the agents and editors I pitched my story to had not. Why did the main character move to Scotland, couldn’t she be Scottish and move to America? Was time travel involved? Could I make it historical? I received very positive critiques, but no one wanted it. Still believing this was a story God wanted to be told, I discovered smaller publishers were more willing to look outside the box, and following my second writer’s conference, Eddie Jones, of Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas, offered me a contract. My dream came true.

It has been difficult to be so far from the setting of the book that a visit for more research is not practical. A screensaver of over 400 photos of the area, immersing myself in Scottish music, history, websites, books, and movies was priceless. Having an editor who lived in and has friends in Scotland provided the insight I needed in certain scenes.

The most exciting thing is when readers tell me the story ministered to them as well as entertained. As a Bible study leader, that means a lot. The two most frequent comments I get are readers who say they cannot put it down, and requests for a sequel. At an age when most people begin talking retirement, I am serious about finishing my second book.

“God never says the safe and familiar are His best.” Dream your dreams and follow them. Mine came true, all because once upon a time, I was swept off my feet by an accent and a kilt.

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Wednesday, October 15, 2014


If you love a good mystery, you'll love this one. Anslee Urban has crafted one that could keep you awake all night!

Kylie Harper returns to her hometown for her ten-year class reunion only to get to relive the most horrible experience that might happen to teenage sweethearts. The other half of that couple (Nick Bently) flies into town at the same time she does, although the he came to help out his brother, in the hospital with severe injuries due to an accident.

Neither of them thought to contact each other. That one night's gruesome experience ten years before was one that drove a wedge between them. Now they are called on to help local law enforcement solve that cold case, and more bodies begin to show up. The killer torments Kylie with cell phone calls.

Nick is the one who reaches out to console her--or is he instead the one who plans to kill her?

This is another one you just have to get. It's on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Bodies pile up, and Kylee

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Book Review - CHRISTMAS FEATHERS by Doris Gaines Rapp

I loved this story-- Doris Gaines Rapp is a great-great-great granddaughter of the hero and heroine in this book. At the time of the story, Rachel was a young woman who had been widowed; her husband had been killed by Indians (Native Americans) in the Indian Wars. She began to wonder what this distant grandmother might have had going through her head. Perhaps she had been very frightened of all Indians....

And so this story is born. Rachel has a young boy, Tommy, who is hungry for a father. He likes James Bryson, and he thinks his mother does too, but sometimes she acts funny. Like when she gets mad at James for defending that Indian woman who stares at Tommy. She makes Mr. Bryson go home.

Rachel does like James--Mr. Bryson. It's just that he doesn't seem to care that a chief of that war is buried on his property. And sometimes he needs to mind his manners better.

James would like to get to know her better--even if she does get a little prickly at times.

You really should buy this short story. The ebook is only 99 cents at Amazon.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Monday Morning Devo - It Just Doesn't Make Sense

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written: “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent." (1 Corinthians 1:18-19)

A long time ago, I sat and stared at the Bible, trying very hard to make sense of the words in it. A friend said it would all make sense after I asked Jesus into my life. Well, I had, but still a lot of stuff in there was just plain confusing.

I found out understanding comes by small steps, at least for me. Or small lamps, maybe. One small piece of scripture would suddenly make sense where it hadn't before. Or I would just accept some small chunk and bunches would suddenly come clear.

For instance, the idea of the Trinity--Father, Son, and Holy Ghost being One God. That really didn't make sense. Maybe it was the Gospel of John, the first chapter. After all these years, I don't remember for sure. John said the Word existed in the beginning, and everything that was made was made with Him. That the Word was One with God. Okay, so one day I just accepted that as truth--and suddenly other passages about the Trinity began to make sense.

There's a passage--Isaiah 28:10--For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little, there a little. (NKJV)

A sort of translation, or at least what it means to me--Study one idea after another, a line at a time, and little by little it will begin to make sense.

Or at least it will to those who honestly want to understand. Because if all you are looking for is something to make fun of the Christians with. In which case you will find lots, because it just won't make sense to you.

Prayer: Dear Lord, help us to understand things that seem too deep for us. You alone have the answers we seek. I love You. Thank you, Lord, for being our Flashlight.