Declaring His Marvelous Work

Who is Really in Control?

2012-02-05T13:39:00.000-08:00

Have you ever gone through a time when it seemed like your choices were being made for you—like you had no control over what happened to you? Worse yet, you had to suffer for the bad choices that someone else made? I’m going through a time like that right now. Saying it’s not fun would be an understatement, but it is also teaching me something about my life with God.

Today, God reminded me that, whether I’m living in the fallout of someone else’s choices or not, I never did have control over what happened to me. He is in control, not me. Those who keep throwing my life off course might not have as much say as I think they do, because in the end, God oversees their path too.

I can either let this reality knock me into panic mode, or take comfort in it. My prayer today is that I will allow the idea that I’m not in charge of my life bring me reassurance. God hasn’t left me at the mercy of those who only care about their own interests; He is asking me to give over control that I never had in the first place and trust the One who has my best interest at heart to know what He is doing.

If you can relate, I challenge you to pray in the same way—that you will trust the Father who is ultimately in control and see His authority as a good thing.

A Different Christmas

2011-12-19T11:16:00.000-08:00

This year, I purposely set our Christmas tree up in a different place. I left our Christmas village in the box and created a scene out of choir boys, pine trees, and snow men. Instead of outlining our front window with lights, I set an angel and the three wise men on the sill. I used the same Nativity scene as in past years but changed the arrangement a bit. I bought new stockings, embroidered our names on them for the first time, and hung them somewhere we’ve never hung stockings before. We’ve even altered our Christmas Eve tradition.

I did all this knowing that our Christmas is going to be very different this year. My family has gone through some changes that are making the holidays . . . well . . . hard. Trying to do things as we always have would only make it more obvious that special days like Christmas will never be quite the same again. Instead of allowing difficult change to rob us of our joy, we are using it as an opportunity to weave in some fun change as well—changes that we chose.

The holidays have a way of magnifying our losses, resurrecting the pain and knowledge that, no matter how hard we pray and plan, it won’t be like last year. People are missing. Broken relationships mean sharing loved ones and being more flexible. Some traditions get lost in the rubble; others we need to skip so we won’t add more grief to the day. This is when we must choose whether to wallow in the lost traditions or make new ones and ask God to help us enjoy them just as much.

I’ve found that making up my mind to do Christmas differently has helped in the process of grieving the loss that forced the changes. Are we sad? Yes! Will Christmas morning feel strange? I know it will. But I also know that God has been good to us through these life-altering circumstances, and that Christmas is about His Son, not my traditions. This is our opportunity to focus on His goodness, including the ways that He inspired creativity and allowed us to have fun no matter what.

Are you facing a different kind of Christmas this year? Ask God to help you accept the changes even as you grieve, and show you how to make this season of celebrating Christ’s birth different in a good way.

The Princess Thing

2011-12-13T10:05:00.000-08:00

I knew that God had me at the retreat for a reason, but I never expected Him to plan my seating assignment.

All of us were placed at tables named after women of the Bible and told to sit there during all the teaching sessions. I was assigned to the Sarah table.

“Please take a few moments to read the bookmark in front of you,” the retreat leader said, “and reflect on why God might have had you placed at that particular table.”

I figured God put me there because He knew I liked the name Sarah.

Then I read my bookmark.

“Sarah means princess.”

I looked up. Oh no. Please say we aren’t doing the “You’re God’s princess” thing. I am not in the mood for that.

Where did that come from?

I guess I had my answer to “Why did God place you at this table?”

You’re God’s Princess may not have been the theme for the weekend, but God and I were clearly doing the princess thing.

This was the first time that the princess theme triggered such an “I don’t want to go there” response. Before this retreat, I might have said that I found the topic overdone or a little fluffy. If a friend said in an attempt to build me up, “Remember, you’re God’s princess,” I usually nodded politely and moved on. Lately, I’d found the metaphor more and more annoying.

Why?

To be gut-level honest, in my mind, God’s princess only applied to other women, not to me. Life had left me feeling like more of a peasant, especially lately.

We all had a chance to share what God had revealed to us about our seating arrangement, so I opened up about what Sarah means princess triggered in me. I detected the edge in my voice and wondered if I sounded like a woman with a giant-sized chip on her shoulder. I didn’t want to be that way.

Slowly, God helped me realize that the only way to not be “that way”—cynical and bitter—was to let Him work, and Step 1 was confessing that I felt like the furthest thing from royalty. Admitting this opened my eyes to the women around me who had once been in my place but now glowed with His beauty. I want to be like them, God.

I spent the weekend being treated like someone special, sensing the whole time that God was the true source of the gifts and pampering and words of truth—His way of saying, “See, You are my princess. It has nothing to do with fluffy themes or even feeling like one all the time. Being My princess goes much deeper than that.”

I won’t say that I went home healed of every wound and lie that had kept me from grasping my true position, but when a woman who heard me share my response to the princess thing and admitted that she struggled too, greeted me with, “Hello, Princess. Are you starting to believe it yet?” I could return her genuine smile and say, “Yes.”

Setting Aside the Fear

2011-11-30T16:41:00.000-08:00

When I last blogged in late June, I was getting ready for a trip to Disneyland to celebrate my mom’s birthday. Something happened during that trip that changed my life overnight and I haven’t blogged since.

I had plenty to say and it might have even been therapeutic for me to share, but I couldn’t do it, because I knew I risked revealing more than I was ready to put out there. I think I’m close to being ready now.

One thing that is driving me to pick up blogging again is a desire to offer some words of hope to others who are, like me, going through a life-changing, heartbreaking time that is doubling as a call to trust God’s faithfulness on a new level. God is teaching me so much through this unsettling time that I feel like it would be wrong not to pass it on. He has also blessed me with an unbelievable support system at a time. Not everyone has that. By risking openness and vulnerability, perhaps I can be part of someone else’s support system?

So I’m setting aside the fear, trusting God to make it clear how much I should reveal and when, knowing that sometimes the details aren’t nearly as important as what came out of them.

Time for some Fun!

2011-06-17T16:52:00.001-07:00

This time tomorrow, Nathan and I will be at my parents’ house in the Bay Area. Part of our two-week stay will include a trip to Disneyland to celebrate Mom’s birthday. I also plan to get together with my friend Jennifer for the first time in over a year. I have a little work to do, but most of the time will be spent relaxing and having fun with Mom, Dad, my sisters, and their kids.

Usually, I would feel guilty for taking a two week vacation. But this has been a stressful season and I know it’s needed. Sometimes, we just need to get away. As a friend reminded me today, Jesus often left the crowds and went to a quiet place. Sometimes He took His disciples and sometimes alone. If He needed breaks, who am I to say I don’t?

So instead of feeling guilty, I plan to enjoy the time, knowing that I’ll benefit in many ways. I look forward to sharing those benefits when I return.

A Gift of Time

2011-06-11T16:31:00.000-07:00

I didn’t blog last week. I got caught up in an answer to prayer—the return of some fictional characters that I’d given up on ever hearing from again. I’d accepted that perhaps I wasn’t meant to write fiction. Then the characters from one of the two novels I’d been trying unsuccessfully to write came knocking on my office door. Apparently, they didn’t feel they could trust me with their lives until I’d dealt with some issues in my own. Now that I’m headed in a healthy direction, they are giving me another chance. They even had a new plot to run by me. So of course, I had to take full advantage before they got tired of waiting around and bailed on me again.

Yesterday, I realized that I’d written almost 2,500 words in two days, in addition to outlining the new storyline earlier in the week. I announced my progress on Facebook and thanked God repeatedly. Then I realized something else—I was only able to spend so much time with my imaginary friends because God had denied another request.

For weeks I’ve been concerned about my lack of freelance work. Unusually, I’m juggling several assignments, or turn one in only to receive another. Instead I’m experiencing the slowest flow of requests that I can remember. My concern has been mixed with a strong sense that God is allowing it for a reason. I’ve had a chance to rest my tired mind and get some practical things done, like cleaning up the house, dealing with life, and enjoying end-of-the-school-year activities. The extra time allowed me to start blogging more often, which has been a long-time goal of mine. And if I’d had an assignment or two due last week, I would not have had time to respond when those characters returned, along with the creativity required to try fiction again.

I recognized this slow period as a gift of time from the One who knows how overwhelming life has been. A rather worn-out (in my opinion anyway) Christian cliché says, “Sometimes God says yes; sometimes He says no; and sometimes He says wait.” This week reminded me that sometimes He says no so He can say yes to something we’ve been waiting on Him for.

Great Coaching in Action

2011-06-03T11:01:00.000-07:00

Until last night, my son Nathan’s Little League team was in first place. They finished the season with 12 wins and 2 losses despite having several young and new players. In the first playoff game, they won in a shut-out and ran off the field knowing that they only had to win one more to make it to Saturday’s championship.

I arrived at Game 2 last night, halfway through the first inning.

“The other team has one run,” one of the moms told me. “But they have two outs and we haven’t batted yet.”

That inning ended with a 1-to-1 tie—and stayed tied for five innings. The time limit for a typical game came and went. Since this was a playoff game, they had to play until someone won.

Finally, in the 7th inning, the other team made a second run, but Nathan’s team still had one more chance at bat. They’d beat this team before. Surely they could rally and make the two runs needed to win.

It came down to one of those classic baseball moments with bases loaded, two outs, and one of the tiniest team members at bat knowing it was all up to him. And the poor guy struck out. It was over. They’d lost. The other team was headed to the championship instead of them.

Watching the boys crouch down in front of their coach for the post-game talk was a solemn moment. I didn’t know that thirteen 8-10-year-olds could be so quiet. I’ve always liked Nathan’s coach. He’s one of those men who stresses the importance of doing your best and throws in extra practice when needed but also knows that, in the end, sports should be fun and about learning the game. Win or lose, he always stresses positive points before mentioning what went wrong. Not once have a sensed his ego getting in the way. Last night, he officially became my favorite among all the coaches that Nate has had.

He obviously knew that nobody needed to tell the boys that they’d had an off night. They’d made some amazing plays in the field but couldn’t seem to connect the bat with the ball. Some bad calls from the umpire hadn’t helped either. Instead of carrying on about that, he got past the negative as quickly as possible and pointed out what an intense game they’d just played. Rather than using their No. 1 status as a beating stick for why they should have won, he reminded them what an amazing season they had.

The parents reflected his attitude. While the dads were clearly upset, I didn’t hear any of them ranting about what should have been done differently. As our sons slowly made their way over to us, lips quivery, not one adult told the boys to suck it up. They were devastated and had every right to be. And hey, they were only kids. With permission to be sad, they weren’t melting down, carrying on about all the unfair calls, or criticizing the other team. One by one they hurried to the safest person in the park—their moms—and let the tears fall for a few minutes before wiping them away, slinging their bat bags over their shoulders, and heading for the parking lot.

Walking to the car with our ride, I wrapped my arm around Nathan who had shaken off the tears so much more quickly than he would have in the past. Having been on an undefeated team that won the championship last year, I’d known losing would be hard for him at any point. He has always been competitive in everything from grades to board games. I realized that, through this loss, he probably learned more than he did during last year’s undefeated season. Coach Dave had already shown his players how to be good sports whether they won or not. Last night he taught them how to handle a huge upset with maturity. Yes, they were all disappointed, but they left the sports park knowing that he wasn’t disappointed in them.

They’d had hands-on practice in “Life is full of disappointments.” But it was their coach and parents who showed them “It’s not the end of the world.” This may have been the best coaching Nathan and his teammates received all season.

A Chance to Do the Right Thing

2011-05-24T09:07:00.000-07:00

Over the weekend, I re-watched the film To Kill a Mockingbird. During the famous courtroom scene, I remembered an interview with the actress who played Mayella Yule, and the struggle she’d had trying to understand her character’s choice to lie on the witness stand. She pointed out that Mayella had many opportunities to tell the truth that Tom Robinson had not raped and beaten her—that she’d been “mighty beat up” by her own father. So why didn’t she do the right thing? Why stick to her story even as it became more and more obvious that her family had accused an innocent man? What was so worth putting a man’s life at stake?

Then they filmed the scene and reached the moment when Atticus Finch gives Mayella one last chance to be honest.

“Do you want to tell us what really happened?”

In the interview, the actress describes the feeling that came over her when she looked across the set at the man playing her violent, vindictive father, Bob Yule.

Suddenly she understood what drove Mayella to lie. Fear. Fear of what would await her at home if she came clean. Fear of the man who might kill her this time. Fear smothered any cries from her conscience or sympathy for the man who’d done nothing but chop her kindling, haul her water, and greet her with a polite tip of his hat while passing her house on his way home from the fields.

So she stuck to the lie, sealing Tom’s fate, and branding Mayella Yule as one of the most pitiful, unlikable “victims” in literature.

I’ve never liked Mayella. Even after watching that interview I had a hard time sympathizing. She didn’t seem sorry for what she did. How could she live with herself afterward? As I watched her scene this time, however, I identified with her for the first time. A few weeks earlier I’d made a decision that required me to silence my fears, including my dread over how people might react. And I’d done it! But it had taken every last crumb of courage, and I didn’t have an abusive father glaring at me from across the room. I certainly couldn’t claim a long track record of courageous moments to go along with it. More often, I’ve responded like weak-willed Mayella and given in to the threatening faces of those who would have (heaven forbid) disapproved of my choice—been unhappy with me—explained why they would have done things differently.

When faced with a difficult choice to do the right thing . . . or not . . . I don’t want to be like Mayella. My prayer is that I will be willing to do the right thing even when it means offending, upsetting, or disappointing those who I most want approval from.

I caught myself wondering how To Kill a Mockingbird might have ended if Mayella had given a different answer to “Do you want to tell us what really happened?” What if she had done the right thing? But that would mean rewriting a classic, and I wouldn’t dare attempt that. It would be a lot more beneficial for me to use my recent act of gutsiness as motivation to do the hard thing more often. How different could my life be then?

How different might yours be? What fears most often keep you from doing the right thing?

The Good Things

2011-05-19T14:55:00.000-07:00

Today it would be very easy to focus on all that is wrong. A bad situation isn’t getting any better, my insecurities are running high, and the part of my brain that blows things out of proportion refuses to listen to the part that is in touch with reality. If I told you the whole story, you’d probably say I had permission to wallow. But I’m thinking I’d rather not do that today. I’d much rather share some good things that happened over this past year in the midst of the not-so-good.

• I accomplished some goals, including . . .
Reading Les Miserables (the unabridged version, and in one summer)
Learning to crochet
Blogging more often (I think I’ve even found a “focus”)

• I met 9/11 survivor Michael Hingson and his former guide dog Roselle (they escaped the World Trade Center together).

• I had some great singing experiences, including a solo on Good Friday that went much better than I expected, and performing the National Anthem at Little League Opening Day for the 2nd year in a row.

• I made some new friends who have become precious to me.

• Through all of it—both difficult and exciting—God has surrounded me with love.

What kind of day, week, or year are you having? Challenge yourself to list some good things that God has done recently, even when circumstances were hard.

Lessons from the Inbox

2011-05-13T15:32:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I spent almost two hours clearing out my e-mail inbox. It had started looking an online version of a hoarder’s file cabinet, crammed with literally thousands of old messages that I might need again someday. I’ve started the process many times only to give up at about page three. This time I decided to start on the last page and work my way backward, figuring the end was where I could most often click “check all” and delete.

I sent hundreds in a row to Trash and others to folders dedicated to encouraging notes, helpful information, recipes, and pictures. But many, I must admit, I reread. The more I opened, the more I started feeling like I was looking through an old photo album or a journal. What popped out at me most often were the responses to past prayer requests. At the time they had been vital enough to e-mail friends, family, and prayer loops with calls to “Please pray,” followed by updates and praise reports. I’d held onto each promise of prayer, offer of help, and reminder to “call if you need ANYTHING.” Some of those prayer requests were written with such a deep, aching desperation that it was all I could do to get the words out in a way that made sense. It got to a point where I could predict which prayer-request-related e-mails I would find based on the dates in the right-hand column.

October 2010 . . . I can almost feel the panic I felt that day

December 2010 . . . another trip to the hospital with Norm.

And now those problems were over.

I moved many of those e-mails to my “Encouraging Notes” folder as reminders that 1) I have never suffered alone, and 2) no crisis is forever.

This was one of the sweetest hours that I have spent in weeks. What started out as a tedious task of cleaning out my Inbox, turned into a blessed time of tracing God’s goodness. Once again I am in a season of sending out prayer requests and updates (to fewer people this time), but I feel a little less desperate. I know God is working and that He has surrounded me with friends who are praying and supporting me and my family. And in several months when my Inbox is once again crammed with messages, I’ll rediscover and reread the reminders.

Maybe I’ll let old e-mails pile up more often.

If He Provides for This . . .

2011-05-12T11:53:00.000-07:00

Every year at this time we face the same question: will Nathan continue attending the wonderful Christian school at our church or will finances force us to take him out. I encourage Nathan to pray for God to provide but prepare him for the possibility of being homeschooled if it doesn’t work out. God has made a way for him to stay at his school since kindergarten so I know I shouldn’t worry, but I never want to assume anything. This year I wanted to be especially careful about setting my expectations too high. Our family just experienced a major change that might drag out for awhile. I knew I couldn’t afford to set Nathan or myself up for disappointment. But I also needed to see, more than ever, that no matter what happened in our future, God would provide for us. He obviously knew that too.

Yesterday, I discovered that God had once again provided for Nathan’s education at this gift of a school. At a time when his world is being rattled, he does not need to also face the idea of leaving his friends. I do not need to worry about how I will work homeschooling into my schedule while pursuing more opportunities to earn income. But most of all, this is a reminder that, if God chose to make a way for Nathan to stay in private school (something that he clearly benefits from but is not a life-or-death necessity), He will surely also make a way for us to pay our bills, pay off our Mount Everest-sized mountain of debt, buy groceries, and cover some much-needed repairs and replacements in our home. If He cares about Nathan staying where he feels at home, He cares about my family’s unsettled future.

Thank you, God, for caring enough to provide, not just for our basic needs, but for the things that make our lives feel secure and rich. Thank you for continuing to surpass my expectations, especially when I’m afraid to have too many.

Glad I Obeyed

2011-05-05T15:47:00.000-07:00

Last month at this time I was getting ready to head off to Mount Hermon, open to whatever God wanted to say or do. He had made it clear that I needed to do this conference differently. For the first time in fifteen+ years of attending this conference, I was not submitting or pitching anything. I’ll confess that I almost caved in a moment of fear and packed some old proposals just in case. What would I do with my time if I didn’t have editor appointments? What would I say when people asked about my writing? But I’m happy to say that I stuck with the plan to make this conference about what God and I both knew I needed—to be filled up. I’m so glad I obeyed!

I may not have made any connections with editors (other than one that I set up time with because I write for her on a regular basis and we’d been looking forward to finally meeting in person), gotten in-depth feedback on my manuscripts, or walked away with requests for proposals, but . . .

I received much-needed spiritual refreshment.
I had precious time with friends, including a talk that started a healing process.
God lifted a fog that had been hovering in my brain for a year.
God calmed a fear regarding the future of my writing, and a struggle with creativity caused by the fog in my brain referred to above.
I attended workshops that I might have missed if I hadn’t let Him direct each choice.
I went home strengthened for a challenge that I didn’t know awaited me. But God knew.

In some ways it was more intense and emotional than any conference I have ever attended, because God was working on my heart more than my career. But it was intensity that I needed, and it was mixed with plenty of laughter, fun, hugs, moments when God allowed me to encourage others, unexpected gifts of just the right words, and sweet time with my Heavenly Father.

Sometimes God’s direction doesn’t make a lot of sense. What? Go to a writer’s conference and plan ahead of time NOT to pitch? But when we obey, we see Him do far more than we expected. And I truly believe that my writing will benefit greatly from doing this conference differently, because when we allow Him to search, heal, and refocus our hearts, everything in our lives changes for the better.

Beside Still Waters

2011-04-11T17:03:00.000-07:00

I’ll confess that before reading Tricia Goyer’s Beside Still Waters I had read only one Amish novel. I’d also read an Amish devotional/recipe book. I read Tricia’s book because I love everything she writes. Beside Still Waters was no exception. In fact, I think I’ll read more Amish fiction.

Through the story of Maranna Sommer, we see both the beauty and the burdens of Amish life. At nineteen, Marianna is still in the season of life known as rumschpringe, when she must decide whether to commit to the Amish faith or join the world. She is sure that she has her future figured out--she will get baptized into the faith and marry Aaron Zook. Haunted by a tragedy that took place the night she was born, Marianna’s parents decide to leave the memories behind, and the pain of seeing their oldest son choose “Englisch” ways, and move to Montana. Marianna reluctantly joins them “temporarily.” She quickly discovers a community far different from what she grew up with—and a man who opens her eyes to what it really means to have a relationship with God.

I felt like I got a true taste of what a young Amish woman must struggle with, trying to maintain a simple life while surrounded by draws like music, television, phones, and cars. Marianna wants to obey God, but also feels the daily scrutiny of being judged by how early you get the laundry on the line and whether or not your clothing is stitched correctly. The benefits of growing up without the distractions of technology (Marianna is skilled at quilting, baking, and running a household like a grown woman) are mixed with the possible danger of shunning all things worldly (emergency strikes, there is a phone in the barn, but phones are forbidden). Her life-long battle with guilt and feeling unloved reflect the lies that so easily consume us until God finally allows us to see the truth.

I had no idea what to expect, having read so little in this particular genre, but I thoroughly enjoyed this book. In fact, I’m looking forward to Book 2. Thanks to B&H Publishing for providing me with a copy of Beside Still Waters to review.

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Who's Your Buddy?

2011-04-05T17:36:00.000-07:00

This week I’m preparing for a big writer’s conference, where I coordinate a program call The Buddy System. Basically, I match those who have never attended this amazing but often overwhelming conference before, with someone who has. Each year I receive comments like . . .

“My buddy was perfect for me. We have so much in common!”

“The first-timer that you assigned me lives in the same town that I’m about to move to. How did you know?”

Some shared the same life challenges or health problems. Others just hit it off in a way that they didn’t expect.

The cool thing is that I don’t ask any questions about likes and dislikes, health problems, or even where they live. I ask for their name, e-mail address, writing interests, and conference goals. Then I pray as I make assignments. So in many ways,
God chooses each first-timer’s buddy.

I assigned a first-timer to myself a few years ago without know much about her. She has become a precious friend. As it turns out, she is also friends with one of my cousins.

This has become my yearly reminder of God’s hand in our relationships. He knows who He wants us to meet, encourage, and gain from. But, we also need to put ourselves out there and be willing to connect with people. First-timers must sign up for the Buddy System just as we need to leave our homes and get involved in activities in order to make friends.

Think of some people that God has brought into your life through circumstances that left you pleasantly blown away. Thank Him for loving you enough to be actively involved in your everyday life, including choosing your buddies.

How Did I Do?

2011-03-19T21:16:00.000-07:00

The audition was a blur.

“Very nice,” one of the judges said.

“That was wonderful,” a young woman who’d been listen in whispered as the next singer prepared to try out.

But was it?

After nudges from my husband, a couple from church, and several people who’d heard me sing the National Anthem at Little League Opening Day last year, I’d answered an open call to sing it for our local minor league baseball team.

Your audition has been scheduled for 1:30 PM, the e-mail said.

My ride dropped me off twenty minutes early. I didn’t mind at all. I figured it would give me time to relax and pray. I listened to two women try out, both of whom were great.

Fifteen more minutes.

“Are you here to audition?”

Were they talking to me?

“Oh, I’m scheduled for one-thirty. I’m a little early.”

“That’s okay. You can go now.”

I knew it would sound professional to say I wasn’t ready. “Okay,” I said.

Feeling my body (including my throat) tense up, I walked to the center of the room and picked up the microphone. I started to singing, knowing that I didn’t sound nearly as strong as the powerhouse that tried out before me. But I focused on doing my best with the voice that I had.

Next thing I knew, I was calling my ride to say I was finished already, those compliments ringing in my mind. Were they just being polite?

“How did your audition go?” A friend asked later.

“Okay, I guess.” I told her what happened.

I’d made up my mind to leave how well I did (or didn’t) up to the judges. It had happened too quickly for me to know. And maybe that’s better. I do know one thing: I don’t find myself obsessing about every possible mistake or weak note. I don’t feel like I’ll fall apart from disappointment and a sense of failure if I don’t get that desired phone call. I recognize that I did my best under not-so-perfect circumstances. I know that if I don’t make it, it wasn’t meant to be and I can try again next year. That is a huge step for me!

So in that, I guess the audition went well. It wasn’t perfect, but I responded to imperfection better than I would have in the past?

When has a disappointment, or a time when you didn’t perform as well as you would have liked to, revealed an area of growth? Ask God to help you see every opportunity, including those that don’t turn out perfectly, as a chance to glorify Him in your response.

Skipping to the End

2011-03-05T12:39:00.000-08:00

I’m reading a book that is extremely difficult to get through, not because it’s boring, but because the main character endures such horrific things. Knowing it’s a true story makes it even harder. The friend that loaned it to me warned me that she almost put it down several times but forced herself to stick it out. In the end, she said, seeing this man healed and transformed was worth it. Since the story hit much closer to home for my friend, she became my inspiration to give it a shot. Then the brutality got too entense and I set the book aside.

Last week at a church get together, someone mentioned this same book. “I wept over his conversion.”

Suddenly I wanted to give the book another shot. If the ending was that powerful, maybe all the prison camp violence was worth it. I’d survived the frightening scenes where he and his fellow airmen were lost at sea, surrounded by hungry sharks. But again, it got to be too much and I announced to my family, “That’s it, I’ve had enough. Tomorrow, I’m skipping to the powerful, redemptive ending.”

This morning, however, I couldn’t do it. Somehow I knew that the ending would be less amazing without seeing all that this man lived through first. I had to skim some chapters but I at least read enough to get an idea of what happened. When I’d had enough I took a break. I’m thinking of it as an exercise in endurance. Sure, there are times when it is perfectly acceptable (and also wise) to fast forward a disturbing movie scene or pass on reading a book that is too upsetting. This time, like my friend, I sense that I need to read on.

Later, I thought of the many times when I wished I could skip past my current life chapter to the redeptive ending that I’d been assured was coming. Obviously I couldn’t. In the end, the rewards were greater because of all the scenes that I had to look back on when all seemed lost. If God had allowed me to skip those parts, He would also have allowed me to miss the depth of all He had done.

What are going through now that you would like to skip over? Ask God to give you the endurance and strength to hold on, knowing that a redemptive ending is coming.

Questioning the Answer

2011-02-07T14:32:00.000-08:00

Today I saw God starting to answer a prayer. A big one, for a situation that I've been going to Him with daily. It's so huge that I've asked friends to pray, added it to prayer loops, and bring it up weekly at church. I've known for a long time that it would take a miracle to turn this problem around, most likely a series of miracles. Yesterday I saw the first signs that God was working. This morning I saw more evidence. And this evening, as I shared this breakthrough with a friend, I admitted the honest response of my heart: I'm not sure I believe it.

What is my problem? Why I do restrain myself whenever I start to praise God and share the praise with others? The truth? I'm afraid that it might be too good to be true. I'm afraid of being disappointed again. I'm afraid to believe that God would do the seemingly impossible, only to have the rug pulled out from under me. Not that I think He would do something wonderful only to take it back. But what if I'm only imagining that things are turning around? What if it's only a step in a different, even worse direction? What if what I saw as an answer is only wishful thinking? So that is where my mind has been going ever since I saw my prayer in the beginning stages of being answered. I'm praising but doubtful; grateful but suspicious; joyful but afraid to get my hopes up. And I feel terrible about it. God answered a prayer, and I'm afraid to celebrate.

So tonight I am praying that God will change my heart--to help me trust Him to love me enough to actually answer a prayer that I thought I'd have to wait a lot longer for. I'm also asking Him to help me remember that since this situation will require a process, the changes I've seen already are miracles in themselves. Who am I to say that He isn't willing to do something great for me?

Am I alone here? Am I the only one who has gotten what she wanted and immediately assumed that God would cancel the deal?

God, silence the voices that tell me your gifts are too good to be true. Help me to trust, not only your ability to do the impossible for me, but your desire to do it.

Consumed?

2011-01-04T07:34:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year! Yes, it has been awhile since you heard from me. A lot happened at once and some things got set aside. Today I started to wonder though, if commitments like blogging got neglected because I was overwhelmed by circumstances that were far more important, or because I let them consume me. Maybe it was a little of both. Sometimes it’s hard to tell isn’t it?

I share a lot of examples of how life doesn’t stop so we can finish works-in-progress and meet deadlines. As I’ve learned over the past few years of seemingly non-stop crisis, there are times when we need to put activities like writing on the back burner for the sake of urgent matters. There are also times, however, when we simply need to plow through on the toughest days and do what we promised to do. We often don’t know which of the above we should do until the time comes. That is all the more reason to stay tuned into God’s voice, letting His Spirit prompt us to put life before writing for a few days or honor our many commitments and let Him handle the situation that could easily distract us to the point of getting nothing done.

As we start the New Year maybe it would be a good idea to consider how we determine when life needs to take top billing and when we need to leave that life stuff to the One who can handle it best and get to work. After all, there will always be a crisis to deal with. The question is; which ones do we set everything aside for?

A Friend in the Storm

2010-10-01T09:08:00.000-07:00

About two and a half years ago I met a precious woman named Cheryl at the Mount Hermon Christian Writers’ Conference. She had recently signed a contract for a book of poetry titled A Friend in the Storm. I immediately fell in love with her joyful heart and couldn’t wait to read her book. I was completely unprepared for how deeply it would minister to me.

Today I have the honor of spreading the news about Cheryl Ricker’s A Friend in the Storm, a gift book of poetry, quotes, and Scripture just released by Zondervan. Although, as you will read in the interview below, Cheryl originally wrote the poems for a friend who was dying of cancer, her words, as well as the quotes and verses, can apply to any season of pain or difficulty. It would make a perfect gift for a friend who is struggling with illness, depression, infertility, a family crisis, loss, grief, or just a time of discouragement.

A Friend in the Storm is available now through Zondervan, Amazon, Christianbooks.com, or at Christian book stores. Here are some words from Cheryl.

1. What prompted you to write A Friend in the Storm?

It all started in 2005 when I went to a Mothers of Preschoolers group. As we were going around the circle introducing ourselves, I learned that one of the ladies, Chantale, had stage four lung cancer.

After a few weeks of getting to know her, she invited me to meet with her in her home for a time of regular prayer and Bible reading. I was honored but nervous because I didn’t know what I’d say. When God reminded me I could write her comfort poetry, it made sense. When I was growing up I used to write poetry to help me deal with my difficult emotions. Besides, people had been turning to the Psalms for comfort for ages.

Some people bring casseroles to hurting friends. I could bring poetry. (Trust me ~ Chantale wouldn’t have wanted my casseroles).

When it turned out she received a lot of comfort in my poetry, I kept writing ~ right until the day she asked if I’d read some of my poems at her funeral.

The month after she died, I attended a writer’s conference because I was interested in publishing a children’s book about a skunk. I quickly came to the conclusion that it stunk, but several people encouraged me to turn my poetry into a comfort gift book. That’s how A Friend in the Storm began. Five years and a thousand revisions ago.

2. How would you describe your book?

A Friend in the Storm is a personal conversation between God and a hurting person. It’s a healing treasury of quotes, Scripture and poetry that leads to lasting hope. It covers forty-five hope-related topics and takes readers on a healing journey through the stages of grief before it crescendos with the splendor of Heaven.

3. What is the big premise behind A Friend in the Storm?

Why would a God who loves so strong,
allow this blow of senseless wrong,
enwrap me in a shock of pain,
that tries to snuff what’s kept me sane.

With failing strength I’m struck down low,
so where’s this peace supposed to flow?
Inside this hole where dreaming dies,
beneath bare groans and screaming cries?

A Friend in the Storm addresses the question in the world: “why would a good and loving God allow this to happen?” The majority of the book is Christ’s response to that question.

4. What is the basic message of your book and what do you want readers to grasp?

I want readers to know that God hasn’t forgotten them. He feels what they feel. He’s holding them. He’s not going to waste their pain. He’s crazy about them.

It’s illustrated in the poem, “You”.

You’re forever on My mind
And in your presence I rejoice;
Singing out your name with angels,
All your sweetness fills My voice.

Keeping loved ones in My keeping,
I embrace a constant calm.
Whole and holy, I will hold you,
ever-after in My palm

5. How do you describe your style of poetry?

It’s a cross between traditional rhyming poetry and literary poetry. My poems have internal rhyme, end rhyme, sound-bonding, alliteration, and lots of metaphors and similes.

They’re light ‘n tight; deep, but also easily understandable.

6. Why did you choose A Friend in the Storm as your title?

It’s had several different titles, but this one definitely describes it best. Christ wants to be our friend in the storm. He offers comfort like no other. Besides, He’s the only one who can truly say, “I’ve been there. I understand.”

I also like the title because the book itself is a friend in the storm, a valuable companion people can reach for in the dark.

7. A Friend in the Storm is filled with unique and memorable imagery. Could you share one with us?

Sure! Here’s a poem entitled, “Artisan”

Poked inside this wind-licked fire
like a piece of molten glass,
Letting prods and pliers take you
in for yet another pass…

Your smoked-color bends to beauty
‘til you’re clearly made My vase,
held together most transparent,
showing off, through you, My face.

8. How is A Friend in the Storm different than other gift books with quotes, Scriptures and poetry?

Most gift books with quotes, Scripture and poetry are written by multiple authors with multiple styles and points of view, so they don’t have the same continuity and flow. Because A Friend in the Storm is written by a single voice, it flows like a story. It’s not just a mish mash of broken thoughts and ideas. There’s a logical progression.

9. How did you select the quotes used throughout A Friend in the Storm?

With difficulty. I went on a long quote hunt. It was like digging for gold. Picture me on the floor of various bookstores, pouring over pages for hours. That’s what I did. I also worked at home because I’m blessed with a huge library of great Christian books.

Finding the perfect quote to fit with the perfect Scripture and poem was as tedious as writing the poems themselves, but in the end, as rewarding.

10. How does A Friend in the Storm change peoples’ lives?

The poetry embraces the heart and emotions, the quotes challenge the mind and intellect, and the Scriptures compel the spirit. It’s only by the Spirit of God that we can expect change. This is what we’re praying for, and this is what’s happening!

11. Your book has some “angry” poems. How are these comforting?

Angry poems are comforting because they honestly reflect what we feel. That’s why David’s Psalms help us. Anger is one of the five stages of grief.

When people hear their feelings expressed they feel understood. When they feel understood, they’re more likely to respond to the One speaking to them. In the case of A Friend in the Storm, that’s Christ. He handles their anger with love and truth. When readers embrace it, they find their deepest comfort.

12. What are the five stages of grief and how does A Friend in the Storm touch on these?

According to the Kubler-Ross model, there’s denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

The poems in A Friend in the Storm touch on all of these through the reader’s point of view. Acceptance takes on a new meaning when readers have an opportunity to accept Christ or trust Him deeper.

13. Who did you write this for?

I wrote A Friend in the Storm for people needing any degree of comfort and peace. It helps people in the midst of job loss, divorce, terminal illness, loss of a loved one, chronic illness, infertility, tragedy and natural disaster, but it also helps people who are just having a bad day.

Of course, it’s also for the friends of people who fit into any of the above categories. A lot of times we want to reach out to our friends, but we don’t know what to do or say. I wrote this book for anybody who likes to share God’s hope. Now they have a meaningful gift they can place in people’s hands.

14. Why does A Friend in the Storm end with a focus on heaven?

Heaven’s our bright, beautiful destination. No pain, no sorrow, no suffering. There’s a powerful peace in remembering this. Whether we’re healthy or sick, living or dying, the Bible tells us to fix our eyes on things above. Heaven gives perspective and stirs a hope that won’t disappoint us.

15. Someone tells you they’ve been diagnosed with an incurable illness. What do you say to them? How can you be a friend in their storm?

First of all, ask God for wisdom. It’s so easy to rely on our own strength. Try to be there for them. Listen, and pay attention to their needs so you know how to help. Don’t say, “call me if you need anything,” because they usually won’t. Instead, offer to help with specific tasks. “Can I bring you a casserole?”

Speak to them with the same kind of love and respect you’d want them to give you.

Offer to pray with them. It’s amazing how many people respond to prayer in desperate times. Not only does it make a difference, but it also sometimes opens the door for more ministry.

16. What are the main things you hope to accomplish through your book?

I want readers to feel loved by God. I want them to be at peace that He’s still in control; He cares about their concerns. I want them to consider why there’s pain and suffering, to remember what God did about it, and to focus on the Day when pain and death with be no more. I pray they’ll know with certainty that heaven is their eternal home. I’d also like them to be excited that they have a faith-building tool they can easily share with others.

17. Where can readers buy A Friend in the Storm?

They can purchase it on my website (afriendinthestorm.com), at most Christian bookstores, Amazon, CBD, Zondervan’s website, and select Barnes and Noble and Borders stores.

If you don’t see A Friend in the Storm at your local bookstore, you can always ask them to order it for you.

18. Explain your hopes and dreams for this book.

I hope my favorite ministries offer it as a valuable resource to their partners and supporters. I also hope it catches on with hospital gift shops, prison ministries, Christian crisis centers, counseling centers and evangelistic organizations.

Thank you to Cheryl for this incredible book!

And thank you to Zondervan for providing me with a copy of A Friend in the Storm for review.

Born at the Right Time

2010-09-22T13:42:00.000-07:00

I’m working on a novel about a family raising a visually impaired daughter around the turn of the 20th century. As a woman who grew up with low vision, I have always wondered what it would have been like to live during a different time period with the same limitations. No matter which alternative period I choose, I always come to the same conclusion—that I am eternally thankful to God for allowing me to be born in the late 20th century.

Sure I started school at a time when visually impaired students still struggled to fit into a “normal” classroom. My parents waited eight years to learn the name of my vision problem and heard more than their share of discouraging predictions for what I would (or would not) accomplish. Still, I attended public school, graduated from high school, participated in drama, choir, and public speaking, and earned a college degree. I got married, have worked at least part time for most of my adult life, and have two amazing sons—who, by the way, have perfect eye sight.

Like me, my main character Rose is born with Congenital Achromatopsia. Only she is born in 1893 San Francisco. From what I have learned so far, Rose most likely . . .
Would never have a name for her sight limitation
Would not go to school unless her parents wanted to send her to a school for the blind
Would not know that Achromatopsia is NOT progressive and therefore might live in fear of losing her sight completely
Would not have dark sunglasses to protect her eyes against extreme light sensitivity or any other vision aids (except perhaps reading glasses that may or may not have been strong enough)
Would probably be seen as unintelligent because of her inability to learn her colors (due to her lack of functioning cone cells, which few eye doctors understood)

Rose’s story takes place during the eugenics movement, meaning that . . .

Girls like Rose would not be expected to marry
Those with disabilities were seen as inferior human beings that shouldn’t reproduce
Rose’s parents might even be pressured to have her sterilized

It wouldn’t matter that Rose . . .
Had creative gifts
Was intelligent
Had learned to adapt through strong listening skills and a great memory
Could read large print and write because her parents insisted on teaching her
Had the same desires for romance and love as other girls her age
Was strong, hard-working, and determined to overcome her limitations
Or possibly even had a young man in love with her

She would be destined for a life at home (because her parents refused to send her to an institution), pitied by some and seen as a burden by others.

So what will happen to Rose? You'll have to find out. And so will I (because I haven't officially decided yet).

As sad as this research has been, it has offered me endless reasons to rejoice in God’s grace and goodness in my life. He knew exactly when I needed to be born in order to accomplish His plan for me. Like Rose, I was blessed with loving parents who refused to listen to the nay-sayers. But my parents had more options and choices than Rose’s had. I had more hope for overcoming a limitation that God clearly allowed for a reason. What an incredible thought!

Thank you, God, for allowing me to be born when I was. Thank you for placing each of us where and when you want us on the timeline of your plan, and for allowing even history to stand as a reminder of your mercy.

Letting Go . . . Finally

2010-09-15T10:50:00.000-07:00

It’s amazing what can happen when we get rid of all that is gunking up the heart and mind. Last time I blogged it was all I could do to find some good in having nothing to blog about. Last week I couldn’t even do that. I had too much in my head, too many emotions stirring, too much uncertainty looming. On top of that, I seemed to be handling things and people all wrong. It was one of those times when the fear of having no control over what happened next had me clutching tightly to what little I could control. At least I thought I could control it. In the end I only managed to drive everyone around me, including myself, crazy. No wonder I couldn’t write anything more than assignments! Even those I seemed to be writing on autopilot and half as well.

So on Thursday I called a friend and we met to talk. I poured out my pitiful heart. I cried, we prayed, I vented and cried some more. Finally this precious friend helped me see my need to let the two things that were burdening me most go—to hand them over for God to handle. As painful and hard as I was, I did it. Finally. I went home drained but free. For the first time in weeks I could write without it feeling forced. Later I called to thank her and share how much better I felt. She pointed out the power of getting rid of the gunk—that it makes room for the Holy Spirit to get in and work. And she was right.

This week, not only could I write assigned work well but I worked on a fiction project for the first time since the beginning of summer. I chose to kick start my creativity with something new and fresh and ended the day with what I think is a new novel.

All of this showed me how often I stifle God’s work through my refusal to let go. I’ve never considered myself a control freak; people tend to see me as a gentle, go-with-the-flow type of person. But when life gets scary, uncertain, or painful I guess I do crave control. I fret, plot trouble in advance, load myself with guilt, and take on more responsibility than I can carry because doing that feels safer than leaving the future and those I love in God’s hands. I’m so thankful for the abrupt change that came after I let go of last week’s burden. I freed me to do it more!

Thank you, God, for being there even in the mucky, ugly chaos. Thank You for patiently waiting to free me from what only You can handle, and for working so beautifully when I am willing to let go.

Nothing to Say

2010-09-01T13:48:00.000-07:00

Blogging is on my calendar for today. One problem: I have nothing to say. It’s not that I don’t want to write; it’s that life has zapped my creativity. I can’t go into detail, just that it’s something that I expected to over the worst of by now. When we were in the throes of surgeries and medical bills and underemployment I still had something to say. I could share what God was teaching me, confess frustrations that others might be able to relate to, prove that I had a sense of humor through it all. But this is different. Sharing what God is teaching me through this particular trial would mean revealing it, or at least enough to invite speculation. While many can probably relate I wish desperately that I couldn’t. And as far as having a sense of humor about it all, well, I have a feeling that laughing this one off would be considered rather tacky.

So that’s why today, I seem to have nothing to say. No wait, scratch that. Maybe I do have one thing. God did teach me something that does not require overtransparency. When I have nothing to say (or just feel that way), God still has plenty to say to me. He has given me wisdom and reminders of His faithfulness through His Word and through precious friends. He has led me to truth (not always truth that I want to know about) and helped me uncover lies. Maybe we are supposed to have these nothing to say days now and then in order to hear what He needs to tell us.

God, thank you, that communication with you does not depend on the state of my mind or heart or creativity level. In fact, I hear you best when I have nothing to say.

What We Need to Survive

2010-08-25T13:45:00.000-07:00

An end-of-summer mini-vacation, quickly followed by the back-to-school scramble, kept me from blogging for over a week but it was definitely worth it. One thing that God is teaching me these days is the importance of putting my kids’ needs ahead of my goals. In the process I know that I enjoyed the summer much more than usual. Now that it’s over, I’m so glad that I followed God’s direction. There is plenty of time for writing and blogging when the boys are in school. Time for enjoying them, however, won’t last forever.

During our mini-vacation, my boys and I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, where we were reminded of God’s amazing creativity (and, as Christian and I discussed, His incredible sense of humor). We watched a short film about deep and mid-ocean sea life. The docent explained that the creature living in the mid-ocean do not have rocks or reefs to hide behind. In order to protect themselves from predators most are transparent or so dark that they blend in with the water. On top of that, 90% of these creatures create their own light. Many were indescribably strange looking. Yet God gave each one of these creatures what it needed to survive, just as He does for us.

Lately I have needed a lot of reminders that my loving Heavenly Father does and will provide what I need. Learning about a mysterious variety of creature that He designed complete with built-in light and protection left me wonder-struck. He weaves each of us together with exactly what we need to survive. And if we find that we need something that we were not born with—such as courage, or strength, or the perseverance to live in crisis mode for years on end—He has this beautiful way of bringing it out in us. Then the next time we need that trait, it’s already there.

God, thank you for creating me with all I would need to survive in the environment you placed me in. Thank you for filling me with Your light. Help me to reflect it today.

Let's Make a Plan

2010-08-14T16:18:00.000-07:00

My sons and I are getting ready for a four-day trip to Monterey with my parents and my sister Kristy and her kids.

Preparing for this get-away has involved a lot of decisions and changes of plans, leaving me wondering at times if we should even be going. But God made the answer to that clear. Christian worked hard all summer with no days off (except for weekends) or fun events. He needs to have a real vacation before starting college classes again. My parents haven’t seen Christian since spring break. School starts the week after next, meaning no more spontaneous escapes. We need to go. Only one thing has held me back from fully looking forward to the trip—lack of funds.

I have been waiting all week for two checks, one of which was overdue. Each day I reminded God how badly I needed the money. And each day the mail came with no check included. I fretted. I fought back tears. I reminded God again about my need. I was tempted to call my parents and admit that I didn’t have any spending money—that I probably should stay home. But I knew what they would say: “Don’t worry about it. We just want to see you. We’ll cover whatever you need.” And I didn’t want that. Not after they’d booked Amtrak tickets for me and the boys. Not knowing that they were covering the hotel. I wanted to cover my own extras. I needed that money!

But what if it didn’t come?

Finally, God prompted me to calm down and come up with a plan. Step one: I would ask about the overdue check. At least then I would know whether to expect it before leaving. I would also get an idea for when to expect it. If the check didn’t arrive in time, I would take funds out of savings then replace it with my check, once it arrived.

As it turned out, the overdue check had been mailed. I could possible arrive in time. If not, I have a plan. (We're still waiting for mail to be delivered.)

How often do I panic and fret—all the while reminding God about my problem as if He’s clueless—when what I really need to do is ask Him to help me find the answer? God knows my needs and my desires; He knows that it is right to want to pay my own way rather than expecting my parents to do it. Why don’t I trust Him to meet those needs?

This answer—this Plan B—doubled as an exercise in trusting. What a wonderful bonus.

Thank You God for calming my heart as you so faithfully help me find solutions to daily problems.

Finding the Answer

2010-08-11T15:09:00.000-07:00

I was stuck, completely empty creatively, dried up. One of my summer goals of restructuring my blog (yes, this blog, the one that until recently included a new post about once a month when I reviewed a new book) wasn’t working out so well. I’d chosen a topic that I was passionate about—seeing God at work in everyday things—and was writing more often. But posts were still only going up every week at the most, or every two weeks if I left town. On top of that, the stories were already feeling stale. As usual, I gave into my tendency to feel like a failure as a writer. How could I expect to ever write another book if I couldn’t even keep up with a blog?

I tossed around a couple of ideas with a fellow author, only to see that I couldn’t make them work.

On Monday I prepared to meet with my writers group. I couldn’t decide what to bring to critique. Then it hit me: why not ask them to help me brainstorm ideas for my blog. Kaydie, our brainstorming queen (Hi Kaydie, you’re amazing), helped me come up with a plan for incorporating weekly themes. The next thing I knew I had new direction that I was really excited about. I’d found the answer!

So this week’s theme is Answers.

Answers that seem to never come.

Answers that we can’t find ourselves.

This time my answer came with the help of others. What a sweet reminder of how much we need each other. Writers need other writers. Christians need brothers and sisters in Christ. Moms need other moms. Because sometimes we get stuck and need help desperately.

I can’t help wondering if God occasionally allows the answer to our dilemma-of-the-day to get stuck in our brains until we call for reinforcements, just to keep us from getting too full of ourselves—too convinced that we can do this life ourselves.

Whether that’s true or not, I thank Him for prompting me to run to my writers group for help, and in the process leading me to the answer that I was looking for.

Too Big for Me: A God at Work Story

2010-07-25T06:52:00.000-07:00

I didn't blog this week. My mind got a bit overloaded and needed a rest before it short circuited. But today I'm better and here is why:

This summer I have been dealing with a situation that I is of course bringing out other issues. Last night I found myself praying, "God, this is too big for me." And I wasn't exaggerating. It feels too big because it really is.

This morning, as I got ready for church, I sensed God communicating to me that it's okay to admit that the problem is too big for my brain and heart to handle. Some things are meant to be. The "too big" problems send us running to Him for help. They are often the hopeless messes that He does the best job of helping us clean up because we're too overwhelmed or warn out to take over.

So I'm letting this one be too big and giving it over to the One who can fix it. What a relief to know that I don't have to solve this one on my own--because I can't.

Thank you, God, for not thinking less of me when I cry out in defeat, "I can't do this one!" Thank you for being so much better at cleaning up our messes than we are, and for loving us enough to want to do it. Amen.

Providing for a Want

2010-07-13T16:39:00.000-07:00

Today God answered one of my whiney prayers. It wasn’t even a prayer really; it was more like a plan that didn’t work out so I whined about it to God as if He hadn’t come through as promised. Yet He still answered it.

Here is the story:

We received a nice tax refund and immediately started budgeting how we would spend it. One thing that topped my list was getting the piano tuned. I won’t even say how long it has been since we called the tuner. (Hint: Nathan, who is now eight, spent most of the appointment slamming the lid of his toy box because he had just discovered that if he lifted it and let go it made a really cool sound.) Instead most of the refund went toward an unusually large gas bill, Norm’s sleep apnea machine, renewing car registration, and bills. The only item that got covered from my list was Nathan’s book fee for school. I was beyond bummed. In fact, I was mad. I felt like I had mapped out a reasonable plan for using that money wisely and it was getting sucked away!

I knew that I should be praising God that the money was there to suck away. How else would we have covered registration or that horrendous gas bill? God provided us with some new living room furniture through my parents, which we hadn’t asked for or expected. Why couldn’t I be satisfied with that? I could still afford to get the piano tuned if I really wanted to. We still had some of that refund.

Then I started getting less freelance work, threatening the last chunk of precious tax return money. On top of that life started getting hard—again. Suddenly getting the piano tuned seemed like the least of my worries.

Fast forward to this morning, when I sat paying bills and feeling needy for a little reminder that God had his eye on us (as if sending a check just in time to cover the bills I was paying wasn’t enough). The phone rang. It was the piano tuner from an embarrassingly high number of years ago! I explained to her that money (or lack of) had prevented us from calling on her. We talked about the economy and how quickly medical bills can send you to the poor house and the joys and frustrations of being in business for yourself. She clearly understood my situation—so much so that she offered me a deal and God immediately revealed how I would cover the cost. I have some birthday money stashed away that I never spent because I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Well, now I know! I’m getting the piano tuned! And I have just enough!

To some this might seem like a little thing but it was huge to me. As soon as I got off the phone I told my sons, “Well, God just answered one of my whiney prayers. He provided something that I didn’t need but really wanted.” I explained what happened then admitting that I need these little gifts from God sometimes, as a reminder that if He can cover something that I can get by without than He will certainly provide for what we need to survive. He knew I needed a reminder of His love today (I didn’t tell the boys that part—they would have considered it too girly) and sent it through a sweet surprise.

Thank you, God, for providing for our wants as You teach us to trust You for our needs. Thank you for caring about those little things that lift our spirits. You are so incredibly good!

God at Work on Independance Day

2010-07-05T16:56:00.000-07:00

As a kid the 4th of July was always fun from beginning to end. If we didn’t have a big barbecue with friends we were at our family cabin. We spent the afternoon either swimming or running around with friend, always looking forward to fireworks at night.

Now, as an adult who can’t drive and whose husband often works on holidays, I’ve had to redefine my idea of July 4th fun. I’ll confess that I was a little bummed out yesterday. It seemed like everyone had a plan for the day except me and my kids. My husband thought he would have the day off then found out that he had to work. I hoped and prayed that someone would call me and ask if I had plans then invite me and the boys to join their party (or picnic or barbecue) but no one did.

I worked hard to hide my funky mood, throwing around suggestions for how we could make the day fun until Dad got home. Finally, my oldest suggested that we call Grandma and Grandpa (my husband’s parents) and see if they wanted to do something. I’d been avoiding that idea, fearing that they might start feeling like I only called them when I needed something or didn’t have anything exciting to do. Instead, I sensed that they’d been waiting for an invitation just as I was. We took a walk around the local marina, barbecued burgers, and had ice cream for dessert. Between activities my boys taught Grandma and Grandpa, how to play some Wii games. Now that was fun to watch! As we wound down from the day I didn’t even mind skipping the fireworks (my husband had to get up early for work). We hadn’t had the day I’d hoped for but we’d had a great time. The whole thing also reminded me of something important.

Days like yesterday might not feel good at first but I benefit from them. More importantly, I think my kids benefit.

While I grew with an engrained idea of what holidays, weekends, and other special events should look like, my boys learned at an early age to be flexible. They don’t need fireworks and a blow-out barbecue to enjoy 4th of July. Just give them some poppers and make sure there is ice cream in the freezer. As my oldest son said, “I’ve never cared about holidays being a big party as much as doing something that we don’t do on every other day.”

They know how to make their own fun. Knowing that Dad might have to work and upset our plan, they understand the need for a Plan B and openness to a Plan C.

They consider others. It was my son who suggested calling Grandma and Grandpa while I was still feeling disappointed that nobody calling me.

Maybe we need disappointment in order to grow out of the tendency to be so easily disappointed. I have a feeling that our next Independance Day will be even better.

Fiction Writing with Janice Thompson

2010-06-30T15:27:00.000-07:00

For the past year I've had the pleasure serve on the Christian Authors Network board with Janice Thompson. I'm excited to spread the word about her new online fiotion writing workshops. Here is what Janice has to say about writing fiction, and what writers can gain from her workshops.

Janice, I understand you’re about to debut a new fiction course online. Why fiction? What is your background, as it relates to fiction writing?

Every writer hopes to one day write “The Great American Novel.” I started writing novels as a child, so the desire to craft “story” has always been inside of me. In the mid ‘90s I started writing with the desire to be published. After years of trial and error, my first novel hit the shelves in 2000. Since then, I’ve published over forty novels—everything from inspirational romance to cozy mysteries to Y.A. (young adult) to romantic comedies. It’s been a great run! I’ve noticed a trend in recent years. “Young” writers approach me, one after the other, asking the same questions and struggling with the same problems. I’ve worn myself out giving the same answers! (There are only so many times and ways you can say, “You’re head-hopping, honey!”) Because of that, I decided it would be easier to compile the information into a fiction course, will debut mid-June at www.freelancewritingcourses.com. I can’t wait to see what novelists think of this exciting new course!

You’ve started with a lesson on understanding the genres. Why is that?

As mentioned above, I’ve been published in multiple genres. My first book was a suspense-thriller. I’ve since written historicals, contemporaries, children’s, young adult, romances, mysteries and much, much more. Because I’ve been able to successfully cross genre lines, I feel qualified to teach on the subject. Before writers can establish themselves as novelists, they must develop an understanding of the fiction genres/categories. Choosing the best genre (or genres) is critical to your success. But with so many categories to choose from, how do you know which is your best fit? This lesson will give writers a thorough introduction to genre writing and will provide them with the necessary information to choose the one(s) best suited to their literary style and voice.

I see you’ve included a lesson on plotting. Is this based on your “Plot Shots” teaching, which you’ve offered at conferences?

Yes! I’m so tickled to finally be able to offer this teaching in a course format. I’ve become known as “that Plot Shots lady.” That’s okay. I can live with that! I’m a firm believer in laying out a great plotline. Why? Because every story needs a beginning, middle and end. Careful plotting will lead the reader on a satisfactory, realistic journey through each of those stages, creatively weaving in and out, up and down. The "Plot Shots" method gives writers the tools they need to plot their novel in twelve easy snapshots. It’s a fun and easy approach to plotting that won’t confuse or complicate the story.

Characterization is such an important component of fiction writing. Can you tell us more about your characterization lesson?

Years ago I developed a teaching that I call “Pandora’s Box.” It’s a layered approach to characterization, which uses the illustration of multiple boxes, one inside the other. In this lesson, I lay out the need for great characterization, then present the Pandora’s Box method. After presenting the method, I take the student through the process four times, using four fictional characters as a foundation. (Each character has a different personality, so the student learns how to apply the technique to the various personalities.)

So many writers struggle with P.O.V. (point of view). Is that why you included a lesson on that very tough subject?

Point of View (P.O.V.) is a critical fiction component. Employing to your best advantage is tough! Most of the young writers I know struggle in this area. The head-hop. Oh, they don’t mean to. . .but they do! My detailed lesson on Point of View offers students a thorough teaching on the various P.O.V.s (omniscient, third person, second person, first person), and gives specific examples and tips so that writers can become P.O.V. purists.

What is passive writing? Why have you included a lesson about it?

Many of the manuscripts I edit are written in passive voice. They’re loaded with passive verbs and include huge sections of “telling.” The author “information dumps,” which stops the flow of the story. Knowing the difference between active voice and passive voice is key to writing a great novel. Conquering the art of "showing" instead of "telling" will give writers an added advantage. This detailed lesson--filled with nuggets of wisdom from published authors--will give writers the tools they need to strengthen their stories and pull them into active voice.

Ack! Backstory! It’s so tough to add to our novels. Is that why you included a lesson on the subject?

Backstory. We all struggle with it, don’t we? In so many ways, it's critical to our story. After all, the reader needs to know where our primary character has come from--what she's been through--why she acts like she does. So, do you add the backstory or not? If so, can you do so without resorting to author intrusion? And where will you place it? At the beginning of the story? Elsewhere? Will it come out in lumps or snippets? This lesson offers students an intense look at backstory and includes tips for interjecting it without stopping the action.

Many writers struggle with finding their “voice.” Can you tell us more about that?

A writer’s “voice” is her/her “stamp.” It’s the author’s “personality on the page.” And many young writers haven’t “found their voice” yet. This lesson delves into the topic, in detail, giving perspective on this very personal issue. The lesson (titled “Themes, Style and Voice”) also covers the various themes found in popular books, as well as style components.

Can you tell us some of the top fiction mistakes?

Sure! After editing hundreds of manuscripts, I can point out some of the “top” fiction mistakes: Lack of a good hook. P.O.V. issues. Passive writing. Weak characterization. Poor plotting (no “belly of the whale” scene). Overuse of adverbs. On and on the list goes. Many writers simply don’t realize they’re making these mistakes until someone points them out. They wonder why the book keeps getting rejected. This lesson offers writers a thorough list, detailing the top twenty mistakes novelists make.

Why did you decide to add a lesson on humor writing?

I’ve been writing comedies for years and have learned so much along the way. Humor writing is tough stuff! Some writers are born with an overactive funny bone. Others have to work hard to be funny. (Ironic, isn't it?!) If you're interested in adding a little har-de-har-har-har to your novel, then you've come to the right place. In this light-hearted lesson on humor writing, I share my top ten tips for adding humor to your writing. The bonus feature contains another twenty tummy-tickling techniques, so hang on for the ride!

Putting together a book proposal is tough! What have you learned over the years?

Book deals are won or lost based on the proposal. If you've got a completed manuscript and you're ready to pitch it to an agent or editor, then this exciting lesson on query letters and book proposals will point you in the right direction, giving you all the confidence you need to submit, submit, submit! Students who use the information provided in this lesson can compose polished query letters and dazzling book proposals, sure to impress both editors and agents, alike.

Thanks so much for joining us, Janice. Where can people learn more about your courses? And where else can they find you on the web?

They can learn more at www.freelancewritingcourses.com. On that site, they will also find my “Becoming a Successful Freelance Writer” course, which many students have already taken. Folks can learn more about that one by clicking on this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-5IZSNaZFU. I offered a free webinar on the subject about six weeks ago, and it can be found here: http://www.freelancewritingcourses.com/?s=webinar. We’ll be adding to the course list every couple of months, so stay tuned for more announcements!
Other places to find me on the web:
My website: www.janiceathompson.com
My blog: http://janiceathompson.com/blog/?cat=1
My facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/jhannathompson

A Little at a Time: A "God at Work" Story

2010-06-23T09:40:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago I tackled a huge summer project--reading Les Miserables. I've been wanting to read if for ages and finally added the title to my Christmas list this past year. I received it only to put off reading it, intimidated by the size of the paperback. Finally, I decided to follow a reading plan posted on a friend's blog.

On Day One of the plan she addressed those of us who might find a 1,400-page novel a bit daunting. She pointed out that reading 125 pages per week would get us through the book in one summer. I could do 125 pages in a week! Just in case I broke that down into daily readings, making it even more do-able.

Three weeks after starting the book I am rapidly approaching page 500. I am in love with the characters and can see why the friend who pasted the reading plan names Les Miserables as her favorite book of all time. And to think I would have missed the experience of this classic if I had continued allowing the hugeness of the book to hold me back.

Some things are just too big to face all at once. Then we receive the gentle reminder, "Just do one tiny bit at a time" and not only find that we can handle it, but that we can tackle even more than expected.

How comforting to know that, like this book that could double as a murder weapon, God allows us to take on His assignments in managable bits. Our trials, lessons, and opportunities to minister to others come in chapters rather than overwhelming volumes. Okay, I take that back. We might get what look like overwhelming volumes but He lovingly takes us through them a chapter at a time. In those moments when we find ourselves crying, "God, I can't do this!" He takes us by the hand, sits us down, and helps us break what we have down. "Today, all you have to do is this. Tomorrow I'll show you the next step." What a kind God we have!

Thank you, Father. It's true that you don't give more than we can bear. You assign us a few pages at a time, face the task with us, and often take us further than we thought possible. Help me to remember this as I face life's tough reading assignments.

Getting off the Guilt Trip--A "God at Work" Story

2010-06-17T16:03:00.000-07:00

I’ve been battling guilt today—again! Why? I have a ton of work today before leaving town next week and my 8-year-old is clearly bored out of his mind. He spent much of yesterday entertaining himself while I finished a project that was due and I wish he didn’t have to do it again today.

Of course if I took half the day off to play I would feel guilty for not working. That’s what I do—I feel guilty when I work too much and guilty when I step away. If I work I’m ignoring my family; if I don’t I’m neglecting my responsibility.

Lately God has really been on me about this whole guilt thing. He has been sending me messages through other people who catch on right away when I start tripping myself up with guilt. He has made three things clear:

1) All this condemnation is coming from someone other than Him and I need to stop buying into his lies.
2) Giving into guilt is my fallback position and I need to develop a new one.
3) All this pattern does is, make it easier for those who want to place blame on me. They would rather not take responsibility and know I’ll take it on without a fight. How convenient.

I’d include a story about how God helped me overcome my struggle with guilt but that will have to wait until I actually have a good success story to share. I guess for today the success story is that I recognize how destructive and fruitless this habit really is (and I do believe it has become a habit). I’m sick of it and being sick of something is a great first step toward change!

Life in Defiance

2010-06-11T10:29:00.000-07:00

While continuing to play the role of dutiful small town pastor’s wife, Ousie Pepper is consumed with secrets:
She hides bruises inflicted by her husband and the truth that he also abuses their children
She drinks
She knows who killed Daisy Chance

But she’s not telling.

As Hap’s rages grow more violent Ousie devotes herself to the study of a book on how to be a Godly wife. If she can become the woman that Hap needs then maybe she can stop his abuse, along with her need to numb the pain with the vodka she hides in a flower vase. But the transformation of Daisy’s mother, the protective kindness of a neighbor, and the appearances of a strange drifter named Elijah seem to be contradicting author Sheba Nelson’s messages of submission and secrets. Can she find the courage to speak the truth and find safety or will she be silenced for good by Hap?

Life in Defiance is Book Three in Mary DeMuth’s Defiance Texas Trilogy. Mary does an amazing job of weaving Ousie’s journey with the continuing mystery of Daisy Chance’s murder. While the abuse that takes place in the Pepper household and Sheba Nelson’s advice to Ousie is hard to take at times, the novel in no way suggests that a Christian woman should put up with abuse. In fact, the warped messages drive home Ousie’s need to escape. We see a strong faithful woman battling fears, a painful background, desire to obey God, love for her children, and an ache for change. Rather than reading as a novel about domestic violence, or even a murder mystery, Life in Defiance is a story of courage, closure, and forgiveness.

Mary DeMuth is an author with a uniquely beautiful style and voice who writes with raw honesty. I've grown to love Ousie, Emory, Daisy, Jed, Sissy and the other residence of Defiance (all except Hap--I still don't like him). I'll definitely miss them now that the series has come to an end.

Here is a little about Mary:
Author and speaker Mary DeMuth helps people turn their trials to triumph. Her books include Ordinary Mom, Extraordinary God; Building the Christian Family You Never Had; Watching the Tree Limbs; Wishing on Dandelions; Authentic Parenting in a Postmodern Culture and the first two books in the Defiance, Texas Trilogy: Daisy Chain and A Slow Burn.

National media regularly seek Mary’s candid ability to connect with their listeners. Her radio appearances include FamilyLife Today, Moody Midday Connection, Point of View and U.S.A. Radio Network and is frequently featured on Chuck Colson’s BreakPoint. She has published articles in In Touch, HomeLife, Writer’s Digest and The Writer.

Mary lives with her husband Patrick and their three children in Texas.

Visit Mary’s website

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Find Life in Defiance on Amazon

If you missed the first two books in the Defiance Texas Trilogy, you’ll want to read:

Daisy Chain
A Slow Burn

Thank you to Zondervan for providing me with a copy of Life in Defiance to review.

God at Work . . . in Little League

2010-06-09T11:26:00.001-07:00

This week I am starting I new feature on my blog: God at Work. My goal is to post a short piece about how I’ve seen God’s hand moving in my life or someone else’s. I’m hoping it’ll offer encouragement to others as I reflect on His goodness.

I’m going to start with a proud mom story.

Last night I had the fun of watching my son Nathan’s team win the championship game for their division. It has been amazing to watch him grow since he first started T-ball as a kindergartener. When we signed him up this year we had the choice of moving him up to the next division and keeping him where he’d been last season. While it would have felt good to send him ahead, we chose to hold off. Thankfully he didn’t mind as long as he had friends on his team! As I watched him hit almost every time he was bat, receive the game ball after one game, and finally make it to the championship with his team, I thanked God for giving us the wisdom to hold him back. Instead of being the youngest on a new team he was one of the oldest. For the first time, he was one of the stronger players, and we got to fully see and appreciate his growth.

How exciting is it to see growth—whether it’s in a skill, our careers, or in our walk with God. Usually, it takes awhile to recognize it. As with Nathan, sometimes we need to be held back for awhile in order for our strengths to fully blossom or be revealed. And when they do shine and we reap the rewards we have the pleasure of thanking the One who made it all possible.
What areas of growth have you recognized in your kids, your spouse, or yourself? Take a moment to thank God and seek His guidance for the next stage.

Distractions

2010-05-26T16:32:00.000-07:00

The other day I deleted an app from my homepage that keeps me updated on one of my favorite blogs. I didn’t suddenly stop enjoying in. In fact, I was enjoying it a bit too much. Whenever I went online to check e-mail my eyes wandered over to the left side of the screen. She updates it daily, sometimes several times, with informative articles, exciting news about her kids, links to inspirational music, news, and devotionals. If I miss a day I miss a lot. But it also takes me away from writing projects, my family, and other responsibilities. A day earlier my son told me that he’d deleted his Facebook account because it was too distracting. If a 19-year-old who is on spring break and has some extra time to waste can be responsible enough to permanently delete Facebook then I could remove an app knowing that I’m still free to visit the blog. My plan? I’ll catch up with my blogging friend on Saturday mornings. And you know what? I’m still fighting distractions.

It’s amazing how much of my day is consumed by distractions: E-mail, blogs, Facebook, E-mail again . . . how much more would I accomplish if I stayed offline for a day and stuck to my original to-do list? Is this how God wants me to spend my precious hours?

Maybe I’ll see what happens if I eliminate online activity for one day (not counting Sunday when I usually keep the computer off).

God, show me a day when I can take this challenge. Reveal the benefits so I see the need to do it more often.

I look forward to sharing the results.

Do I Sound Older?

2010-04-27T11:03:00.000-07:00

Yesterday my son Nathan turned eight. “I can’t believe it” would be an understatement.

It’s so interesting how differently children respond to birthdays compared to adults. While getting ready to head for school (with cupcakes for his class, of course), Nathan asked, “Mom, do I sound different today than I did last night?”

“Do you mean, do you sound older?”

“Yeah.”

To be honest, his voice sounded pretty much the same as it had when I tucked him in the night before. But I knew it mean everything to him to hear that he’d matured overnight. So I said, “You know, you did sound awfully grown up while talking to Grandma over the phone this morning. So I’d say yes, you sound eight today for sure!”

He walked out the door a happy boy. He not only was eight but he also sounded eight! He was older!

I, on the other hand, want birthdays to come and go with no reminders or indications that I’m older. I don’t want to sound older. I definitely don’t want to look older! However, my talk with Nathan clued me in to something. Shouldn’t I want to show some signs of growing up as time passes?

If I am growing in my walk with God, learning from mistakes, keeping active physically, mentally, and socially then I will change, and those changes will be good. Maybe I have something to learn from my son’s eagerness to “sound older.” Hopefully, I do too!

Lord, as another birthday approaches for me, may I desire for others to see some signs of maturity. I still don’t want to look older, but I do pray that I sound and act more grown up in You.

A Distant Melody

2010-04-20T14:04:00.000-07:00

Never pretty enough to please her gorgeous mother, Allie will do anything to gain her approval--even marry a man she doesn't love.

Lt. Walter Novak--fearless in the cockpit but hopeless with women--takes his last furlough at home in California before being shipped overseas. Walt and Allie meet at a wedding and their love of music draws them together, prompting them to begin a correspondence that will change their lives.

As letters fly between Walt's muddy bomber base in England and Allie's mansion in an orange grove, their friendship binds them together. But can they untangle the secrets, commitments, and expectations that keep them apart?

A Distant Melody is the first book in the WINGS OF GLORY series, which follows the three Novak brothers, B-17 bomber pilots with the US Eighth Air Force stationed in England during World War II.

This debut novel by author Sarah Sundin pulls readers right into everyday life during World War II, when American women awaited the arrival of precious sugar rations, movie-goers were as anxious to see the latest newsreel as they were the new Bing Crosby musical, every man who was able volunteered for service and those at home—including women and kids—busied themselves by supporting “the war effort.”

Allie, who sees herself as “plain” thanks to her mother, is a courageous yet completely relatable heroine. Bored with her wealthy upbringing, which basically consists of sitting around in the parlor and honoring Mom and Dad’s plans regardless of her own desires, longs to contribute to her community and those serving overseas (including Walt, who she continues to love in secret as she plans a marriage arranged by her parents). The more she sees God using her, the more she wants to obey Him over her demanding family and cold fiancé. (Baxter—isn’t that the perfect name for a guy whose only hope for climbing the professional ladder is marrying his boss's daughter?). Seeing Allie grow so far above her shallow roots made me love her even more.

At the same time, the author paints an intriguing picture of Walt’s life as a pilot, fighting in England. I really felt his loneliness, sense of responsibility for those serving with him, and mixed emotions about this amazing woman who is engaged to someone else.

It takes a lot for me to enjoy a novel that is labeled “Romance” and A Distant Melody truly surprised me. Good job Sarah!

And thank you to Revell Publishers for providing me with a review copy.

Here is a little about the author:
Sarah Sundin is an on-call hospital pharmacist and holds a BS in chemistry from UCLA and a doctorate in pharmacy from UC San Francisco. Her great-uncle flew with the US Eighth Air Force in England during WWII. Sarah lives in California with her husband and three children. This is her first novel. For more info please visit her website at www.sarahsundin.com!

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Tame a Dragon

2010-04-19T10:45:00.000-07:00

I finally saw How to Train Your Dragon last week and was pleasantly surprised. I expected a typical kids’ movie—sweet story, fun characters that would also inspire creative Happy Meal toys, great animation, and enough potty humor to make me groan, “Why do they always have to ruin movies? Now, Mom, my sisters, and I will spend the rest of the afternoon correcting the kids, when they start repeating all the butt jokes.”

Instead, I got caught up in the exciting plot, lovable characters, toilet-talk-free humor, and an unexpected messaged about the power of kindness.

In case you haven’t seen the movie yet, I won’t give too much away, other than that the main character, Hiccup, does not seem to have what it takes to be a Viking/Dragon killer. In a village that lives in fear of fire-breathing dragons, he is an embarrassment to his father and a joke among his friends. Hiccup is determined to prove himself by killing his first dragon. When he gets his chance, it becomes clear that he has a much more impressive gift than the ability to run a dragon through with his sword. He spends over half of the storyline trying to hide the evidence. A kind gentle spirit might come in handy when befriending one dragon, but it’ll only make life worse at home and among his fellow Vikings-in-training.

I really related to Hiccup. I have never been bold and was often criticized while growing up for being “too nice.” As an adult some friends called me “too sensitive.” I hated it! Why couldn’t I toughen up? But just as Hiccup discovered the strength that lurked behind his supposed weakness, God continues to teach me that being nice—even too nice—is hardly something to be ashamed of.

Proverbs 15:1 says, “A gentle answer turns away rage, but a harsh word stirs up anger.” I have found this to be true many times. When has anger helped solve a conflict? Then again, when have I seen kindness trigger surprising results? When have I been tempted to say “what needs to be said,” only to receive a nudge from God to back off and see Him use my willingness to be kind for good?

Today, I think I'll see what happens if I try taming life’s dragon’s through a gentle approach instead of slaying them. Obviously this doesn’t mean letting people walk all over me or putting up with abuse. But what might happen if I refuse to respond to criticism with a harsh comeback, speak calmly when I'm tempted to snap, or do something nice for someone who hasn’t been so nice to me?

Amazing what a kids' movie can inspire.

Songbird Under a German Moon

2010-04-02T10:20:00.000-07:00

The year is 1945. The war is over and 21-year-old Betty Lake has been invited to Europe to sing in a USO tour for American soldiers who now occupy Hitler's Germany. The first nights performance is a hit. Betty becomes enthralled with the applause, the former Nazi-held mansion they're housed in and the attention of Frank Witt, the US Army Signal Corp Photographer. Yet the next night this songbird is ready to fly the coop when Betty's dear friend, Kat, turns up missing. Betty soon realizes Franks photographs could be the key to finding Kat. Betty and Frank team up against post-war Nazi influences and the two lovebirds' hearts may find the answers...in each other.
But will they have a chance for their romance to sing? The truth will be revealed under a German moon.

Songbird Under a German Moon is the latest novel by Tricia Goyer. I so enjoyed the journey through Post World War II Germany, an era rarely explored in fiction. Betty's experience offers an exciting glimps into the life of those who served our military through the USO. This novel is not nearly as intense as Tricia's past books but I liked it just as much. What a great read for those who love historical fiction and savor the talent of Trica Goyer!

About Tricia:Tricia Goyer is the author of twenty books including From Dust and Ashes, My Life UnScripted, and the children's book, 10 Minutes to Showtime. She won Historical Novel of the Year in 2005 and 2006 from ACFW, and was honored with the Writer of the Year award from Mt. Hermon Writer's Conference in 2003. Tricia's book Life Interrupted was a finalist for the Gold Medallion in 2005. In addition to her novels, Tricia writes non-fiction books and magazine articles for publications like Today's Christian Woman and Focus on the Family. Tricia is a regular speaker at conventions and conferences, and has been a workshop presenter at the MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) International Conventions. She and her family make their home in the mountains of Montana. Find out more about her and her books at www.TriciaGoyer.com

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Taking My Own Advice

2010-03-20T11:27:00.000-07:00

I was a day late posting on another blog because I got caught in the frenzy of preparing for a big writers’ conference. For the second year in a row I’m on staff, which I love! I am in charge of a program for first-time attendees, called The Buddy System. First-timers are matched with those who have attended before so they can have all of their questions and fears addressed before they arrive.

With the conference only a few days away, I have been throwing out a lot of advice. At the same time I’m recognizing that I need to take that same advice myself.

“Try not to arrive at the conference exhausted. If you can get some rest beforehand, do it. At least take it slow, knowing that once you arrive at Mount Hermon you’ll be running non-stop.”
But do I do this? Of course not! Between getting projects done ahead of time so I don’t have to worry about them at the conference, coordinating things like transportation and childcare, and conference prep, I’m running non-stop until I head out the door.

“Go with realistic expectation. Focus on learning instead of on selling an editor on your project.”
I was doing really well in this department until I got a rejection from an editor who was consider one of my book proposals and decided to take it to the conference.

This morning I am asking God to calm my heart and refocus my perspective. If I’m going to give advice, I better be taking it!

Why I Love New Writers

2010-03-01T17:06:00.000-08:00

A little over a week ago I had the fun of teaching at the Castro Valley Christian Writers’ Seminar. This is a conference that attracts a lot of beginning writers. Today, as I continued work on a buddy program for the upcoming Mount Hermon Christian Writer’s Conference, I couldn’t help reflecting on why I love new writers.

New writers . . .
Remind me of those wonderful “firsts”—the first writers’ conference, first finished manuscript, first submission, first acceptance—when everything about the writing life was exciting.
Remind me how blessed I am to be part of the writing world.
Keep me on my toes. If I give them advice and instruction, I better be applying it too!
Keep me wondering which of the eager faces in my workshops will write the next run-away bestseller.
Encourage me. They may not know it but every thank-you and note of appreciation for a workshop or critique lifts me, especially on those days when I’m questioning my gift or calling.

Thank you to all the new writers out there who have inspired and encouraged me by taking my workshops and trusting me with your precious stories. I look forward to what God will do through you!

Thin Places

2010-02-12T11:07:00.000-08:00

When I started reading Mary DeMuth’s memoir Thin Places I knew enough about this incredible author to expect chapters about her difficult childhood, which included sexual abuse, the death of her father, a mother who divorced multiple times, parental neglect, and exposure to drugs. However, I did not expect to relate so much to her journey or to the many “thin places” where God made Himself so beautifully real to her.

Thin places are described as “snatches of holy ground, tucked into a corner of our world, where we might just catch a glimpse of eternity.” This book goes far deeper than Mary’s personal story and all that she endured while growing up. Jesus and her growth in Him shines through all of that, thanks to her attention to how He reveals the sacred even in excruciating emotional pain. As a result, I couldn’t help reflecting on my own childhood, teen years, and adulthood and tracing how God drew me to His side, held my hand through darkness, loved me through mistakes and painful seasons of growing, and continues to use flawed, needy, insecure me. Mary’s courageous willingness to share her life in all its raw detail, including the shattering experience of rape, the affects of childhood exposure to pornography, battles with legalism, and inner struggles with that natural human desire for attention, freed me to face my own secret struggles, knowing I wasn’t alone. I can’t track how many times I smiled with relief at a page of her book thinking, thank you, God; I’m not the only one!

Thin Places is beautifully written, honest, and engrossing. While some chapters (particularly those having to do with her abuse) are gut-wrenching to read, they are clearly necessary and add to the triumph as God’s healing hand moved through each phase of one woman’s life.

Thank you to Zondervan publishers for providing me with a copy of Thin Places to review.

To find this book on Amazon, click on the title of today's blog.
To learn more about Mary, visit her website at http://www.marydemuth.com.

Do You Need a Gift for Someone Over 55?

2010-02-05T14:50:00.000-08:00

Last week I had the honor of receiving the first hot-off-the-press copy of my friend Diane Harper's first book. Nothing Between: A Devotional for Seniors is a book that I got to watch evolve from the first chapter brought to our critique group. But I don't recommend this book just because the author is a friend, or even because I edited the first draft. It really is a wonderful devotional.

Nothing Between brings the issues that seniors face--aging, retirement, and change, along with universal struggles with relationships, finding God's will, and abiding in Christ--into the light of God's Word. In addition to the typical true-to-life stories, Scripture, and prayers that we expect to see in devotional books, readers also receive thoughts for the week, which include space for recording experiences and reflections. Diane incorporates stories and struggles from her own life, showing readers that she has been where they are and seen God work magnificently.

So if you are a senior looking for a devotion that speaks to your needs, or know someone over 55, find a copy of Nothing Between. It is available through Amazon or WinePress Publishing Group.

Sharing a Friend's Success

2010-01-28T13:33:00.000-08:00

Last night my friend Diane pulled me aside after choir practice and placed a package in my hands.

“I wanted you to have the first copy.” Her first book was finally in print! Over the past few years

I have seen this book evolve as Diane brought individual devotions to our writer’s group, asked me to edit/critique the first draft, and started submitting to publishers. I was almost as excited as I would have been over my own book. After we hugged and screamed like teenagers (well, we didn’t exactly scream), I showed it to everyone that I ran into, looked for it on Amazon, and put a shout-out on Facebook.

The funny thing is that I had been moping about my own stagnant writing career earlier in the day. Things just aren’t happening. But sharing Diane’s excitement reminded me that there is more to this writing thing than MY career. I also have the honor of helping new writers along, cheering on my fellow authors, and spreading the word about all God is doing through His children who live to put words on pages. What a privilege to have the first hot-off-the-press copy of a dear friend’s book. I will always treasure it as I savor what God taught me last night.

So while I wait for someone to grab onto one the proposals that I have circulating, may I continue to share in the joys of others. After all, isn’t that what we are called to do?

Thanks to Being Poor: 10 Things I Learned to Make

2010-01-26T15:52:00.000-08:00

I’ve always loved to cook, but our reduced income has greatly increased my kitchen repertoire. In the past year I have added the following foods to the “I can make that” list:

Potato chips
Refried beans
Ranch dressing
Hamburger/Hotdog buns
Whole wheat bread
Pizza sauce
Granola bars
Muesli cereal
Granola cereal
Whoopie pies, which are wrapped individually and look just like packaged cakes

All of these things are inexpensive to make, fun, healthier, and taste so much better! Even if our income increases I don’t plan to go back to store bought. Thank you, God, for revealing this benefit to financial difficulty.

Patience?

2010-01-05T15:47:00.000-08:00

I'm finally back after a busy time of work, Christmas programs, and holiday celebrations.

Recently I found myself in a frustrating season of waiting. My son was struggling over a decision that would affect the entire family and I didn’t want to be left hanging. While I claimed to be leaving it between him and God I continued to lay on the pressure for him to “do the right thing.” Finally God allowed me to see how important it was for my son to learn to make choices based on His leading, not whether or not he would upset people. After all, he is an adult who has a deep desire to please God. Some day he might have to choose between devotion to Christ and devotion to family and friends. It was time to let the Spirit guide him and trust him to listen to God.

In the end he made the choice that we’d all been praying for. The answer seemed to come at the last minute but it came. Immediately I recognized the benefits of getting to this moment of praise because God worked in my son’s heart, not because I nagged him into submission. We all enjoyed the results ten times more. I couldn’t help wishing that I’d backed off sooner. But at least I backed off. Of course this provided a humbling lesson in patience. While my son prayed, searched his Bible for answers, and refused to do what I thought was right as long as he had a reason to believe that God said otherwise, I (without meaning to of course) made life somewhat miserable for him, and yes, for myself. Hopefully I’ll do things differently next time. And I’m sure there will be a next time. Looking back, I did do some things that helped:
• I shared our struggle with Christian friends and asked them to pray.
• I admitted to a few that I wasn’t handling the problem well and needed prayer for my attitude and reactions.
• I asked God to help me be content no matter what my son decided. Even if I wasn’t happy, I needed to respect his choice and enjoy life anyway, trusting that he was doing what he felt led by God to do.

Next time I hope I will also:
• Refuse to let my emotions rule.
• Refuse to give in to frustration (which usually leads to lashing out in anger).
• Trust God’s timing.
• Spend more time praying for a gentle spirit as I wait and wisdom for how to handle the situation in a godly way.
• Encourage the one on the other side of the argument (in this case, my son) to seek God, assuring him of my love and trust.

Are you in a similar situation, waiting on someone else’s decision? Maybe you can learn from my experience—including the things I wish I’d done differently.

Cross-posted on Girls, God, and the Good Life

The Swiss Courier

2009-10-23T08:39:00.000-07:00

I just finished the latest novel by Tricia Goyer (this time teamed with Mike Yorkey). As always, the story had me reading until I could barely keep my eyes open. The Swiss Courier is a nail-biting tale of courage and sacrifice during one of our world’s darkest periods of history. Here is more info on this great book.

About the Book!
It is August 1944 and the Gestapo is mercilessly rounding up suspected enemies of the Third Reich. When Joseph Engel, a German physicist working on the atomic bomb, finds that he is actually a Jew, adopted by Christian parents, he must flee for his life to neutral Switzerland. Gabi Mueller is a young Swiss-American woman working for the newly formed American Office of Strategic Services (the forerunner to the CIA) close to Nazi Germany. When she is asked to risk her life to safely "courier" Engel out of Germany, the fate of the world rests in her hands. If she can lead him to safety, she can keep the Germans from developing nuclear capabilities. But in a time of traitors and uncertainty, whom can she trust along the way? This fast-paced, suspenseful novel takes readers along treacherous twists and turns during a fascinating--and deadly--time in history.

About the authors:
Tricia Goyer is the author of several books, including Night Song and Dawn of a Thousand Nights, both past winners of the ACFW's Book of the Year Award for Long Historical Romance. Goyer lives with her family in Montana. To find out more visit her website: www.thegoyers.com
Mike Yorkey is the author or coauthor of dozens of books, including the bestselling Every Man's Battle series. Married to a Swiss native, Yorkey lived in Switzerland for 18 months. He and his family currently reside in California.To find out more visit his website: www.MikeYorkey.com

BUY THE BOOK! http://www.amazon.com/Swiss-Courier-Novel-Tricia-Goyer/dp/0800733363/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1255629640&sr=8-1

Thank you to LitFuse for providing a copy of The Swiss Courier for me to review.

Savor A Slow Burn

2009-10-01T16:57:00.000-07:00

Emory Chance is suffocating in grief and guilt after the murder of her 13-year-old daughter Daisy. Why did Jed leave Daisy alone that day? How could anyone expect her to forgive him? While determined to find the killer, Emory fights the lifestyle that so often caused her to neglect Daisy, is haunted by memories of her lost daughter, and relived painful snapshots of her own loveless childhood. When disturbing intrusions jeopardize Emory’s safety, she finds a protector in Hixon Jones—a man who has vowed to keep her safe, show her the love of Jesus, and marry her. But can she accept his love, or the kindness of those who continue to reach out? Or will a long-hidden secret betrayal remove Hixon’s love, her community’s support, and any hope of healing?

A Slow Burn, Book Two in the Defiance Texas Trilogy, continues the story of a small town’s secrets and devastating loss. This sequel to Daisy Chain delves into a mother’s remorse and regret, a community’s attempts to forgive, and one man’s sacrificial love. Like all of Mary DeMuth’s books A Slow Burn is haunting and at times upsetting, but beautifully written and flowing with God’s grace. Emory Chance is woman who has failed miserably but so needs compassion—one that you want to shake one minute and comfort the next. Hixon models the devotion of Christ that she longs for but can’t seem to embrace. Like Daisy Chain, this novel does not wrap itself up in easy answers. It did, however, leave me all the more eager for Book Three.

To find A Slow Burn on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310278376

To see the A Slow Burn Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQ9c-Cfg3WY

To visit Mary DeMuth’s Website: http://marydemuth.com/

List of all participating bloggers: http://blogtourspot.com/slowburn-tour/slowburn-tour-stops

Rediscovering the Classics

2009-09-25T09:00:00.000-07:00

At my son Christian’s suggestion, I am taking a second stab at John Milton’s Paradise Lost. If you’ve never read it, the epic poem followed Satan’s fall and his attempt to thwart God’s plan by wooing man to destruction. Christian has read the book three times and lists it as one of his favorites. I, on the other hand, made several attempts at reading it but never got through the entire things. So I finally gave in. And you know what? I’m actually enjoying the story this time. I’m taking it in small digestible chunks, enjoying the language as I go, so it might take a year to get through but I WILL get through it.

Last year I accepted a similar challenge from Christian to read Beowulf. Again, I took it slowly and felt a great sense of accomplishment when I finished. Anna Karenina I went for on my own, having somehow missed it in school.

Taking on these challenging stories has rekindled my appreciation for books that always screamed “homework” during high school. They force me to slow down and focus. Unlike today’s novels that dive right into the action, classics require me to wade through back story and a bazillion character introductions first. As tempting as it is to jump ahead, I’m learning to see it as an exercise in stretching my attention span.

I’ll admit I have started some only to set them aside and ask Christian, “Does this book get better?”
“No,” He admitted in the case of Crime and Punishment and proceded to tell me the ending (I’d bought it for a quarter at a garage sale and Christian had already helped me get my money’s worth out of it by reading it for school.

But more often I’m adding to my list for the future.

If you would like to join me in rediscovering the classics try these tips:

· Choose one that isn’t too complicated. Jane Eyre, The Scarlett Letter, and My Antonia are great stories to start with.
· Try a children’s classic. You might find that you appreciate books like The Secret Garden (one of my favorite books of all time), A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, and Little Women even more as an adult.
· Tackle more complicated books in chunks and give yourself permission to take them slowly. It took me a year to get through Anna Karenina and a few months to finish Beowulf but taking my time allowed me to enjoy both.
· Read something lighter at the same time. I usually have a classic and at least one contemporary novel going at the same time. I read a chapter or section of the classic then reward myself with the fun book.

See how your appreciation for literature grows as you revisit (or discover for the first time) books that have stood the test of time.

Do You Live in a House Full of Boys?

2009-09-03T09:31:00.001-07:00

Read the following list and check all that apply to you:

You regularly replace vacuum belts thanks to sucking up Legos.

You are constantly asking yourself, what is that smell and where is it coming from?

You are the only one in your home NOT entertained by bodily functions.

You hear one crash or more per day.

Lego structures decorate your piano or knicknack shelf.

Your child's first play sound mimmicked an explosion.

You pass the little girls' section of Target and sigh before heading to the boys' jeans.

You've had to explain at least one suspicious-looking injury (i.e. a black eye, an ugly bruise on the back of the leg, or another mark that resembled child abuse) to the pediatrician.

If you checked two or more of the above you must be a mother of boys. Last week I finished reading a fun book for us girls who have the joy of raising boys. Jean Blackmer's Boy-Sterous Living: Celebrating Your Loud and Roudy Life with Sons offers a mother's perspective on being the only female in the house. Using her personal experience, in addition to tips from experts, she covers:

The importance of laughter

Why boys need adventure

How to use video games, iPods, and other electronics wisely

How to teach boys to express their feelings

Dealing with the "fear factor" of having and active boy

I found this book extremely relatable and realistic! For example, instead of advocating a ban on video games and computers, she shares how her family incorporates limits and balance, knowing that today's kids live in a technical age and need to know how to use it responsibly. I felt like I was talking to a mom from my son's school, one who has the same concerns and hopes for her sons as I do. Whether you have all boys or just one, you will enjoy this entertaining and informative read.

Boy-Sterous Living is available through Beacon Hill Press and of course Amazon or your favorite Christian bookstore.

2009-07-27T07:27:00.000-07:00

Are You Feeling Squeezed like a Lump of Play Dough?

If you're a mom, chances are you feel squished, smacked, and stretched on a daily basis. During particularly difficult seasons, it might even seem like God is flattening you with one of those plastic rolling pins, broke out the cookie cutters, or left you to dry up. Why does it feel like all of your crumbs and hard spots are being exposed when what you want is to be sculpted into something impressive? But somehow He works in all of it--from the painful life lessons to the mondain mommy moments--teaching us new things about Him and about ourselves, molding us into women that He can use for His glory.

In her newest release, Blue Like Play Dough, Tricia Goyer shares how God grew her through the ups, downs, best, and worst of being a mom. I can't say enough about how much I loved this book! If you are still raising kids or sent them into the world long ago, you will relate to this honest, inspiring memoir of parenting, family life, and spiritual growth. Here is more on Tricia, the book itself, and ordering info. Oh, and if you decide to pick up a copy, be sure to check out the Go-Go Campaign.

About the book: In the everyday stretch and squeeze of motherhood, Tricia Goyer often feels smooshed by the demands of life. In Blue Like Play Dough, she shares her unlikely journey from rebellious, pregnant teen to busy wife and mom with big dreams of her own. As her story unfolds, Tricia realizes that God has more in store for her than she has ever imagined possible.

Sure, life is messy and beset by doubts. But God keeps showing up in the most unlikely places–in a bowl of carrot soup, the umpteenth reading of Goodnight Moon, a woe-is me teen drama, or play dough in the hands of a child.

In Tricia’s transparent account, you’ll find understanding, laughter, and strength for your own story. And in the daily push and pull, you’ll learn to recognize the loving hands of God at work in your life… and know He has something beautiful in mind.

Read an excerpt: http://triciagoyer.com/cmsdocuments/Blue_Like_Play_Dough_Prologue_CH_1.pdf

About the Author: Tricia Goyer is the author of twenty books including From Dust and Ashes, My Life UnScripted, and the children's book, 10 Minutes to Showtime. She won Historical Novel of the Year in 2005 and 2006 from ACFW, and was honored with the Writer of the Year award from Mt. Hermon Writer's Conference in 2003. Tricia's book Life Interrupted was a finalist for the Gold Medallion in 2005. In addition to her novels, Tricia writes non-fiction books and magazine articles for publications like Today's Christian Woman and Focus on the Family. Tricia is a regular speaker at conventions and conferences, and has been a workshop presenter at the MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) International Conventions. She and her family make their home in the mountains of Montana.

For more on Tricia, her speaking, and her books, visit her website: Author website: http://www.triciagoyer.com/

To order the book: http://triciagoyer.com/store.html

Go-Go Campaign: Would you like to donate a book? Take part in Tricia's Go Go Program. Here's how it works. For every copy of Blue Like Play Dough purchased, she’ll donate a copy of My Life Unscripted or Generation NeXt Parenting to a pregnancy, teen or family support ministry (while supplies last).

All you have to do is buy a copy of Blue Like Play Dough on Christianbook, on Amazon, or at your local bookstore, and then go to Tricia's Go-Go page and fill out the form. EASY!

If you have already read and loved this book, leave a comment on this post. I'd love to hear from you!

Great Summer Reads!

2009-07-14T16:47:00.000-07:00

Having kids home from school for the summer, repeated trips to the ER with my husband, and a stack of assignments (thank you, God) may have kept me from blogging but it hasn’t prevented me from reading. Here are two that I have loved recently. Check out my reviews on Amazon!

Things Left Unspoken
By
Eva Marie Everson
Jo-Lynn Hunter accepts an offer to remodel her great-aunt’s house, in hopes of taking a break from her strained marriage. As the overhaul grows into an upgrade of the entire town of Cottonwood, GA, Jo-Lynn unearths long-buried family secrets.

This book made me want to pack up and move to the south so I could find a “Big House” to explore. Eva Marie Everson creates a cast of characters that left me wondering if I was reading a book or watching a movie.

Through the Fire
By
Shawn Grady
Aiden O’Neill has a sixth sense for fighting fires. When a reckless move almost costs a rookie his life, Aiden begins to question everything—until a series of fires sweeps through the city of Reno. Could the arson hold the answer to his father’s tragic death?

Debut novelist Shawn Grady is Reno firefighter and paramedic with a gift for drawing the reader right into the fire!

Both books can be found on Amazon, Christianbooks.com, or your local bookstore.

Are You Walking Through a Valley

2009-03-27T16:02:00.000-07:00

I just opened the mail box and received a copy of Jerry Beaver's debut book, Walking Through the Valleys of Life, based on Psalm 23. I had the pleasure of editing this book so it's special to me. But I would enjoy it even if I hadn't had a part in watching it take shape. Here is a little summery from the author:

"This book is based on the well-known Twenty-third Psalm, written about the life of the Shepherd and His sheep. Walking Through the Valleys of Life is geared for the Christian struggling in a trial and long valley. There are practical and scriptural insights throughout the book, leading readers to keep looking to the Lord and His perfect will in their dark times. Supplemental study guides are included, so that readers can study further in depth and journal their personal application. These study supplements are also outlines that a pastor can teach from during Wednesday night prayer meetings or can use for Sunday school lessons. Once a book is purchased, a link will be provided to download the study guides so that one can customize them to their own preaching style. The book has been professionally edited and designed. All Scriptures are taken out of the King James Bible. Walking Through the Valleys of Life is now available for purchase. I invite you to go to the website, http://walkingthroughthevalleysoflife.com and take a look inside the book, and consider making this book a part of your resources."

Walking Through the Valleys of Life is for anyone who needs a reminder that we don't face trials alone.

I’m Finally Back . . . and with a Great New Book to Announce

2009-03-09T16:43:00.000-07:00

Family stuff has kept me from posting for quite awhile but what a jumpstart I got today! I just finished Mary DeMuth’s new novel, Daisy Chain, Book 1 in the Defiance Texas Trilogy, and it’s my turn to spread the word.

I met Mary a few years ago at the Mount Hermon Christian Writer’s Conference. A year later I became an official fan, when I read her beautiful debut novel, Watching the Tree Limbs. Since then she has become a precious sister in Christ who I admire for her honesty, love for Jesus, and courageous writing. If you have read any of Mary’s books you know that she has a gift for crafting stories and characters that personify her passion for “turning trials into triumph.”

Her new novel, Daisy Chain, is described as “like an Oprah book with hope.” I knew I was in trouble as soon as I read page one. All responsibilities and need for sleep went out the window as I got sucked into Defiance Texas 1977 and the sudden disappearance of thirteen-year-old Daisy Chance. My heart broke for her best friend Jed as he took on the blame for her disappearance, listened to town gossip about Daisy’s mother, tried to find clues to Daisy’s whereabouts in her diary, and endured the daily pain of his own family secret. I quickly fell in love with Jed’s sensitive sister Sissy, Hixon, and “Bald Muriel.” Other characters I struggled to understand or even like. But all became so real to me that I often felt like I was watching a movie instead of reading a book. Daisy Chain stirred every emotion. I laughed, got angry and choked back tears, sometimes all in one chapter, but I couldn’t get off the roller coaster until I saw God’s healing work in Jed’s life.

This story reminded me that redemptions has more to do with what God does inside of a person, and how He draws hearts to Himself, than everything turning out as we think it should. Daisy Chain isn't always easy to read but it reflects reality—that we live in a fallen world where tragedy hits unexpectedly, people are cruel, and God’s ways don’t always make sense, but we can still have hope. The fact that this is Book 1 in a triology left me with the sense that we never know what the future holds. The end of the book doesn't mean the end of the story, just like in life. Most importantly, Jesus’ love, goodness, and salvation radiates in Jed’s life-changing journey.

To read more about Mary and her books, visit her website and blog.
Mary DeMuth’s Website
Mary DeMuth’s Blog

To purchase Daisy Chain on Amazon: Daisy Chain

To read other review on the Daisy Chain blog tour, participants are listed here: http://blogtourspot.com/daisy-blog-tour/daisy-blog-tour-stops

If you are on Facebook and see references to Mary’s “Two Truths and One Lie” game, be sure to participate.

Penny’s Project: Better than Therapy

2008-09-30T13:33:00.000-07:00

First, let me say that Stepping into Sunlight was one of my favorite books by Sharon Hinck (next in line: The Secret Life of Becky Miller which had me laughing so hard that I had to stop reading it while monitoring the nap room at the preschool I worked for at the time). While I’d never witnessed a violent crime as Penny did, I could relate to the debilitating effects of Post Traumatic Stress, and the depression and anxiety that come with it. Like Penny, I often found comfort in doing kind things for others.

After reading and loving the book I took Sharon’s challenge to put Penny’s Project into action. As it turned out this challenge came at a great time. Life in my house has been non-stop stress for the past several months and I had definitely hit the crash-and-burn stage. Some might have said, “Jeanette, you don’t have energy for good deeds right now. Just take care of yourself and let other people worry about being kind.” But just as in the past, when I often comforted myself by blessing others, I found that Penny’s Project was better than a trip to the counselor. Here are a few highlights from my list:

1) I was polite to a phone solicitor – I still said no to her offer, but I didn’t hang up on her, ask to be removed from her call list, or inform her that she’d interrupted dinner. I just listened, said a polite “No thank you,” and told her to have a nice evening. I figured what if I was the one who had to make a series of calls to people who didn’t want to hear from me? It might be nice to have one person who didn’t chew me out and slam the phone down. So I decided to be that person.

2) I helped a lady in the grocery store – Okay, all I really did was pluck a bag off the roller for her in the bulk food isle while getting one for myself. But she really seemed to appreciate it and on that particular day a small act of kindness really lifted my spirits.

3) I made homemade tamales – My oldest son LOVES tamales almost as much as I do and I’ve always wanted to try making them from scratch. So last week, even though I was sick and my tamale-loving son was doing a wonderful impression of a moody teenager who thought his mom was the biggest dork on the planet, I made a batch. Supposedly it’s usually a group project but I went ahead and did it myself (I made a small batch). In the process I had to borrow a streamer from a friend. When I returned it I gave her some of the tamales, tied with corn husk bow. I had so much fun that the next day I made salsa to go with them (we planted chilies in our garden for the first time this year and have them coming out of our eyeballs so I’ll look for any excuse to make use of them).

4) I sent cards – I topped off the week by sending a thank-you card to a couple that had done something kind for my family. Next I wrote a “thinking of you” note to a friend’s mother-in-law who in a nursing home.

5) I left my still-grumpy son a treat – As it turns out, my teenager is sick, so he has a good excuse to mope around speaking in grunts. To show him that we’re still friends I left a handful of mini Hershey bars by his laptop today, to find when he gets home from school. The note just says “Love Mom” signed with a smiley face. I considered adding a tongue sticking out of the smiley face’s mouth but that might count as a kind act.

It has been great fun to spread the word about Penny’s Project and Stepping into Sunlight. In fact, I already know of someone who needs this book for Christmas.

Finding the Time to Write: Part 2

2008-07-22T09:37:00.000-07:00

Last week I posted my interview with author Richard Couser. Here is a little teaser from his book. To order it visit Amazon or http://www.winepressgroup.com/.

Enjoy!

Fiction Excerpt
From
The Deuteronomy Project: A Journey into the Mind of God
Richard Couser

I found Hal in his study on a late summer evening, when the early chill of fall was in the air. He was sitting in a deep red chair, facing the hearty flames of a fireplace. A soft, dim light flowed from the floor lamp over his shoulder. Two others lamps, on a table and a desk against opposite walls, helped illuminate the room. The study walls were floor to ceiling bookcases on every side, broken only by the entrance door, two west-facing windows with small panes, and the space where his desk was set into the bookcases between the windows. Like a condensed library in an English manor house or an expanded office of a university professor, bathed in the suffused orange of gentler light, it spoke as the dwelling of one who lived by words. Hal invited me to sit in the shallower and harder green chair across from him. Would he help me study and understand Deuteronomy? I had purchased some commentaries by various academics and others about the book, and I was willing to read them—in fact I had already begun to do so. But I wasn’t getting to the spiritual heart of the book, so I pressed my case with Hal.

He needed little persuasion. He didn’t have a lot of people to pastor anymore, he told me. It would be a joy to his heart to share what he could with me. He asked me to commit to meet with him regularly and to prepare for the meetings, not just by reading Deuteronomy but by reading some background on it, studying it so we could talk at more than a superficial level. When I assured him I would, he reached for his Bible resting on a nearby table.

“Open your Bible to Deuteronomy and follow me while I read,” he said.

“Moses proclaimed to the Israelites all the Lord had commanded him concerning them. . . . The Lord our God said to us at Horeb. . . . Then, as the Lord our God commanded us. . . . When the Lord heard what you said, he was angry and solemnly swore. . . . Because of you the Lord became angry with me also and said. . . . But the Lord said to me . . .” (1:3, 6, 19, 34, 37, 42).

“You see, Chris, that’s only the first chapter of Deuteronomy, and already the words you are reading have been given six times as the very words of God. You are not reading the great American novel. And this is not a ‘page turner’ to hold you breathless until the next fictional adventure. Rather, you have come onto holy ground, where the author of all that is—the only final and ultimate reality—has shared with you a glimpse of that reality. You are peering into God’s mind more surely than the scientist who studies the far reaches of the universe through images from great satellite-mounted telescopes, or one who teases from DNA molecules the secrets of the chemistry of being. And your author is about to take you on a journey that will carry you farther and reveal more to you than journeying to outer space on a rocket ship.

“Contemplate the very term word. The acts of creation themselves occur as spoken word—‘God said’—let there be light, an expanse between the waters, dry ground, living creatures, man in our image. God reveals himself to humanity through both word and deed, but the deeds in turn are remembered and told and retold through the word. Word is communication, and communication is the essence of the triune God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. ‘Word’ expresses thought, logic, rationality, relationship, feeling, and finally becomes the expression of God himself: ‘In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.’ It is in this—the living Word—that all things hold together. Martin Luther wrote, ‘But to hear God is bliss, even if He were to sound out the same syllable all the time.’2 “In your soul, you have sensed what ‘the words’ really are and are really about. You’re afraid to see God. You’re afraid to know him. That’s why you’re stuck in your journey. You aren’t the first, but you have this—few who read these words have any understanding of the Awesome Presence in which they stand. You have felt the fire and seen the cloud. Don’t turn back. Press on!”

It was enough for the evening. I was seized with awe and a dread. I thanked him for his words and fled into the night journey home. Hal had pried the scales a little bit loose from my eyes. I tried to see into the dark, beyond the short range of the headlights, all the while keeping my mind on worldly things enough to stay on the right side of the road and not be blinded by the oncoming masses of glass and steel.

Finding the Time to Write

2008-07-15T14:33:00.000-07:00

Recently I had the priviledge of interviewing an amazing man named Richard Couser. Here is his story:

Perhaps you are one of the many who has said “I want to write a book about (fill in the subject),” only to lament in the same breath, “but I don’t have time.” Maybe Richard Couser’s story will give you a much-needed kick start. He managed to find the time amidst the demanding schedule of life as an attorney and partner in a law firm. For his first book with WinePress Publishing this Concord, New Hampshire resident chose a topic not often tackled in fiction—the Old Testament book of Deuteronomy.

“I didn’t want to write another commentary on Deuteronomy. I figured there are enough of those.” He should know—Richard has over 70 books on Deuteronomy in his library. Instead, understanding that people respond to story in a unique way, he chose to weave it into the lives of two true-to-life characters.

The Deuteronomy Project: A Journey into the Mind of God centers on the mentoring relationship between Chris, a young lawyer seeking a deeper understanding of his Christian faith, and Hal, a retired pastor. The two men read through Deuteronomy and in the process take a journey that allows Chris and others to see how this ancient book applies to their contemporary lives. When asked if he patterned the characters after real people, Richard admits, “I’m Chris.” Hal, he says, is based on many pastors and mentors he has known throughout his life. And his life is as interesting as a book. He is certainly no stranger to the discipline and perseverance that it takes to write.

Raised in Lebanon, New Hampshire by working class parents, Richard earned a work study scholarship to the prestigious Phillips Exeter Academy. “My main job was doing dishes. That’s how I covered my tuition.” He recalls the challenge of living and going to school with teens from more privileged backgrounds. He had to work and earn his way through while they didn’t. But he did get involved and make friends, his closest friendship being with a Porto Rican student, also attending Exeter on work study. “Of course I went to Exeter in the late fifties so things were pretty different,” Couser says. “Now the school is much more balanced when it comes to race and social status” Couser says.

In the end Richard’s hard work paid off when he got another scholarship, this time to Yale University. His studies at Yale prompted him to choose law and accept another incredible opportunity—Stanford Law School. “I chose law late in the game. When it came time to graduate and decide what to do next I saw that my interests pointed to a career as a lawyer. I had many offers but chose Stanford for the chance to go to California.” It was there that he reconnected with an old friend from New Hampshire. Linda had moved to San Francisco about the same time that Richard started law school.

“Linda was instrumental in me growing in faith and going from the point of saying ‘I go to church so I’m a Christian,’ to being a real Christian.” Linda’s father was a minister and both lived their faith in a way that opened Richard’s eyes. Linda quickly became the love of his life. They married in 1966 and now have 2 children and seven grandchildren, including a son who followed Dad’s footsteps to Phillips Exeter and Yale.

In addition to over 30 years as a partner at D'Amante Couser Steiner Pellerin, P.A., Couser is an active member of Christian Legal Society, serving on the board for several years and as president from 1998-2000. His church work and participation in Boy Scouts and other community organizations kept him busier still. So when did he ever find time to craft a 500+ page book?

“The bulk of the writing happened during a 4-month sabbatical that the firm offers. I never would have finished without that.” Even with the sabbatical he had to discipline himself to finish, rewrite, and work the story into something that people would want to read. In the end it took nearly ten years, but he did it.

He is thrilled to see the response to The Deuteronomy Project. It has been read by his fellow lawyers, as well as non-lawyers, men and women. “People like the characters and find the subject matter interesting.” Some read it because they gravitate toward character-driven books that make them think. Others are simply interested in Deuteronomy. As Chris discovers in the story, readers see that this often underappreciated Old Testament book is still important to the contemporary Christian—that it is the basis for how God wants us to live. “It’s one of the most quoted Old Testament books.” Couser points out. “Jesus and Paul both refer to it often in their teaching.”

This week Richard is signing and promoting The Deuteronomy Project at the International Retail Show in Orlando, Florida. He looks forward to seeing what God will do with the results of his ten years of making the time to write.

Tune in next week for an excerpt from the book.

They Had to Make a Rule

2008-05-23T10:24:00.000-07:00

In case you were wondering, here are a few things that you CANNOT sell on Craigslist:

Obscene material
Stolen property
Weapons
Offers for illegal activity
Illegal drugs
Blood or body fluids
Body parts
Household pets (including their blood, fluids or parts)
Burglary tools
False ID cards
And my favorite: “Restricted or regulated plants and insects, including but not limited to noxious weeds, endangered plant species, or live insects or pests”

There are more but these are the most amusing. To think they had to make a rule against selling body parts online! This leads me to believe that someone has tried. Imagine:
One leg in “like new” condition; $200 or best offer; pictured toe ring not included; cash only

So what does this have to do with the theme “Declaring His Marvelous Work?” Life has been stressful and this bit of useful information provided me with a much-needed laugh this morning. God knew that I needed to crack up over something ridiculous.

I found this list while searching Craigslist for instructions on how to sell items. I guess I better scratch my platelets and those noxious weeds that I dug out of the backyard off the list.

A Reminder that He Cares

2008-05-05T16:12:00.000-07:00

Two weeks ago my cat, Lucia, ran away from home. I don’t know if it was the earthquakes we’ve been having (I live in Reno where we’ve had literally hundreds in the past few weeks), if she’d had enough of the dog getting in her face, or both. But one night she took off across the backyard and the next day we couldn’t find her anywhere.

Lucia has been my baby for years. She lays with me when I’m not feeling well, rests on my desk, licks my hair to get attention (okay, that’s a little annoying), and is incredibly sweet. I missed her like crazy. We put up posters, called the animal shelter, alerted friends to keep an eye out for a beautiful tortoise shell cat, everything. We prayed and prayed, “Please help Lucia find her way home.” Ten days later, Lucia (also known as The Queen, Lady Lucia, and Santa Lucia) had not returned. I finally had to accept that she was probably gone for good. Our house backs up to the freeway, our neighborhood is full of dog, it’s not unusual for coyotes to wander down out of the hills, and Lucia is declawed.

Knowing how upset I was my husband presented me with an extra special birthday gift on Thursday. You guessed it: I opened the box to find a new cat—velvet black with piercing green eyes. Deep down I wasn’t quite ready to accept a new Queen. But knowing that he meant to be sweet I doted over her and dubbed her Tatiana (also known as The Grand Duchess, or Tati, which is Nathan’s name for her). After a few minutes I said . . .

“Norm, what if Lucia comes home?”

“J, come on. There is no way.”

Yep, you guessed it again: we found Lucia that same night. I think she smelled an intruder. She’d lost a little weight, was dirty and scared, but our baby was in one piece! And she was home! I considered it my birthday gift from God.

Lucia has become my reminder that God really does care. He took care of her for 10 days. He answered our prayers just when we’d given up on the idea of ever seeing her funny multi-covered face again.

So now, the question remains, what to do with the Grand Duchess. Our house is pretty overrun with animals. But I’m tempted to keep her too. Lucia can be my reminder that God cares and Tatiana can remind me that, even on those days when it seems like he doesn’t get me at all, my husband cares too.

What are your recent reminders that God cares and hears your prayers? I’d love to hear about them!

Cross-posted on Girls, God and the Good Life

Marriage for OUR Generation

2008-04-01T17:33:00.000-07:00

Yes, I know, it has been ages since I posted anything on this blog. Life has been crazy. But I have had time to read some great books, including Tricia Goyer’s Generation NeXt Marriage: The Couple’s Guide to Keeping it Together—a marriage book especially for Gen Xers. You may be wondering, who falls under the category of Gen X? Take this quiz to find out if it includes you.

True or False: It bother you that “oldies” radio stations play songs from the ’80.

When you hear songs by Journey, REO Speedwagon, Duran Duran, The Thompson Twins, and Pat Benatar in the grocery store, you . . .
A) Have no idea who is singing
B) Assume you are hearing a new (and rather annoying) song
C) Have flashbacks to your junior prom
D) Fight the urge to sing along
E) Either C or D

As a teen, your morning routine required at least 30 minutes dedicated to:
A) Working out
B) Your quiet time
C) Cramming for that day’s test
D) Increasing the height of your bangs

At least one adult compared your favorite earrings to:
A) Delicate jewels
B) Just like Grandma’s
C) Something a heathen would wear
D) Fishing lures

You knew one or more guys in high school who (choose at least 3):
o Burned his AC/DC albums in junior high because if you played them backwards you could hear satanic lyrics
o Wore eye liner
o Had spiked hair (at least 4 inches high, preferably dyed)
o Made fun of the “punkers” and “wavers” with the eye liner and spiked hair
o Had a Mohawk
o Belted out the lyrics to a certain Journey song whenever he passed a girl named Sherry

You can admit to owning at least 2 of the following items as a teen:
o Legwarmers (in various colors)
o A Velcro wallet
o A Gunne Sax dress
o An Esprit sweatshirt (with the word ESPRIT proudly plastered across your chest)
o The soundtrack to Flashdance, Pretty in Pink, Purple Rain, and/or The Breakfast Club
o Candies sneakers
o A Swatch Watch
o Several issues of Tiger Beat magazine

True or False: You couldn’t understand why John Houghs movies never received Oscar nods

Post the answers as comments please!

Now, on to Tricia’s book. If the above quiz brought back memories then you are a Gen Xer. Be proud as you recall those hideous hairstyles and eye shadow shades! Chances are, you have grown up (although hearing the B52s will always make you want to dance—“Down . . . down . . . down . . . “). Now you are the mom or dad screening music lyrics and saying things like, “You are not leaving the house looking like THAT.” Instead of singing “White Wedding” you have a photo album filled with pictures of your own big day. Your dreams of what marriage would be like have either been surpassed, dashed, or a little of both.

In fact, Tricia has an entire chapter dedicated to “Dealing with Unexpected Expectation in the Reality of Marriage.” Boy could I relate to that one. When my husband Norm and I got engaged, I imagined many things that didn’t happen. Was I disappointed? Sometimes. But I have a feeling that Norm had some unfulfilled expectations as well. Generation NeXt Marriage gave me some great insight into how to handle those unrealistic expectations (because we never stop having them). That’s actually an area where I decided to do some work, using Tricia’s tips. She also tackles issues like dealing with our past (face it, we can all list things we aren’t proud of—and I’m not just talking about that pokatot poofy skirt or the old diary that expressed your secret desire to be Debbie Gibson), Intimacy, and “Taking Care of You.”

Written from the experiences (good and not-so-pretty) of one Gen Xer to another, the book weaves in relatable stories, trivia, biblical principles, and tips that both men and women can draw from. Oh, and like in Generation NeXt Parenting, she includes comments from everyday people—including me and Norm!

For more on this great book, check out these links:
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Buy the book: http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?e=001DZmodJgjD-dZtcX4UPPOh5bYBtC6en7CeskIr2cOEfNGOtJffPqtxyHO3j6kDzuKP6kGAx4o2t5lYd0rGNEb1IJdXv-lOTttpY-j69fBpiA_0oZTa7ffH7h10Zm8MMyua7s4P1TDITy6dcEoikrn9SaP6ptO1fqSV85vp7lJVlJ4AUe7wf0wWObNH8LVOUt1WkscDL-mvYMFX4FUwHoJco12tUjHwzRK

Tricia's website: http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?e=001DZmodJgjD-f8e0vfhmQp7A0Ji7SK17Q44sb9d54g-MRmdtw_ljyHWL19JmOPn17hXTdcBl6ZFh75FK47ZOn9NrFi5Mm4wwcYoC0xXDXszhtRB3yRWc5xog==

Some Friend

2008-01-07T20:35:00.000-08:00

This is Belle, my son Christian’s new dog. Although she is almost 50 pounds she seems to think she’s a lap dog. She also lives under the delusion that our two cats, Lucia and Princess, want to be her friends. Lucia is warming up to Belle a bit. Princess, on the other hand, hisses and arches her back whenever Belle comes within 20 feet of her personal space.

Princess’s new favorite routine is to sit on the highest shelf she can find in order to make herself taller and more threatening. But Belle refuses to give up. She is a needy dog with separation anxiety and wants companionship. She looks up at Princess with her big brown eyes as if to say, “Why can’t we all just get along? I’m really very nice.”

I even went so far as to remind Princess that she has no room to think of herself as superior. “You come from the same background, you know. Same shelter and everything.”

This afternoon Princess and Belle had an inevitable standoff. They met unexpectedly in the laundry room. I noticed, right off the bat that Princess didn’t look quite as confident without the added height that a book shelf provided.

“Not feeling quite so cocky now, are you, Princess?” I teased.

She looked at me like she wanted to hiss, “Why don’t you shut up!”

Then, in one heart-stopping moment, Belle tried to take advantage and step a little closer, Princess made a run for it by jumping over Belle, Belle defended herself against the oncoming attack by standing to her full height, causing Princess to miss the hurdle, and she ended up clawing her way over Belle’s back. Both ran from the scene in a flurry of hisses and yelps.

Now Belle trembles in fear at the sight of Princess. She doesn’t even need to arch her back. But Belle still gives her the sad eyes. She still wants to be friends. Unfortunately, the feeling isn’t mutual and probably never will be. I can’t help wondering, why won’t she give up and just be happy with the idea that Lucia sorta likes her and has come within inches of touching noses with her? Lucia doesn’t hiss half as much (only when Belle tries too hard or barges in when Lucia is getting the affection—see, told you she was needy) and doesn’t have back-mauling claws like Princess does. Lucia is sweet; Princess is . . . I’m sorry to say . . . a little brat. Even when she gets cut down to size as she did in the laundry room, she still cops an attitude around the tender newcomer.

It reminded me of the times in sixth grade when I tried very hard to gain acceptance from the “cool group” in my class even though half the girls in it were snots. Then there was the time in high school dance class when a group of girls snubbed me for NOT snubbing someone else and I still wanted them as friends (again, because I considered them cool, even though, when I think about it now, they weren’t really, only good at making people think they were). And then there was the time when . . . Well, maybe I better stop. This is enough proof that I have a pretty pathetic background when it comes to one-sided friendships.

I almost want to say, “Belle, Honey, you deserve so much better. Give it up.” I’m sure she’ll continue to learn the hard way, as I did. But she is only a dog and I’m an adult human being who knows better. Watching Belle is a good reminder to take the precious friendships that God has sent me instead of attempting to hang on to something that is one-sided, or even damaging. Thankfully, there is nobody like that in my life now, but I’ve had more than my share. Praise God for learning experiences that showed me, “Don’t bother with those that hiss and arch there backs and claw their way over you. You deserve better!”

And so do you!

Cross Posted on my new blog, Worth It! (YourWorthInChrist.blogspot.com)

When You Can’t do what You Planned

2008-01-05T10:55:00.000-08:00

This weekend we are putting away Christmas decorations. It’s hard to believe that the season is over. It was actually a strange one for us because one person or another has been sick since before Thanksgiving. For most of December the sick one was me! Perhaps you have already discovered this from experience—that when Mom is sick many things fall apart. For us it was our typical Christmas routine.

At first I felt too awful to care about what I missed out on. A few times, however, I felt extremely bummed out. I didn’t have energy to bake cookies for friends or write Christmas cards. I had to skip the choir Christmas party and even the Christmas Eve service. After awhile I decided to avoid wallowing in disappointment and consider the things that I got to do instead.

I didn’t bake cookies for all my friends but, on a day when I had the energy, did dip chocolate pretzels for friends who had helped get my son to and from school, took him to a birthday party, and helped my family in other ways.

I had an opportunity to see that friends and family members really do understand when you are too doped up on pain killers and a brain-zapping infection to write cards. I don’t know why I felt to let off the hook. I would completely understand if the situation were reversed. But it served as a nice reminder. And there was an “instead” here too—the few that I did hand out or send were to very special.

True, I missed out on some fun events, but I also did a lot less running around. I was basically forced to have a quiet Christmas. And you know what? It was kind of nice. I read a book, watch a lot of old movies with my family, played games with my 5-year-old, and had time to reflect.

So looking back the change in routine turned into quite a blessing.

I’m sure you know this already but life often throws unwanted twists. Plans suddenly have to change. Things that we were looking forward to must be cancelled, put off, or enjoyed by others without us. How do we handle it? Sure we mope and maybe even cry, which is completely normal, but what about after that? Think of a time when changing plans allowed you to do something that might not have been possible otherwise. The next time that circumstances change you plans or traditions, pay attention to what you get to do instead.

Happy New Year,
Jeanette

Cross posted on Girls, God and the Good Life

Some Seasonal Questions to Ponder

2007-12-19T09:19:00.000-08:00

Holidays like Christmas cause many of us to pause and reflect. Being one who thinks a bit too much sometimes I thought I’d pass some of my less serious Christmas ponderings your way.
Such as . . .

1) Why is it that when I am looking for a box of plain old peppermint candy canes all I can find are pina colada, cherry, or cinnamon? Yesterday I needed candy canes for a recipe and found a shelf displaying every flavor imaginable EXCEPT peppermint. In fact, the only peppermint candy available in the store was a gigantic $3 bag of Starlight mints. I passed them up and decided to “borrow” some from our Christmas tree and replace them with the strawberry ones that my husband bought by accident. I couldn’t justify buying $3 worth of mints that I planned to smash to bits.

Which brings me to Part 2: why do I insist on replacing candy canes that I take from the tree? Nobody eats them! It feels too much like eating ornaments. After the tree comes down nobody is in the mood for sucking on candy canes because it’s no longer Christmas. Still I can’t bring myself to toss them with the wrapping paper and squashed boxes. That’s wasting and what about all those starving children who never get candy canes and would love to have ours? So instead of wasting right away I put them in the snack cupboard to be ignored until next year when I can toss them without guilt because “those candy canes are a year old!” It makes no sense.

Okay, on to deeper questions:

2) How did the song “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer” even become a hit? I’m trying to picture the record producer who discovered that particular performer. Did he find him singing away in a club and say, “Man, you’re talented. That voice—it’s amazing. And those lyrics! What a powerful story they tell. You’re gonna be a star.” What happened there?

3) Why is it that I never tire of torturing my husband and oldest son with the following tree-decorating tradition?
As soon as I hang our silver bell ornament I give it a jingle and announce to my teenage son, “Listen, Christian, an angel just got his wings.” I get eye rolls and groans every time. Nathan thinks it’s hilarious but he’s five. It won’t last long. Yet I must do it. It’s not Christmas until I’ve jingled the bell and said that ridiculous line that is so biblically false. Why not something a bit more . . . I don’t know . . . a bit more Christian like telling the story of the candy cane as we hang them or sharing the spiritual significance of tree garland (certainly there is one)?

4) Why are Russian tea cakes always on our menu when we aren’t Russian? One of these days my kids will want to know and I won’t have an answer. Maybe it’s the festive snowball appearance or the fact that they require five ingredients and very little effort but look like I slaved away to make something that looked so seasonally appropriate. All I know is I’m not allowed at my parents’ family gathering without them.

5) Where did the little drummer boy come in? Did he arrive with the shepherd or the wise men?

6) I know the story behind Santa but what warped individual thought up reindeer and elves? Scarier still, how is it that, at some point most of us fell for it as kids? And why is it that we all wanted such a creepy story to be true? Seriously, if I even saw a fat guy peering through my window so he could see me while sleeping, and certainly if I saw him diving down my chimney, I’d call the police, presents or no presents.

7) Why does someone always get sick at Christmas? I’m currently recovering from a kidney infection, my son from a second bout with strep throat and my husband from that lovely cold/cough combo. I’m relieved in a way because it means we’ll be healthy for the big day. But if nobody had been to the doctor with something by now I’d be worried about what awaited us next week. If we have a healthy Christmas season I thank God but I also dread what the New Year will bring. I must admit that when Christmas rolls around I think, oh boy, what illness will it be this year? But why can’t everyone get sick on Groundhogs’ Day instead?

8) Finally, why is it that no matter how hard I try, no matter how determined I am to do otherwise, I always lose perspective at some point. On December 1 I vow to enjoy the season and remember Who it is about. By mid-month I am stressed out, up to my eyeballs in lists, behind on the shopping that I’d planned to do less of, and yes, secretly wondering what I’ll get. Perspective returns on Christmas Eve when I attend the evening candlelight service. I walk away wishing I’d paid more attention to Jesus before that night . . . taken more time to reflect and remember why He came. Now that I’m aware of it I’m trying to make a daily discipline of focusing on Christ at some point. Still, I could do more of it.

So what are your Christmas questions, funny or serious? I’d love to hear them.

Who thought up those fruit flavored candy canes anyway?

Merry Christmas!
Jeanette

(cross posted on Girls God and the Good Life)

Get Your Kids Engaged!

2007-11-28T09:21:00.000-08:00

No, I don’t mean THAT kind of engaged. I mean engaged as in engaged in conversation—engaged in something that does not require batteries—engaged in the real, exciting world.
My friend and fellow author Mary DeMuth wrote a great article on this subject and offered to share it. You'll find it below. She even included a contest as a little insentive. Here’s how it works: if you have a fun, creative or interesting dinner conversation-starter question visit this link by December 20 and share it with Mary (the link also appears in the body of her article) http://relevantblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/win-150-conversation-starters.html.
If she selects yours as the winner you will receive a set of 150 conversation starters. They're great! I have a set.

Enjoy the article!

One of the questions author Mary DeMuth (Authentic Parenting in a Postmodern Culture) gets asked in radio interviews is this: What can a parent do to help kids filter their media intake? Her answer: Strategically engage. The following is five ways to help re-engage your kids in a media-saturated culture

Five Ways to Engage Disengaged Kids
By Mary E. DeMuth

In a world of Halo, iphones, and IM, how do parents strategically engage their tuned-out kids? How can we create the kinds of homes that are irresistible to our children, enticing enough to make them tune out from games, media and texting and tune in to the rhythms of family life? Five ways.

One: Offer ‘em Something Better

The most enticing thing to a kid is community—real, authentic, God-breathed community. To create this, learn to do the following:

Say you’re sorry when you’re wrong and ask forgiveness.
Strive to become the person you want your child to become. Practice reconciliation, open communication, and serving each other.
Listen, really listen to your kids. Give them eye-time. Don’t uh-huh their concerns, but strive to ask great questions to draw them out. Be willing to share your own struggles with your kids.
Plan meal times together. And when you do, talk! One way to foster great communication is to have questions already prepared. For a sample, click here: http://www.marydemuth.com/files/Qsample.pdf. To purchase all 150, click here: http://www.marydemuth.com/store.php. To win them, click here: http://relevantblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/win-150-conversation-starters.html
Have an unplug day—no phones, TV, gaming systems, and return to old fashioned board games, taking walks outside, and reading together.
Resist DVDs in the minivan. Try books on tape instead—a wonderful way to engage your child’s mind. Discuss the book afterward.
Welcome others into your home. Be the house all the kids want to congregate in.

Two: If You Can’t Beat ‘em, Join ‘em

Our kids will see movies; they will watch TV shows. Instead of always pushing against that, sit down next to your child and watch shows and movies together. Then use the time afterwards to discuss these questions:

What is the worldview of this movie?
What kind of person is the main character? Is she someone you want to be like?
What lies does this movie perpetuate?
What does this show say about materialism?
What part of this movie showed God’s love?

Strategically engaging alongside our kids in the very thing we’re leery of does two things: It shows our kids we are willing to sacrifice our own desires to spend time with them. And it helps prepare them to better discern the movies and media they watch.

Three: Explore Different Ways to Celebrate Sabbath

Taking time away from the crazy rush-rush of a media saturated world is a counter-cultural move your family can take. Choose a day or afternoon for rest. Limit media that day. Choose to engage in artistic, creative endeavors together:

If a child loves music, encourage him to write a song or create an unusual soundtrack.
Supply kids with all sorts of visual arts tools: paint, brushes, magazines, pens, glue, and let them create. If you need focus, think of five families or friends who need to be encouraged, then create cards for each one.
Let your kids have free reign of the video camera. Encourage them to make a movie. Then watch it together as a family, complete with popcorn.
Pull out that karaoke machine.
Read together.
Do a puzzle or play board games.

Four: Go Outside

We are a disconnected culture, defining ourselves by the great indoors and cyberworlds. To combat that in your family, dare to open the front door and walk on out. Take strolls with your kids. Find a local park or wilderness preserve to poke around in. Hike together. Feed the ducks. Launch rockets. Play Frisbee. Kick the ball around. Ride bikes. Pick up garbage along the road. Skateboard. Make going outside as much of a habit as going outside.

Five: Focus Outward

Computers and movies and TV and phones focus us inward. Instead, seek to find ways to focus your family outward toward the needs of the world. Sponsor a child in a third world country. Go on a mission trip as a family and take a year together to plan it. Find a cause to support—like digging wells in Africa or alleviating AIDS. Volunteer at a nursing home. Muddying our feet and hands in the real needs of the world gives kids a greater picture of the world and pulls them away from the artificial, often narcissistic world they live in.

It is possible to re-engage your disengaged child. It takes effort, creativity and pluck, but it can be done. The reward? A rejuvenated, connected relationship with your child that no gadget can compare to.

Mary E. DeMuth loves to help folks turn their trials into triumphs. Her books include Ordinary Mom, Extraordinary God (Harvest House, 2005), Building the Christian Family You Never Had (WaterBrook, 2006), Watching the Tree Limbs, Wishing on Dandelions (NavPress, 2006), and Authentic Parenting in a Postmodern Culture (Harvest House 2007). A mother of three, Mary lives with her husband Patrick and their three children in Texas. They recently returned from Southern France where they planted a church. Learn more at http://www.marydemuth.com/

Tricia Goyer's Latest Novel is Here!

2007-11-20T09:06:00.000-08:00

Book 2 in Tricia Goyer's Spanish Civil War Series has hit the shelves. I'll give one thing away: the book is great and harder to put down than Book 1 (Valley of Betrayal, which you need to read first). Here is all you need to get sucked into this new book.

About Shadow of Treason
Sophie discovers that nothing is as she first imagined. When Walt, the reporter who helped her over the border, shows up again after Guernica is bombed, Sophie is given an impossible mission. She must leave behind the man she's fallen in love with and return to the person who betrayed her. Another layer of the war in Spain is revealed as Sophie is drawn into the international espionage schemes that could turn the tide of the war and help protect the soldiers from the International Brigade ... she must find a way to get a critical piece of information to Walt in time.

Read the first chapter here!

http://triciagoyer.blogspot.com/2007/09/shadow-of-treason.html
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Q and A with Tricia!

Q: A Shadow of Treason follows A Valley of Betrayal. This is the first time you've written books as a series instead of stand alone. Which way do you like better?

A: I love writing in series. It was great to continue with the same characters. In my stand-alone books I fell in love with these people and then I had to say good-bye after one book. It was wonderful to be able to continue on.

Q: In A Shadow of Treason Sophie must return to the person who betrayed her in an effort to help the Spanish people. It makes the book hard to put down because the reader has to know how Sophie's heart will deal with it. Why did you decide to make this an element of the book?

A: There are very few of us who go through life without giving away a part of our hearts to someone who didn't deserve it. Even though Sophie had the best intentions, she gave away her heart and she was hurt-not only that she must revisit those emotions.

I wanted to include this element-to delve into the topic that emotions are sometimes as big of a trap as any physical cage. Emotions are real and they guide us -- even when we don't want to admit it. Poor Sophie, not only does she have to deal with a war around her -- she also has to deal with a war within herself. It's something I've battled, and mostly likely others have too.

Q: There is an interesting element that arises in this book and that is Spanish gold. I know you can't tell us what happens in this book, but can you give us a brief history of this gold?

A: Sure. When I was researching I came upon something interesting. The Spaniards, as we know, had taken much Aztec and Inca gold during the time of the conquistadors. Well, at the start of The Spanish Civil War much of this gold was still held in Madrid. In fact Spain had the fourth largest gold reserves in the world at that time. The Republican government was afraid Franco would take the city and the gold. They had to get it out of Madrid and this included transporting priceless artifacts. The element of gold does make its way into my story. It was great to include this little-known (and true!) element into my story.

Q: Another historical fact I learned about was the Nazi involvement during this time. Not only were the Germans active in Spain, but they had spy networks busy around the world. How did you find out about this?

A: I love reading tons of research books. Usually I find one little element that I dig out and turn into a plot line. This is what happened with my plot-line for the Nazi pilot, Ritter. I dug up this bit of research of Nazi involvement in Spain -- and the United States -- because a lot of people aren't aware of the Nazi involvement prior to WWII. The truth is they were busy at work getting the land, information, and resources they needed far before they threatened the nations around them. The Germans knew what they wanted and how to get it. And most of the time they succeeded!

Q: A Shadow of Treason is Book Two. When will Book Three be out? Can you give us a hint of how the story continues?

A: Book Three is A Whisper of Freedom. It will be out February 2008. The characters that we love are all still in the midst of danger at the end of Book Two. Book Three continues their stories as we follow their journeys in -- and (for a few) out -- of Spain. It's an exciting conclusion to the series!

Q: Wow, so we have a least one more fiction book to look forward to in the near future. Are you working on any non-fiction?

A: Yes, I have two non-fiction books that will be out the early part of 2008. Generation NeXt Marriage is a marriage book for today's couples. It talks about our marriage role models, our struggles, and what we're doing right as a generation. It also gives advice for holding it together.

I've also been privileged to work on the teen edition of Max Lucado's book 3:16. It was a great project to work on. What an honor!

To Read more about Tricia visit her website and blog:

Tricia's Website:

www.triciagoyer.com

Tricia's blogs:

www.triciagoyer.blogspot.com

For a copy of Shadow of Treason, visit your local bookstore or order on Amazon

A Much Different Thanksgiving

2007-11-19T10:46:00.000-08:00

Yesterday our pastors threw a little twist into our typical church service. They took a few moments for an “open mic” time of Thanksgiving. Anyone who wanted to could share something he or she was thankful for. As I listened to those who shared I knew that I had countless reasons to be thankful this year. The side of me that loves to talk jumped up and down inside of my soul, “Oo, oo! Pick me! I have something to be thankful for! In fact, I have a bunch of stuff!” But I knew it would be best if I stayed quiet. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted share. I didn’t care to spill a lot of details or to do any explaining after the service if my expression of thanks should stir up questions in people. “So, what went on last year anyway? When I think about it, you did seem pretty down and emotional at times.” I no longer feared sabotaging my progress (for awhile it seemed that whenever I told someone, “I’m doing so well! It’s amazing,” I spiraled two days later). My close friends, pastors, and anyone else who knew about my rather lengthy trek through the Valley of Despair would understand what I meant if all I said was, “I’m thankful that I’m in a much better place today than I was at this point last year.”

On this date last year I was on a leave of absence from work, had just started adjusting to depression and anxiety meds, cried almost daily, walked around in a fog and second-guessed every move I made. My mind was my worst enemy, especially the part containing memories. I couldn’t write and knew that I wasn’t treating my family very well. I never could have handled the writing assignments, speaking engagements, and other opportunities that God has sent my way recently. I could have gone on and on about feeling like a different person now, how God used so much of that darkness for good, and how grateful I am for the love and care that He surrounded me with. But I stayed quiet, if for no other reason than my teenaged son was in the congregation and probably still recovering from Friday when I spoke at his school.

Today I am not in a room full of people and I am not limited by time. I simply must share how thankful I am to my loving Heavenly Father for healing my heart in ways that I never thought possible, for never leaving me alone, and for allowing yesterday’s time of thanksgiving as a reminder of how much different this Thanksgiving will be. If given the opportunity to list one thing that I’m thankful for I wouldn’t be able to choose. I’d have to make a list, including things like . . .

Faithful friends
A loving church family
A sensitive "boss" who knew I needed time off even when I didn’t
A brave friend who loved me enough to take risks
Brothers and sisters in Christ who don’t have a problem with certain types of medication
That such medications are available and I was prescribed one that did not cause weight gain
A patient husband
That kids are resilient
Good counselors
That when God heals our wounds He uses the scar tissue for His glory
I’m still here
I'm more relaxed
I enjoy life and people more
I no longer cry over every little thing
When I was in a place where tears came often (and sometimes intensely) I had kind friends to hold my hand through many of those storms
Whoever invented Kleenex (Oops--trademark violation--make that facial tissue)
That laughter really is good medicine
That dealing with our “stuff” benefits us physically—I actually feel younger, which is very strange considering that I turned . . . well . . . a year older

Anyone who reads this post today, rejoice with me. God is amazing!

2007-11-11T16:45:00.000-08:00

Happy Veteran's Day!

My friend Tricia Goyer sent a wonderful Veteran's Day story and gave permission to post it. Read on and find a way to thank a veteran this weekend. I highly recommend following the links at the bottom of this post

Veteran's Day is a time to remember:

In 2000, I got my idea for what came to be my first historical novel, From Dust and Ashes. Wanting to know more about the 23 men who liberated Mauthausen concentration camp, I contacted the 11th Armored Division who put me in touch with six of the veterans. These men then invited me to attend the 59th reunion of their division. I wasn't expecting that at all. I thought they'd point me to a good research book or allow me to interview them over the phone.

I felt SO unworthy to meet with these men. I knew very little about WWII, and I didn't want my inexperience to show. Not to mention the $1000+ for airfare, hotels, rental car for a book I didn't have a contract to write. I urged a friend to go with me, and I've been so thankful we went. The men were caring and opened their hearts to me. They shared stories with me that they hadn't shared with anyone before. They laughed. They cried. They took my hands and thanked me for caring about their story. They hugged me and kissed my cheeks.

When it came to writing my novel, I wasn't writing about fictional characters. I was writing pieces of Charlie's story, bits of Arthur's experiences. The memories that made LeRoy cry made it into my book. The snapshots that Tarmo carried around in his mind for 60 years transformed into scenes in my novel (and the novels to follow!).

I get many letters from readers who say that my novels come to life on the pages--that's because the men's experiences came to life to me as I looked into their eyes and saw glimpses of young heroes. Also, the following year I went to Europe and walked the streets of the SS housing with a man who'd been nine-years-old when the camp opened near his home. Again, I "saw" the story in his eyes as he shared--this time from someone on the outside. There was an added benefit to this diligent research that I didn't expect.

After my second novel Night Song came out I received a letter from a veteran. He made a list of twenty minor research points that I'd gotten right, and then he asked, "One thing I didn't understand was the faith element of this story. Can you tell me more about your faith in God?" YES! Because I had done the research, I'd was able to share about my Jesus with a veteran who has since passed away. One more fun thing I didn't expect. One of the men I met at the reunion was Pete. Pete was a medic--the one medic I met. Years later I received a letter from a reader who had read From Dust and Ashes. She was a survivor of Mauthausen--actually, she was born there. When she was 3-weeks-old she was close to death. When the gates were open a medic spent a full day lancing and cleaning infected boils on her skin, saving her life. She asked me if I knew any medics. I knew one, and I passed on his phone number. It turns out Pete was the one who saved her life! They have since met on numerous occasions. If I hadn't gone to that reunion I wouldn't have met Pete, and I wouldn't have been able to connect him with Hana--what a God thing!

Of course, I do have regrets concerning research, too. In my most recent series on the Spanish Civil War I received a letter from a SCW veteran who said he was willing to help me with research. The letter got put into my "very important" pile on my desk and weeks and months passed. I pulled it out again, and I planned on calling him when I heard from someone else that this man had passed away. That has happened more than once with men who offered to be interviewed, and I'm always regretful of the "one more story" I missed. After all, once gone they are gone for good.

If you have a veteran in your life ... today is the perfect day to reach out--to listen to his or her story. Don't let the stories die, when you have a chance to make a difference.

To read some of their stories, go to:
http://www.triciagoyer.com/ww2stories/

To see more photos (including real photos from the liberation of Mauthausen) go to:
http://www.triciagoyer.com/dustandashes/
To watch my NEW video about my WWII Liberators Series, go click here.

2007-10-01T09:27:00.000-07:00

Choose Your Own Teen Adventure

FADE IN
INTERIOR—HIGH SCHOOL THEATER, BACKSTAGE GREEN ROOM—EVENING

JEANETTE LA CHAPELL, 16, is dressed as a 1950’s housewife. In the background the SCHOOL ORCHASTRA rehearses the opening overture to the musical Bye Bye Birdie. Jeanette waits outside the boys’ dressing room clutching a CHOCOLATE EASTER BUNNY. Out walks DOUGLAS, also dressed in ‘50’s garb. Jeanette has had a crush on Douglas since about Day 2 of rehearsal. Jeanette licks her lips, straightens her apron, takes a deep cleansing breath, and approaches Douglas.

DOUGLAS
Hey Jeanette, you ready for the final performance?

JEANETTE (Her voice trembling a bit)
I can’t believe it’s over.

Jeanette stares at Douglas. A goofy grin disguises her horror—she has forgotten every word of the beautifully crafted speech that she scripted the night before—a script that would surely end in Douglas asking her out.

DOUGLAS (Giving Jeanette’s arm a brotherly pat)
It’s almost time to get out there. Better go finish your makeup.

The slight scent of affordable chocolate laced with plastic wrapping brings Jeanette back to life as Douglas turns to go.

JEANETTE
Wait. (Holds out the bunny) I got you something. Um . . . Happy Easter.

Jeanette gins expectantly as Douglas takes her gift.

DOUGLAS (Smiling)
Aw, how sweet. Thank you.

JEANETTE (looking hopeful)
I’ve really enjoyed being your wife (cringes). I mean, playing your wife (clasps her hands to keep from slapping herself). You have done a great job in the play.

DOUGLAS
You too (studying the bunny). And hey, this was really nice of you.
MR. OLIVIER, the director, calls a ten-minute warning. Douglas turns toward the dressing room then whips back around to face Jeanette.

DOUGLAS
Hang on a sec; I want to ask you something.

JEANETTE (Her expectancy obvious)
Sure, what?

DOUGLAS
I was thinking about this bunny (he holds it up and steps closer to Jeanette). Would you mind if I donated it to a food bank?

JEANETTE (looking at her gift—the one that she sacrificed babysitting money to purchase and spent days deciding on)

CLOSE-UP ON THE BUNNY’S SUGAR-BUTTON-EYED SMILING FACE
FADE OUT—CUT TO COMMERCIAL

COMMERCIAL BREAK

The above story is pitiful but true. All but Jeanette’s name have been changed to protect those who have most likely matured since this episode took place.

If you were to compare your life to a movie what would it be?
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
Napoleon Dynamite
Holes
Mean Girls
Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen
A Lifetime Evening Movie that tries to squeeze too many issues into one 2-hour story

The truth is our lives are like movies, starring us. Chances are the “genre” changes daily—sometimes a laugh-your-head-off comedy, others days a romance, and sometimes a very depressing Hallmark Hall of Fame tear-jerker. At times you probably wish you could send a scene or two to the cutting room floor. The true is, we can't. We can, however, look back over those moments, learn, and use them to help make the sequel shine much brighter.

Tricia Goyer’s latest non-fiction book for teen girls, My Life Unscripted, uses scripts from her own teen years (both good and bad) to illustrate the difference between a life that is unscripted—one where we make snap decision based on emotions and often regret them later—and a life that is scripted—making choices based on Godly wisdom, strength, and confidence. Incorporating scenes that read like film scripts (starring Trish Valley), screenwriting terms, and elements like character sketches, wardrobe, the “Hero’s Journey,” and villains, Trisha shares her experiences in dating, frienships, becoming a pregnant teen, and finally surrendering to Christ. The stories encourage teens to look at their own choices, friendships, and relationship with God and live a life that is “scripted” like a blockbuster rather than a horror film.

Even as an adult I loved this book! If you have a teen girl on your Christmas list My Life Unscripted is available at Barnes and Noble, Christian bookstores, and on Amazon. Here are some links to get you started.
Link to the first chapter
Buy the book

Now, I bet you are aching to know the fate of Jeanette and Douglas, not to mention the bunny caught in the middle of it all. Well, here’s your chance to try your hand at script writing. Remember those Choose Your Own Adventure books? So what do you want Jeanette to do? Should she accept Douglas’s plan out of her desperate need for approval? Should she try to convince him otherwise? Snatch the bunny from his hands and give it to Julian who has been flirting with her for over a week? Do you have an even better idea?

Go for it. Write the rest of the scene (leave it as a comment and be sure to include your name and e-mail). Your name goes into a drawing just for giving it a shot. The winner will win a free copy of My Life Unscripted.

Have fun! And don’t forget to keep an eye out for this great book.

2007-08-15T20:12:00.000-07:00

Remember Your Summer Reading Assignment

This is just a friendly reminder to check out Mary DeMuth's new book Authentic Parenting in a Postmodern Culture. Mary is an amazing writer with a very real, honest style. In fact, why not take a few minutes to get to know her a little through her website and blog.

http://www.relevantprose.com/

http://www.relevantblog.blogspot.com

2007-08-13T17:30:00.000-07:00

A Great New Book for Today’s Parents

Face it; raising children in a way that glorifies and reflects Christ and His principles is tough. How can we fill young hearts with truths that stick for a lifetime, in world filled with constantly changing ideas?

One of my favorite authors (who just happens to be a friend and precious member of my prayer team), Mary DeMuth, just released a book for those of us who long to raise our strong, Godly kids in a not-so-godly world. Read what Mary has to say about her book Authentic Parenting in a Postmodern Culture.

Why did you write this book? Aren’t there already a bazillion parenting books out there?

Yes, I do believe there are a bazillion. I always struggle when I write a parenting book because I feel so darned small and weak. I don’t parent perfectly. But, we did live through two and half years in France, the hotbed of hyper-postmodernity. We had to learn how to parent our kids in that culture. It occurred to me that the things we learned would be helpful to American parents too.

What does postmodern mean? And why should it matter to parents?

Postmodernism is the waiting room between what used to be a modern worldview and what will be. According to several postmodern scholars, we’re in a shift right now, leaving modern ideas behind, but what we are shifting to is not yet fully defined. Postmoderns believe that rationalism and/or more education doesn’t necessarily create a better society. They typically don’t embrace the notion of absolute truth, though they reach for the transcendent. They are skeptical, and often question whether science is something to be embraced or feared. The question for parents is how will we mine the current worldview, even as it shifts? What in it can we embrace as biblical? What is not biblical? What I’ve seen in the church is a fearful adherence to what is familiar. So we cling to modern ideas, even though they may not be biblical and shun postmodern ideas even when they might be biblical. Our children will meet this shifting worldview no matter what our opinion of it is.

How can a parent help their children prepare for the world outside their door?

Become a conversational parent. Talk to your kids. Listen. Share your story.Dare to believe that God has much to teach you through your kids. Be humble enough to learn from them.Create a haven for your kids, an oasis in your home that protects, supports, and gives kids space to be themselves. Take seriously the mandate that you are responsible for the soul-nurturing of your children.Teach your children to joyfully engage their world, while holding tightly to Jesus’ hand. Teaching this comes primarily from modeling it in your own life. Do you engage your neighbors? Are you more interested in God’s kingdom than your own? Admit your failures openly with your children, showing how much you need Jesus to live your daily life.

You are the first to admit that being authentic might require a parent to apologize after an angry outburst. Are you saying that authentic parents don’t always have it all together as some would like to think?

Yep! We are all frail, needy humans. If we present ourselves as perfect parents, never failing, always doing this correctly, we show our children we have no need of Jesus. We also set up a standard of perfection—that to be a Christian, one has to be perfect. This can lead to our children creating elaborate facades or hiding behind masks. I’d rather have my children see that even mommies make mistakes. Even mommies need Jesus every single day.

You talk about the twin values of engagement and purity. What does that mean?

Many parents subconsciously believe that true parenting means protection at any cost. We received a lot of flak for putting our children in French schools because the atmosphere there wasn’t exactly nurturing. Believe me, the decision was excruciating. But through it all, I realized that Jesus calls us all to be engaged in the culture we live in, yet not to be stained by it. That’s the beauty of engagement and purity. Abraham understood this. After God told him to leave everything and venture to a new place, he obeyed: “From there he went on toward the hills east of Bethel and pitched his tent, with Bethel on the west and Ai on the east. There he built an altar to the LORD and called on the name of the LORD” (Genesis 12:8). Oswald Chambers elaborates: “Bethel is the symbol of communion with God; Ai is the symbol of the world. Abraham pitched his tent between the two.” As parents journeying alongside our children through a postmodern world, this concept of pitching our tent between communion with God and engagement in the world should encourage us.

What bugs you about postmodernism?

I happen to believe in absolute truth, so that’s a problem! But more than that, I worry that all our rambling about it, trying to discern what it is, has caused us to rely more heavily on our own intellectual pursuit of God than our heart. When I get caught up in that, I remind myself of my friend Jeanne’s son Jacob, whose heart after Jesus takes my breath away. Living with a brain injury, Jacob throws off pretense as he worships God, arms vaulted to the sky in unashamed heart worship. That’s the kind of believer I want to be. That’s the kind of heart I want. I love this verse: “But I am afraid that, as the serpent deceived Eve by his craftiness, your minds will be led astray from the simplicity and purity of devotion to Christ” (2 Corinthians 11:3). For me, for my children, that’s my prayer, that we’d be simply and purely devoted to Jesus no matter what worldview we find ourselves in.

To read an excerpt visit www.harvesthousepublishers.com/texts/excerpts/9780736918626_exc.pdf

To purchase a copy of Authentic Parenting click the link below: http://relevantblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/buy-authentic-parenting-from-me

2007-03-12T16:25:00.000-07:00

Journey to a Forgotten War

I’m excited to spread the news about my friend Tricia Goyer’s latest novel, A Valley of Betrayal. Unlike her first four novels, this new series takes place, not during WWII, but in the often forgotten Spanish Civil War of the 1930’s.

In the summer of 1936, Sophie—a young American artist—is traveling to Spain to meet her fiancé, Michael, when civil war breaks out. After a risky trip over the boarder she is quickly caught in the upheaval between Spanish patriots and those who supported Franco. Before Michael can get Sophie to safety in France, he is lost in a gun battle, breaking Sophie’s heart in more ways than one. Rather than seizing her chance to flee, Sophie begins to use her artistic gifts to support the cause of those who have become dear to her. But not everyone appreciates the statements that her powerful paintings make.

As always Tricia Goyer uses intriguing, courageous, true-to-life characters to bring history and war to life in a unique way. Scroll down for more on the story behind this exciting book.
A Valley of Betrayal is the first book in the Spanish Civil War Series and can be found at your local bookstore. Find out more about Tricia and her books at http://www.triciagoyer.com/ or http://www.triciagoyer.blogspot.com/. You can also read some of her great articles on http://www.girlsgodgoodlife.blogspot.com/!

The Story Behind the Novel:

A few years ago when I was researching for my fourth World War II novel, Arms of Deliverance, I came across a unique autobiography. One B-17 crewmember I read about claimed to make it out of German-occupied Belgium after a plane crash due, in part, to his skills he picked up as a veteran of The Spanish Civil War. Reading that bit of information, I had to scratch my head. First of all, I had never heard of the war. And second, what was an American doing fighting in Spain in the late 1930s? Before I knew it, I uncovered a fascinating time in history—one that I soon discovered many people know little about. This is what I learned:

Nazi tanks rolled across the hillsides and German bombers roared overhead, dropping bombs on helpless citizens. Italian troops fought alongside the Germans, and their opponents attempted to stand strong—Americans, British, Irishmen, and others—in unison with other volunteers from many countries. And their battleground? The beautiful Spanish countryside.

From July 17, 1936-April 1, 1939, well before America was involved in World War II, another battle was fought on the hillsides of Spain. On one side were the Spanish Republicans, joined by the Soviet Union and The International Brigade—men and women from all over the world who have volunteered to fight Fascism. Opposing them, Franco and his Fascist military leaders, supported with troops, machinery, and weapons from Hitler and Mussolini. The Spanish Civil War, considered the “training ground” for the war to come, boasted of thousands of American volunteers who joined to fight on the Republican side, half of which never returned home. Unlike World War II, there is no clear line between white and black, good and evil. Both sides committed atrocities. Both sides had deep convictions they felt worth fighting and dying for.

Loyalists—also know as the Republicans were aided by the Soviet Union, the Communist movement, and the International Brigades. If not for the weapons and volunteers from these sources their fight would have ended in weeks rather than years. While many men fought side by side, their political views included that of liberal democracy, communism and socialism. The Catholic Basque Country also sided with the Republic, mainly because it sought independence from the central government and was promised this by Republican leaders in Madrid.

Nationalists—or Francoists were aided mainly by Germany and Italy. The Nationalist opposed an independent Basque state. Their main supporters were those who believed in a monarchist state and fascist interests. The Nationalist wished for Spain to continue on as it had for years, with rich landowners, the military, and the church running the country. Most of the Roman Catholic clergy supported the Nationalists, except those in the Basque region.
During the Spanish Civil war, terror tactics against civilians were common. And while history books discuss the estimated one million people who lost their lives during the conflict, we must not forget that each of those who fought, who died, had their own tales. From visitors to Spain who found themselves caught in the conflict, to the communist supporters, Basque priests, and Nazi airmen . . . each saw this war in a different light.

These are the stories behind A Valley of Betrayal.
Tricia Goyer, October 2006

2007-02-26T14:16:00.000-08:00

How Far would You Go to Hang onto Someone?
What if that Someone was Your Husband?

Laid back beach lover Bri Stone is living her dream life, in a house by the ocean with Douglas, the love of her life, a great teenage son, and a fun job as a tour bus driver. When life gets stressful she has her best friend Gaby, who is always eager to join her for a wallowing season of brownies on the beach. What more could she ask for?

Nothing really—until Bri’s know-it-all friend Kate suggests that Douglas is “bored” with their kick-back lifestyle and her meddling mother-in-law drives Bri’s doubt in deeper with hints that she trade the beech house for something more suited to Douglas’s upscale upbringing. When Bri sees signs that Douglas’s affections might be focused on something (or someone) other than her, she sets out to reinvent herself, renovating everything from her house, to her hair, to her cooking habits. Will her efforts be enough to hold onto the husband she loves, or will they lead her to an undertow?

If you’re in the mood for a fun story to warm up a winter day, grab some chocolate and snuggled up with Chocolate Beach, the debut novel from my friend and fellow Mount Hermon veteran Julie Carobini. Julie introduces the reading world to a sassy but real and relatable woman—one who I loved as is, but enjoyed watching grow, while hoping she wouldn’t change too much.

Before picking up a copy of Chocolate Beach at your local bookstore, take a moment to get to know the author a little.

What inspired you to write Chocolate Beach?

First, I wanted to write a book set in one of my favorite locales—the California coast. Then I began to think about relationships, and how people often marry their opposites. What happens to them down the road? How do they deal with their differences? Are they still charmed by each other, or bugged? In Chocolate Beach, Bri Stone has always found solace in chocolate and the beach, but will these things get her through when she faces serious questions about her marriage?

When will Chocolate Beach release?

The official release date was February 2007, but it actually made it into readers’ hands in January. Exciting times for a newbie author!
Are there any new projects on the horizon?
Yes! Watch for A Curious Thing about Seashells (working title) in Summer 2008. It’s the story of Bri’s best friend, Gaby Flores. See my website for more info: www.juliecarobini.com

Do you prefer to write contemporary chick-lit fiction?

Yes! I read all sorts of genres, but found my voice in Chick-lit. It’s sassy and fun, and allows me to tell stories of life’s challenges in an entertaining way.

Who are your readers?

My readers are the “young at heart.” Mostly women, they are aware of current trends and technology, yet they like to giggle through a good story. They also love to bond with other women over a hot cup of coffee or tea, and of course, designer chocolates!

What are some of the challenges you face as an author?

It can be so tough to find unobstructed time to actually write when there are so many other things vying for my attention: proposing new books, marketing current ones, writing articles, and most especially, caring for my family of five.

How do you keep your sanity in our run, run world?

Actually? I’m often overwhelmed. I must pray a lot—and God always steps in
Attending a regular Bible study helps too, because it keeps me focused on what God thinks about my busy life! I also jog on the beach, take a spinning class, and drink (too much) coffee.

What advice would you give to a person trying to become a fiction writer?

I address this on my new website. First, find every opportunity to read. Next, make sure you actually enjoy the process of writing before investing your life into it. Finally, get help. Go to writer’s conferences and watch how the experts do it; make friends at those conferences, the kind who will cheer you on in the days ahead (and who you can cheer along too!); and invest in yearly guides such as Sally Stuart’s Christian Writers’ Market Guide

2006-11-15T13:02:00.000-08:00

Parenting, Gen X Style

I don’t always enjoy parenting books. It’s not that I think I’m above advice. The problem is that I either end each chapter drowning in guilt because I can’t make the author’s methods work in my imperfect household or I find myself questioning how much time the “expert” (typically a man) actually spent in the trenches of raising children.

Then my friend and fellow author Tricia Goyer wrote Generation Next Parenting: A Savvy Parent’s Guide to Getting it Right. Tricia isn’t a psychologist. She doesn’t have a national radio program or multiple degrees. Instead she writes as one parent to another, in a style that feels very much like talking over coffee with a friend who really gets it. Best of all, this is a book especially for those of us in Generation X—children of the ’70 and ’80 struggling to raise Godly kids in a rapidly changing and frantically paced world.

Tricia offers practical tips based on both her successes and her mistakes as a young mom. I got to know and love her family through her stories, seeing that, even in the craziness of life, God guides and teaches us. Scattered throughout the chapters you’ll find statistics, quizzes, fun and informative sidebars, song lyrics (from the ‘80s of course), study questions, and quotes from fellow Gen X parents (including two from me. Yay!). The content goes beyond the typical questions on how to discipline, assign chores, and deal with homework issues. In addition to great tips on family devotions, community service, and family time, she shares how she learned the benefits of things like Christian community, taming the tongue, dealing with issues from the past that affect us as parents, getting Dad involved, dealing with media, and so much more. Tricia addresses her readers not only as parents, but as individuals, trying hard to grow in faith, follow personal dreams, and get past those moments when we blow it, all while juggling piano lessons, overdue library books, and dentist appointments. The book even includes a study guide for groups, pairs or individuals hoping to dig a little deeper.

Generation Next Parenting is so true-to-life and upbeat that I kept forgetting that I was receiving advice. I set it down encouraged that I didn’t need to become a perfect mom overnight in order to be a good mom. Parenting, like life and faith, is a journey. Tricia’s words reminded me that it’s also a pretty amazing one!

For more on Tricia Goyer, her other books (she has several wonderful novels in print too), or a sample of what you’ll find in Generation Next Parenting, visit:
http://www.genxparents.blogspot.com/
http://www.triciagoyer.com/

And check out what Tricia has to say here!

Q: Why Gen X?

A: More than 44 million Generation Xers live in the United States today. This group is bound to have a strong influence, not only on society as a whole, but more specifically, on the next generation—our children. There’s no denying that the world is a vastly different place from the one we grew up in, and we are faced with a whole new set of parenting challenges our predecessors could never have fathomed. But Gen Xers have proven we have the passion and drive to excel in childrearing. This book is to help with that.

Q: How are Gen Xers different?

A: As a Gen Xer who graduated from high school in 1989, the way I parent is unique from the generations who’ve gone before me. Personally, I want to do it all—find God’s purpose in my life, impact my community, support my spouse, and provide my children every opportunity available to them. My generation is serious about parenting—just look at all we expect from our children and ourselves!

Q: If you could tell people in two sentences what this book is about, what would you say?

A: This book offers solutions to our unique questions and confirms that we can ‘parent right’—even if it looks nothing like the way our own parents did it. More importantly, this book focuses on seeking God’s Word and wisdom for answers to growing a new generation of God-seekers.

Q: Can you give me a hint of why Gen Xers raise their kids differently than their parents?

A: There are plenty of reasons Gen Xers turned out the way we did. Here are some biggies:
• More of our moms entered the workforce.
• More of our parents divorced.
• Either we were sexually promiscuous or we had friends who were.
• When it came to drugs and alcohol, it was pretty easy to get our hands on them.
• We don’t remember prayer as a part of school.
• We do remember every episode of The Cosby Show, and oftentimes we related more to that family than our own.
• We remember the first video we saw on MTV, and musicians like Bruce Springsteen, Tiffany, and Billy Idol were our, uh, idols.

Of course, I could go on, but this book wasn’t written just to reminisce about “the good ol’ days.” It’s about understanding who we are as a generation and why we became the parents we are today. More than that, it’s about taking our good qualities…and discovering how to parent better, for God’s glory.

2006-10-09T10:19:00.000-07:00

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO DO BIG THINGS FOR GOD?

Becky Miller dreams of doing “big things for God.” That’s pretty challenging with three kids and a husband in a job crisis. Her fantasies of life as a Mother-Teresa-like missionary, an archeologist on a dangerous underwater expedition, a member of the Fearless Faith Singers, or the mother of twelve homeschooled professional recording artists are too often interrupted by her baby’s ear infections, the needs of her friends, and financial stress. When she is chosen as the subject of a Women of Vision magazine article she is sure that her day has come to shine as Supermom, leader of her church’s women’s ministries, and supportive wife and friend. If this is her moment then why does life begin to fall apart, forcing her to be served instead of serving, to receive instead of giving, to fight for the survival of her ordinary family when she dreams of being seen as extraordinary? When she faces the challenge of her life, will it mean the end of her dreams, or help her to see what God really desires from her?

The Secret Life of Becky Miller is the first novel by Sharon Hinck. I read it when I desperately needed something light and fun. I shook with laughter over Becky’s over-the-top fantasies. But the great surprise came in the connection that I felt to Becky’s everyday life, her drive to do it all, meet needs without revealing any of her own, and to be anything but an “ordinary mom.” My laughter melted into tears as I learned, along with Becky, what it really means to “make a difference.”

This book will appeal to any woman who has feared being seen as ordinary, particularly moms, caught in the daily circus of imperfect kids, unpaid bills, and major disappointments, while surrounded by friends who seem to have it all together.

Pick up the Secret Life of Becky Miller at your local Christian bookstore or visit www.bethanyhouse.com. For more on Sharon Hinck visit www.sharonhinck.com.

2006-09-23T09:16:00.000-07:00

IF YOU’RE IN THE MOOD FOR A ROMANCE . . .

Pick up Staci Stallings’ novel Cowboy, Book One of the Harmony Series.

Five years after the tragic death of her husband, Beth is struggling to raise her little girl on a waitress’s paycheck. At the same time, country superstar Ashton Raines fights to hold onto his image and his sanity as he goes on with his public career only months after losing his wife to cancer.

When Beth offers a listening ear to a distraught young man, during a late-night shift at the diner, she has no idea that she is comforting the one and only Ashton Raines. That night they are simply two people who understand the searing pain of loss. He introduces himself as Timothy, Beth slips him her phone number “if you ever need to talk,” and soon both are slept up in a phone friendship, and eventually unexpected love. But will it last when Beth discovers who Timothy really is? After so much loss on both sides, can either risk loving again, especially when it means one of them making a sacrifice?

Cowboy is a sweet, refreshing romance, involving characters that I immediately cared about. Though the author flip-flops between Beth’s and Ashton’s point-of-view more often than is typical (sometimes switching back and forth several times on one page) I had no problem following the story. I felt Beth’s confusion and Ashton’s grief, as both fought the love that so obviously needed to blossom.

This is a great choice if you are a fan of old fashion romance!

For more on Cowboy, Staci Stallings, and her other books, visit www.stacistallings.com.

2006-08-09T11:34:00.000-07:00

GREAT READING FOR GIRLS

I am thrilled to feature a long-awaited novel for girls aged 10-14, written by my precious friend, prayer partner, and mentor Ethel Herr. For years I have heard of Ethel’s love and admiration for a 16th-century countess named Juliana von Stolberg. In Dr. Oma: the Healing Wisdom of Juliana von Stolberg, she brings this incredible woman to life.

Juliana is known as the Queen Mother of the Netherlands, cherished for her wisdom and healing ability. When her granddaughter Maria comes to live with her, during Holland’s fight for freedom from Spain, Juliana passes on her herbal healing secrets to this eager young apprentice. More importantly, Juliana teaches young Maria about faith, through her love for the then illegal Protestant Bible, her strength in tragedy, and her care for her family—including the child of Maria’s step-mother Mad Anna. Maria must learn to apply her Oma’s teaching to “Trust God with everything,” as her father and uncles march off to fight and the world seems to fall apart around her.

Ethel does a wonderful job of drawing the reader into the 16th-century, through two woman who, though they lived long ago, are endearing and real. The book includes historical notes, and some background on how and why she chose to write Juliana’s story.

Here is what Ethel said, when I asked what she hopes readers will take away from Dr. Oma. “If there's one thing I want them to take away, it would be this: when we trust God with everything and follow the pathway He lays out for us, we, too, can change our world in some way that no one else could ever do. Don't despise the role God has given you. Thank Him for it, trust Him to show you how to fill it, then go do it with gusto and gratitude to Him!”

Dr. Oma is published by P&R Publishing, as part of their Chosen Daughters series, and can be found through your local Christian book store. It would be a great choice for . . .

Girls who enjoy reading about life in other countries and time periods
Mothers and daughters to read together
Teacher who are looking for a unique story to share with their class
Kids doing book reports
Women who still can’t help reading a good children’s or young adult novel once in awhile (like me).

Other books by Ethel Herr include the Seekers Series, which also takes place in 16th-Century Holland and includes The Dove and the Rose, the Maiden’s Sword, and The Citadel and the Lamb (published by Bethany House and aimed at adults, though teens would enjoy it too).

If you are looking for a devotional filled with depth and passion for God, read her book, Lord, Show Me Your Glory, published by Christian Publications Inc.

Until next time,
Jeanette

2006-07-25T08:12:00.000-07:00

READ THE LATEST FROM TRICIA GOYER!

I just finished the latest novel by author and friend Tricia Goyer. As I’ve said in the past, Tricia is one of the best when it comes to compelling historical fiction. Like her previous titles, Arms of Deliverance takes place during WWII and involves characters that you will care about from page one.

Weaving in the chilling issue of Nazis racial cleansing, Arms of Deliverance Follows Katrine, a Jewish woman desperate to pass as Aryan, Hendrick, the Nazis who lures her into his embrace in order to produce one more “perfect” offspring, and the fate of their unborn baby. On the other side of the Atlantic, reporters Mary and Lee prepare to cover the war for the New York Tribune. When Mary’s coverage of a bombing raid over Germany leads to plane wreck, Lee risks everything to rescue her. Suddenly they too are caught in whirlwind of war, their lives altered forever by a wounded American navigator, a brave nun, a sadistic Nazi, and a mysterious infant.

This is the fourth and final book in her WWII series. Since all of the novels involve different characters, there is no need to read her previous books before picking up Arms of Deliverance. However, I highly recommend all of them.

For more on Tricia Goyer and her books, visit
http://www.triciagoyer.com/ and http://www.triciagoyer.blogspot.com/

2006-07-18T13:52:00.000-07:00

My First Trip to ICRS

July 9-12, I had an exciting, last-minute opportunity to attend, for the first time, CBA’s International Christian Retail Show (known as ICRS), in Denver, CO. The convention center was basically taken over by book publishers, and vendors of every kind of Christian jewelry, greeting cards, art, CDs, and toys. This is a place where big names like Max Lucado, Jerry B. Jenkins, and Beth Moore go to sign and promote their latest books.

In addition to having breakfast with Focus on the Family, seeing friends from groups like American Christian Fiction Writing, the Writer’s View, and Christian Author’s Network, I sang karaoke for the first time (we somehow found ourselves in a Mexican karaoke bar in a very scary part of town, but boy was it fun), saw a couple of up-and-coming recording artists, and collected an armload of books.

ICRS is where the latest titles are promoted—some of which haven’t even hit the shelves yet. Between attending book signing, and having friends hand me copies of their books during meals and late-night chats in our hotel room, I brought home quite a collection of both fiction and non-fiction. I already have plans to post reviews on several of these in the near future. Until then, maybe you’ll want to check some of these out for yourself and tell me what you think.

Fiction:

Arms of Deliverance by Tricia Goyer (next up for a Rave Review, which will include an author interview and book give-away, so don’t miss out),

Dr Oma by Ethel Herr (for girls aged 8-12—another that will be featured here very soon),

The Secret Life of Becky Miller by Sharon Hink

Dying to Decorate by Cyndy Salzmann (can’t wait to reread this one—I kind of rushed through the first time)

Allah’s Fire by Gayle Roper

The Redemption by M.L. Tyndall

The Groovy Chicks’ Road Trip to Love by Dena Dryer and Laurie Barker Copeland

Non-fiction:

Making Your Home a Haven by Cyndy Salzmann (could I ever use that),

Simple Life: Devotional Thoughts from Amish Country by Wanda E. Brunstetter,

The Truth in the Mirror: A Guide to Healthy Self-Image by Karla Downing,

My Prayer Buddy Journal by Janet Holm McHenry

PrayerStreaming by Janet Holm McHenry

The Faith of America’s First Ladies by Jane Hampton Cook

Run to your local bookstore and pick up a copy of one of these great new titles!

2006-06-28T09:48:00.000-07:00

PLAN SOME EXTRA TIME WITH GOD THIS SUMMER

As crazy as summer can be, with kids out of school, vacations, and finding ways to escape the heat, I’ve found that it is a great time for spiritual refreshment. What could be better than taking advantage of a cool morning, while the kids sleep in? I’ve found it to be an inviting time for prayer, reflection, and journaling.

There are many wonderful sources out there, by famous and not-to-famous men and women. But today I want to focus some written by on one of my favorite authors, Tricia McCary Rhodes.

Besides being my precious friend and fellow writer, Tricia is a speaker, has been involved in missions, and is a prayer warrior for many (including me on occasion). Her passion for the Savior comes through on every page. Each time that I read one of her books I experience Christ in a new and deeper way.

Ask for the following titles at your local Christian bookstore.

The Soul at Rest: A Journey into Contemplative Prayer, Bethany House Publishers
This book takes readers on a journey into a deeper and more meaningful quiet time, incorporating the disciplines of meditating on and praying through Scripture, listening to God, and being still before Him. Long before I finished it, I recognized how much I gain from truly spending time with God instead of simply racing through prayer and Bible-reading likes one more thing on my chore list. If you are struggling to spend time with God, are seeking His answer in a situation or problem, or just want to take your prayer and devotions to a new level, pick up a copy of The Soul at Rest.

Contemplating the Cross: A 40-Day Pilgrimage of Prayer, W Publishing Group
Written long before the movie The Passion of the Christ, Tricia Rhodes’ second book focuses on Christ’s final hours, making His suffering and sacrifice heartbreakingly real. Though intended to be read during the season of Lent, I read it over a summer and found great benefit in taking my time through the chapters and Scriptures. By the end I had a new level of appreciation for all that Jesus endured for me. I recommend this book constantly!

Intimate Intercession: The Sacred Joy of Praying for Others, W Publishing Group
I remember sitting beside a weeping woman during a prayer time. Assuming that she was struggling with a major problem, I rested my hand on her back, hoping to comfort her. She sniffed and whispered, “I’m okay. I’m an intercessor. I always cry when I pray.” From that day on, the word “Intercessor” brought this woman to mind, along with the thought that being called as an intercessor must be pretty depression.

Tricia’s latest book showed me a whole new meaning of the word, reminding me that all Christians are called to intercede for others. It is not a depression “duty” but a wonderful privilege to go before the throne of God with the needs of our friends, family, and the world as a whole. She openly shares what God taught her, as she learned to pray through family problems, decisions, and devastating world events. I closed the book, awe-struck and excited about the power of prayer.

Each of these books, has a level of depth that I find lacking in many popular Christian titles. While I wouldn’t consider them quick reads (each includes a section when the reader is encouraged to stop, look up scripture, pray, reflect, and/or journal) they are well worth the time spent. Take your time through one this summer, and praise God for what you gain in the process.

Oh, I also want to mention the two other titles by Tricia McCary Rhodes—At the Name of Jesus, and Take up Your Cross (both were published by Bethany House). Though they are currently out of print, they are outstanding. You might be able to find copies on Amazon.

For more on Tricia, her books, and her ministry, visit her website at www.soulatrest.com.

2006-06-06T14:32:00.000-07:00

I’m excited to introduce my new blog, “Rave Reviews.” As an author and book lover I enjoy passing on recommendations and thought on my favorite books. In the future you can look forward to:

Positive reviews on books, both new and old
News on the latest releases from authors that I know and love
Recommended reading lists for occasions like summer and holidays, for teens, kids, and reading together as a family

Since I read a wide variety of authors and genres, both from the Christian and general market, you can expect to read about everything from classic spiritual books, children’s and young adult classics, to “Oprah picks” and the Christian fiction. The one thing that I can promise is that I will only write about books that I can say something positive about. I will include warnings if a book contains material that some might find upsetting or offensive, but again, I only post books that I enjoyed for one reason or another.

With summer right around the corner, let’s start with a suggested summer reading list. Unlike the dry reading list from school days, why not check out some titles that I (am many of my friends) have enjoyed over the past year.

Fiction from the Christian market:

Leather and Lace by DiAnn Mills
Casey O’Hare has been riding with Davis Jenkins and his gang of outlaws since she was 14 years old. Now she wants a different life—to live like a decent woman. But nobody runs from Jenkins and lives.
I’m not typically a fan of “westerns” (I am however, a fan of DiAnn Mills, which is why I was drawn to it) but this book, set in Texas 1884, literally roped me in, as I gained a new appreciation for women like Casey, who didn’t exactly choose a life of crime. She is a character that I really cared for and wanted good things for, as she struggled with her new faith, her feelings for the kind but haunted Morgan, and whether it will be possible to clear her name and live a normal life.

When the Lion Roars by DiAnn Mills
When 16-year-old Rachel is kidnapped by slave traders in Sudan, an Arab-born Christian literally risks his life to find her. He, American doctor Lauren Kerr, and Ben Alier, a commander in the Sudanese People’s Liberation Army, must put their prejudices aside as they search for Rachel, try to keep a young Sudanese boy from a deadly future, and stay alive in the crossfire.
DiAnn Mills’ love for Sudan and its people really resonate in this moving story of sacrifice and suspense.

Dawn of a Thousand Nights by Tricia Goyer
My friend Tricia is a one of the best when it comes to great historical fiction. Like her first two books, Night Song (excellent, by the way, and highly recommended) and From Dust and Ashes (the next in my to-be-read stack but I’ve heard wonderful things about it), the story takes place during WWII.
The romance of Dan and Libby—two pilots stationed at Pearl Harbor—is interrupted when Dan accepts a call to the Philippines. Japan attacks soon after and Dan is suddenly fighting for his life in the Bataan Death March to a horrific prison camp. At home Libby fights her own battles, struggling to be taken seriously as a female pilot, all the while wonders if she will ever see Dan again.

Becoming Olivia by Roxanne Henke
Third in the Coming Home to Brewster series (read After Anne first then you can easily dive into this one), Olivia suddenly finds herself lost in a pit of anxiety and depression. At the same time her teenaged daughter is caught in a struggle of her own.
Roxanne Henke (also a friend of mine) did a wonderful job of presenting a picture of this all-to-common problem, in a way that was, as she puts it, not depressing. Using a multiple-first-person viewpoint we see the effects on, not only Olivia, but her family and—this is an interesting twist—her therapist.

Songbird by Lisa Samson
Abandoned by her mother at age eleven, Charmaine is thrown into a world of foster homes, until her gift of singing and a few quirky but loving characters help her find a more promising path. But after finding love with a traveling minister, and success as a gospel singer, Charmaine discovered a horrible truth. The illness that haunted her mother has been passed on to her. Afraid of losing the love of her husband, who believes that all mental illness is somehow connected with weak faith, she suffers alone until she no longer can.
Songbird spans several decades, following Charmaine as she tries to survive on her own, encounters those who will change her life forever, and discovers God’s grace and love. I truly loved Lisa Samson’s unique voice, her larger-than-life characters, and her ability to weave in a touch issue without leaving me feeling like I’d just read the script for a movie-of-the-week. This is definitely on my top-10 list for 2006!

Wounded Healer and Warrior’s Heart (Books 1 and 2 in the Homeland Heroes series) by Donna Fleisher
Erin and Chris fought side-by-side in Dessert Storm, until a secret from Chris’s past drove them apart. In Wounded Healer tragedy brings them back together, as Erin discovers the reason behind Chris’s “dark side” and helps her find hope in Christ.
Warrior’s Heart continues their story, as Chris tried to hold onto her new life, shake off the pain of her past, and show Erin’s husband Scott that she isn’t a danger to his wife. All this is happening as a real threat lurks in the background.

The Color of the Soul by Tracey Bateman
When Andy—a black reporter from Chicago who escaped the racism of the south—is called to Georgia to write the life story of a 100-year-old Southern woman, he gets much more than notes for an article. As she pours out the details of her past, along with some terrible family secrets, questions from Andy’s own history are finally answered.
While I found this book difficult to read at times (it does contain violence and a bit more sexual content than most Christian fiction but each scene has a purpose, revealing the ugliness of slavery and racism) I gained new perspective for those days before Civil Rights. This is a beautiful story of family history and reminded me of those great multi-generation sagas that I used to love!

Non-fiction:

Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller
I probably need to be careful how I word this recommendation. This is not your typical “Christian Living” book. It is written by a man who isn’t afraid to say the word “crap” and admit that he and his friend often smoke pipes while discussing the Bible. At times I found his comments hard to take and uncomfortable to read. But what I love about Blue Like Jazz is that 1) the author was so honest, even at the risk of being accused of sounding “unchristian”. Somehow he always managed to a get a point that left me thinking “Yeah, I see his point,” or “I’ve felt that way too.” 2) A well-known Christian publisher was willing to release it for the rest of us to enjoy.
Donald Miller expresses his thoughts on faith in an unconventional and intriguing way. He really got me thinking about my own areas of self-absorption, judgmental behavior, my approach in sharing Christ, and many other issues. This is a book that would be fun to read as a group (or at least with one other person) so you can talk about it.

Laughing Matters: Learning to Laugh when Life Stinks by Phil Callaway
I heard Phil Callaway speak at the Mount Hermon Christian Writer’s Conference in April and actually picked up this book for my husband. Before he had a chance to crack the cover I was hooked on it, laughing my head off over each chapter.
Phil is a many who has learned through trial and tears, the power of laughter when life is at its darkest. Weaving in the long struggle of his wife’s mysterious illness, he inspires readers to learn to praise God, enjoy His blessings, and find healing in laughter, even when life is at its stinkiest.

Unveiling Mary Magdalene by Liz Curtis Higgs
This unique book opens with a fiction story of a contemporary Mary, a woman haunted by inner demons and eventually “saved” by a kind inner-city pastor, who leads her to Christ and a healing love that frees her to serve God’s people in ways that she never dreamed possible. It later moves into an in-depth study of Mary Magdalene, dispelling the myths and revealing the truth about this amazing servant of Christ.

Fiction from the General Market:

Light on Snow by Anita Sheve
When a lonely 12-year-old girl and her widowed father find an abandoned baby in the snow they are suddenly forced out of their isolation. Life gets even more intense when the baby’s mother appears at their door. As they discover the truth behind her terrible choice, Nicky and her father must also decide whether to turn the girl in.
Some might find this book slow-moving but I couldn’t stop reading it, even as I began to accept that it most-likely would not be tied up in a happy little bow at the end. It’s one of those books that left me wondering about the characters long after a finished.

Peace like a River by Leif Enger
I finally picked up a copy of this book after hearing people rave about it, two years in a row at the Mount Hermon Writer’s Conference. It definitely lived up to all the hype. I still tell friends that it’s one of the most beautifully written books that I have ever read.
Told from the point-of-view of 11-year-old Reuben, the book follows a family on a trip through the Midwest, as they search for Reuben’s older brother Davy, who committed murder in order to protect the family. I fell in love with the entire family (including Reuben’s cowboy poet sister) as they move from town-to-town, torn between finding Davy and allowing him to keep running.

The Northern Light by Jennifer Donnelly
This book is found in the Young Adult section and is wonderfully written. Personally, I found some of the content a bit “adult” for the age group that it was actually written for, and the author definitely wasn’t writing from a Christian perspective, but I loved the story and characters.
In 1906, desperate for money and a way out of her difficult home life, 16-year-old Mattie takes a job at the Glenmore hotel. She finds herself caught in the mysterious death of a young woman—a murder that inspired Theodore Dreiser’s An American Tragedy. The author does a beautiful job of weaving together Mattie’s life at the hotel, flashbacks of what brought her there, and the tragedy that drives her to pursue more than life has handed her.

I saw these last three books on “Summer Reading” shelves at Barnes and Noble and Borders. For the others visit your local Christian bookstore.
And okay, I wouldn’t be a good author if I didn’t also mention my newest book, Want More? Joy, Book 3 of the Brio Devotional series. Though written for teen girls adults seem to enjoy it too. Using true-to-life stories (some fiction and some from real life), Scripture, thought-provoking questions, and journal pages, it examines what gives us joy, what robs us of it, and what it do when joy seems out of reach.

Until next time!