From Dawn 'til Dusk

News for My Readers!

2011-08-19T14:38:00.000-07:00

Dear Friends,

Thank you for joining me at From Dawn ’til Dusk.

I’ve moved my blog from this location to my new website where I’ll continue to share inspirational articles and book reviews.

This blog will remain up indefinitely so that readers can still visit and enjoy posts (found in the archives) that have been written over the years.

Please join me at the new blog site, and we’ll continue to share life’s joys, challenges, and learning experiences.

God bless!

Dawn

Like Stained Glass Windows

2011-08-11T08:10:00.000-07:00

It was one of those days….

We’ve all had them. Nothing was going right.

I won’t go into all the little bumps throughout the day. But, I arrived at my desk first thing in the morning to start chipping away at my “to-do” list. My main computer—the one where I keep everything stored—refused to open up Windows. All I got was a message that continued to recycle explaining that Windows was having a problem and that if it had shut down due to blah-blah to restart one way. If it shut down because of interruption in power, blah-blah, to restart by highlighting another option.

No matter what I tried—and I tried everything I could think of—like shutting off power for a period of time and rebooting, then disconnecting every cord and cable and reconnecting—nothing worked.

I have a laptop that I use primarily for writing, but I’m also able to connect to the Internet—and thank goodness that I back up most of what’s created on the main computer to my laptop. But … I’ve been negligent in backing up everything.

After an extended amount of time, I gave up trying to fix it and accepted the fact that I’d need some professional help—for the computer, that is … One son-in-law is a computer programmer, so I put in the necessary call and left a message begging for help.

I took a break and went grocery shopping in an attempt to relieve some frustration. Now you have to understand … I enjoy grocery shopping about as much as I enjoy cleaning toilets, eating Brussels sprouts, or suffering with a full bladder during a long flight from the west to the east coast with a window to my right and two sleeping strangers to my left.

I’m afraid I didn’t handle the inner anxiety over a messed up computer and lost time very well. Usually, I’m a pretty calm person—so calm it can irritate my husband. But I wasn’t handling that day with a peaceful, tranquil, and composed attitude.

Nervous energy even pushed me to dust the blinds hanging from my office windows.

Then I was reminded—perhaps by an angel—of one of my favorite quotes.

“People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” ~ Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

Things happen. We all experience little ups and downs—road blocks and irritations in our lives. Some walk through dark tunnels, wondering if they’re ever going to see daylight. Others deal with one crisis after the other.

It’s easy to be happy and pleasant when things are going our way. How we deal with interruptions—and sometimes life-changing obstacles and heartbreaks—reveals who we really are inside.

Shine on!

Dawn

Sparkling Glass

2011-08-05T07:24:00.000-07:00

Like most people, I don’t use fine china or crystal for everyday dining. Actually, I don’t even own a set of china. But I have acquired a variety of lovely glass bowls, vases, serving dishes, and goblets. Some of them are heirlooms, passed down from relatives no longer with us.

I display the pieces on glass shelving in a large, oak hutch. When a light within the unit is turned on, the glassware sparkles and reflects off the mirror that covers the back of the hutch.

Some of the dishes are used when we have guests, but others can go months without being touched. I realized last weekend that it was definitely time for a thorough cleaning. Despite everything looking beautiful a few feet away, a close-up view (with my reading glasses on) showed a layer of dust on the shelves and a film covering dishes rarely used. Yuck! I removed and washed each piece until it gleamed. Now with the interior light turned on, the glass inside sparkles.

Isn’t that a great example of our lives and relationships?

We can go about our day, thinking everything is cool. From a distance, our view looks great! Our marriages seem to be on solid ground. The kids are doing well. Our friends surely know that we care and are available should they need us. We’ll still be “tight” when we get around to spending time with them. Right?

What if we took a closer look?

Do any of our relationships need a little TLC? A little tender, loving care? A little cleaning up?

Sometimes, it doesn’t take much.

A hug and a word of praise can put a grin on a child’s face. Saying a heartfelt “thank you” for a helpful gesture can make a spouse feel appreciated. A phone call inviting a friend to meet for a cup of coffee can open the door to mutual sharing.

What small thing can we do this week to help make our relationships sparkle?

Dawn

Little Adventures

2011-07-29T09:14:00.000-07:00

I confess. I’m a workaholic.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy fun and relaxation. It’s just that when there’s work to do—and there’s always work to do—I have a hard time setting it aside. I blame both DNA and my upbringing. My parents owned their own business, and I grew up watching them often work seven days a week in order to keep up with customers’ needs. My father was the local butcher in a farming community. You may think that doesn’t require working so many hours, but if a cow goes down with a broken leg, it has to be taken care of right away or the farmer loses the meat. And when he was the only butcher around for miles, people depended on him to make sure their freezers were stocked and their families fed.

But ... I’m trying to play more.

My husband and I have a goal to enjoy not only big events, but also little “events.” I took last weekend off from writing and editing. With comfortable temperatures and sunshine, Saturday couldn’t have been more beautiful.

We took our time driving an hour and a half to another town in order to ride a steam-powered train. The engine pulled a line of enclosed cars, as well as open cars with canopies overhead to shield people from the sun. The hour-long ride took us through the woods and countryside. Once we got to a certain place on the track, the engine moved to the rear car and pulled us back to the small station.

The journey on the train wasn’t thrilling or exciting. The scenery wasn’t breathtaking. But, I couldn’t help notice how relaxed I felt. It was also fun observing people our age and older with grandchildren—just out for an afternoon. The kids didn’t need to have “gadgets” to be entertained. They enjoyed the ride, watching the engine, and hearing the whistle blow.

I think many of us have forgotten how to enjoy life's simple pleasures.

It doesn’t always take a lot of fanfare or expensive trips for our lives to be enriched. Sometimes, just walking in a park, sitting by a lake, or eating an ice cream cone with a spouse or friend can make our day better.

Look around you. Explore. What small thing can you do this coming week to put a smile on your face?

Dawn

Book Review - Husband Material by Annette M. Irby

2011-07-22T11:25:00.000-07:00

Lara Farr is picking up a few items in the grocery store when a good-looking man catches her eye. He seems almost lost standing in the holiday aisle. Lara understands—Valentine’s Day isn’t easy for her either.

When Lara returns to her restaurant, The Blue Hyacinth, she’s a little irritated to learn that their best table is being held for a guest when there’s a line waiting at the door to get in. After all, they don’t even take reservations. But, she learns the manager agreed to giving the table to customer—a past regular—who lost his wife three years earlier. Lara relents, and is surprised when the widower who claims the table turns out to be the man she spied in the grocery store.

Wyatt Hansen believes it’s time for him to move on with his life, but wanting to honor his wife’s memory, he visits their favorite restaurant on Valentine’s Day. He’s intrigued by the owner and invites her to sit with him. Two people casually brought together begin to share pieces of their lives. But, when Wyatt offers to help Lara’s business by using his marketing skills, she’s determined to keep it just that—business.

In only thirty-one pages, Annette M. Irby skillfully gives readers a contemporary romance with depth. She puts us in the heart and thoughts of two people who want to love and be loved, but have walls surrounding their emotions. Wyatt tries to give without expecting anything in return, while Lara struggles with trust and letting a man into her life.

Husband Material is about two people finding each other. But, it’s also a story that reminds us that God oversees the big picture, and he can use everyday situations to bring wonderful opportunities, people, and changes into our lives. We just have to be willing to walk through the doors he opens.

If you’re looking for a quick read and you enjoy contemporary Christian romance, I highly recommend Husband Material.

This book is currently available at White Rose Publishing as an e-book as part of the Dollar Download offerings. *Note: Dollar Downloads are short inspirational stories for Kindle or e-reading on other devices.

Husband Material is also available on Amazon as a Kindle download.

Annette M. Irby has enjoyed writing since her teen years. If she's not writing, she's reading for review, or editing. She is an active member of American Christian Fiction Writers and finaled in their Genesis Contest, 2006. She gives back to writers via her co-hosted blog: Seriously Write (http://www.seriouslywrite.blogspot.com). Married twenty years, she lives with her husband and three children in the Northwest. Husband Material is her second book, following Love Letters. She currently works as a freelance editor, as well as editing for publishing houses. She is active in her church as a mentor and worship leader. She enjoys photography, nature, and falling deeper in love with Jesus.

Add Just a Pinch

2011-07-15T10:02:00.000-07:00

When it comes to creating delectable—or just even edible dishes, there are two types of cooks. Those who follow a recipe. And those who don’t.

Back in the day, when I was a high school student and home ec was a required class, we were taught to not only follow recipes, but to carefully measure the ingredients. A cup of flour needed to be leveled off with a knife. Liquids were poured into a glass measuring cup and eyed at table level to get an accurate reading.

For years, those rules remained ingrained in me. When cooking or baking, I didn’t deviate from the recipe. Of course, most of the time, my dishes turned out pretty well, but I didn’t allow for any experimentation.

Then my husband and son-in-law stirred things up in the kitchen. They’re both great cooks and neither strictly follow recipes. My husband changes this and that and may not measure ingredients, while my son-in-law enjoys creating his own dishes.

The thing is … the food not only turns out … it's often improved from the originals.

So, now I take a few risks here and there. I sometimes add in a little more or less of an ingredient. I may throw in something that’s not even listed in the recipe.

I’ve learned to apply this lesson to not only my cooking, but my life … It was pretty much the same. I stuck to a plan or a schedule and was reluctant to change course. I played it safe.

It’s good to have a plan to follow. Without one, it’s sometimes difficult to get anything accomplished. We don’t want to wander aimlessly through our days, weeks, and years.

If we follow our plan too closely—afraid to veer off the path for even a short amount of time—we risk missing out on something exciting. Just like food without seasoning, our life can become bland. And who wants to lead a boring life?

Like a chief adding a pinch of seasoning here and a pinch of spice there … taking little adventures and experiencing new things adds flavor to our lives.

So what are you going to “cook up” this coming week?

Dawn

The Story Isn’t Over

2011-07-08T13:15:00.000-07:00

How many times have you wondered why?

Like … why do bad things happen to good people?

Why don't things always work out the way we want them to?

Why doesn’t God answer all prayers with a “yes?”

This past Thursday, my husband and I made a visit to my stepdaughter’s grave on what would have been her 28^th birthday. Angie died in a freak car accident when she was only 19 years old. It devastated our family. It didn’t make sense to us why God allowed a beautiful, smart girl to die at such a young age. She didn’t do anything to deserve it. And she loved the Lord and shared her faith with those around her. We still wonder what she’d be like and doing with her life today. We've asked why many times….

I’ve watched people being frustrated over job loss or not getting the promotion they worked hard for.

I’ve listened to women cry over sweet romances gone sour, wondering why they can’t find someone to love them the way they deserve to be loved.

I’ve empathized with those questioning why some have an abundance of wealth, while others struggle to make rent.

We've heard about unwed teens getting pregnant, while married couples put themselves through expensive fertility treatments in hopes of having a child.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve questioned God less because I’ve experienced answers to some of the whys. I've learned there are sometimes good reasons behind disappointments and God saying "no" or "not now."

Heartbreak over men dated was healed when the right one came into a woman’s life. She saw and understood how God protected her from making a wrong choice.

A job that someone desperately wanted would have stood in the way of a better and more fulfilling opportunity down the road.

People who struggled financially were grateful for what they had and sometimes were more willing to share than those financially blessed.

Infertile couples provided loving homes for children who would otherwise be raised in a system that couldn’t provide the same kind of care.

First Corinthians 13:12 says, “For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.”

We don’t have all the answers as to why things happen like they do. And we may never have answers until we’re face to face with God and gain only the understanding that he can provide. I’ll always wonder why Angie died. But, I believe God used her death for good—maybe to reach people who knew her with the reality that they’re not invincible.

I do know this …

While situations may not be what we want at any given time, we don’t know what God has in store for us in the future. While he sees the big picture, we only see what’s right in front of our eyes.

Whatever your circumstances, remember that the story isn’t over … and it won’t be over until we reach THE END.

Dawn

Blog Tour – Book Review of Martha by Diana Wallis Taylor

2011-06-30T09:29:00.000-07:00

In Martha, author Diana Wallis Taylor gives readers a fictional portrayal of one of the women found in the New Testament. Unlike her sister, Mary, Martha is known for being more interested in completing her work than sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Through story, we’re given an opportunity to view Martha as a whole person instead of someone who just has her priorities out of order. The author does an excellent job of combining her imagination with what was written in the Bible as she weaves the culture and practices of that time into the novel.

Martha, Mary, and their brother, Lazarus, develop a strong and loyal friendship with Jesus. It’s no wonder their world is shaken when they’re told he’s been crucified. But, having a relationship with Jesus has changed Martha’s life.

Maybe it was because I’ve heard much of the biblical accounts included in the book since I was a child that I found myself wanting something more—something a little deeper. At times, I felt this book would fit better in a Young Adult (YA) category.

However, before reading this book, I’d never thought of Martha as someone who may have loved and wanted a family of her own. In the story, she’s rejected by the man in the village she hopes to marry, she falls in love with a Roman soldier, and she takes on the responsibility of caring for her siblings after her father dies. Thinking about what she may have experienced gave me a different perspective. Martha questions her purpose in life. What direction is the right one? It’s a question most readers will be able to relate to.

If you enjoy reading biblical fiction, I encourage you to try Martha.

Available June 2011 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.

Diana Wallis Taylor is an inspirational speaker, an award-winning writer, and the author of the novel Journey to the Well. She lives in California.

DISCLOSURE: I was graciously provided a copy of The Search by Revell Publishing. I was not required to write a positive review and the opinions I have expressed are my own.

A Mother’s Prayers

2011-06-24T09:29:00.000-07:00

If you’re a mother who wonders if God answers prayers for your children, I can testify that He does. It may take hours, days, or years … but God will honor your heartfelt requests. I’ve seen it happen in my own life more than once, and every time it does, I’m humbled.

My two daughters, Brooke and Ana, are 2 ½ years apart in age. When they were wee ones, I prayed over them as they lay curled up in their beds at night. I asked God to watch over them. I still pray for His protection.

As young teens dealing with fluctuating hormones, they fought like most siblings. Sixteen years ago they didn’t have personal cell phones. Many of the arguments were about one getting off the phone so the other one could monopolize it!

I prayed that they’d grow up to become best friends … and you know what? They are. At 27 and 29, they’re still close—even with one now living on the east coast and one living on the west coast.

When their father and I divorced, Ana was a freshman and Brooke was a junior in high school. Since we’d kept our “problems” quiet, both girls were angry and confused. Life could have unraveled even further. They might never have forgiven me, and I could have lost them. But, I trusted the relationships and love we had for each other and a God who loved all three of us. He didn’t let me down. There was healing, and what we have today is even stronger.

Brooke is an actress who has worked hard at her craft. In the entertainment industry, just as it is for writers, it’s difficult to break in. While living in Seattle, she paid her dues and found her place in the theater community here. But two years ago, her husband accepted a job transfer to New York. They were both thrilled, but although NYC is the place to be for actors, it meant starting all over again—sometimes attending more than one audition in a day. I prayed that opportunities would open up, and God answered. Later this year, she’ll leave on a national tour for eight months playing the oldest daughter in a production of Fiddler on the Roof. God is good!

Most recently God has honored my prayers for Ana.

Through life’s challenges and struggles, instead of turning away from God like she could have, she sought and drew closer to Him.

One of her heart’s desires was to find someone to share her life with, but it seemed the harder she looked, the more she experienced disappointment. Some of the young men who pursued her weren’t the men they presented themselves to be. My heart ached as her hopes rose, only to be hurt again.

I couldn’t fix it for her … I could only offer encouragement and prayer. And I did pray. For God to send the right man for her—someone who would cherish her as she deserved. Someone who was a man of God and who would provide spiritual leadership in the home.

Ana met Shawn through mutual friends at their church. They later realized that they both had signed up to go on a mission trip and spent months training for the adventure. In July, 2010, they traveled with a team to South Africa where they shared their testimonies in churches, played with children, visited homes, and assisted with HIV-Aids testing. Soon after they returned, they admitted to being interested in more than friendship and began spending a lot of time together.

Since then, our families have enjoyed time together. The first time I met Shawn’s mother, we stood in my kitchen observing the couple. It was so obvious that they were meant for each other. His mother shared with me that she had prayed for years for the right woman to come into his life, and as I explained that I, too, had prayed for someone for Ana, we both teared up, knowing that God had answered the prayers of two mothers.

Ana and Shawn recently got engaged. Their families and friends are celebrating with them even before the wedding. We’re convinced that God brought them together.

The waiting and the heartaches have been explained. The past relationships weren’t right. God wanted them to wait until He could provide the best for them.

I look at them, and I know … God honors a mother’s prayer.

Don’t ever stop praying for your children. He hears you … and He’ll answer.

Dawn

Blog Tour – Review of Chasing Sunsets by Eva Marie Everson

2011-06-16T09:47:00.000-07:00

Chasing Sunsets by Eva Marie Everson is a contemporary romance in which two people get a second chance at their first love.

Kimberly Tucker, a school teacher and the mother of two young boys, is trying to get on with her life after going through a divorce she didn’t want. She struggles to understand what went wrong in her marriage, but her husband seems to be living it up, dating a variety of women.

When Kimberly must send her boys to stay with their father for five weeks during the summer, her father convinces her to spend time at the family vacation home in Cedar Key. She hasn’t been there in years—not since her mother died. Once there, she doesn’t understand why a childhood friend treats her coldly, but she finds friendship with the warm and wise older woman living next door.

It doesn’t take long before she also runs into her first love, handsome Steven Granger, who broke her heart when he left for college and married someone else. Along with a daughter, Steven has a story of his own. Also divorced, he’s returned to Cedar Key to run his father’s business. Happy to see Kimberly again, he begins pursuing her, but still not completely healed of former wounds, she’s not sure she’s ready to open her heart to him again.

Kimberly holds on to the painful belief that she lost two men she loved because she wasn’t good enough for them. While dealing with those untruths, she also discovers some things about the past that shake her world. She struggles with letting go and moving forward, but also begins to understand that she can’t fix or control everything.

I was drawn into the character’s lives from the first page to the last. Kimberly felt like a close friend, and I cheered her on as she learned to trust and began opening herself up to love again. I grew to care for her family, as well as the elderly neighbor next door.

The author gives us an engaging story that is both romantic and hope-filled. It reminds us that although things may not go as we’ve planned, God can still work things out for good.

This is the work I’ve read by Eva Marie Everson, but it won’t be the last. If you enjoy reading contemporary Christian romance, I highly recommend Chasing Sunsets.

Chasing Sunsets is available June 2011 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.

Eva Marie Everson is a speaker, a popular radio personality, and the award-winning author of Things Left Unspoken and This Fine Life. She is coauthor of the Potluck Club series and the Potluck Catering Club series. Eva Marie lives in Florida.

DISCLOSURE: I was graciously provided a copy of The Search by Revell Publishing. I was not required to write a positive review and the opinions I have expressed are my own.

The Character Therapist

2011-06-10T00:10:00.000-07:00

What is character therapy?

Character therapy is a service Jeannie Campbell does when she uses her professional training and experience as a licensed clinician to evaluate and diagnose fictional characters.

Up until now, Jeannie has been serving writers through her Character Therapy blog. But this month, she’s launched her new website, The Character Therapist, which offers even more help to writers.

Who is Jeannie?

Jeannie the Therapist:
Jeannie Campbell is a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist (MFC # 45366) in the state of California. She is Head of Clinical Services for a large non-profit in Humboldt County, and enjoys working mainly with children and parents.

Jeannie graduated summa cum laude from New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary with a Masters of Divinity with Specialization in Psychology and Counseling and magna cum laude from the University of Mississippi with a double major in psychology and journalism. She has worked in a crisis pregnancy center, psychiatric hospital, drug rehabilitative program, several non-profits and homeless shelters, a foster family agency, and in private practice.

Jeannie the Writer:
Jeannie has been writing ever since she received a diary for her fifth birthday. She began writing angst-ridden middle-grade novels in junior high, often commandeering the family computer for hours on end. After eight years of higher educational pursuits, she moved onto adult contemporary romance and romantic suspense, frequently using her day job as a therapist to generate lots of fodder for her night job as a writer.

Two of Jeannie’s “therapeutic romance” manuscripts have garnered the high praise of being finalists in the Genesis Contest for unpublished writers, sponsored by the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW), of which she is an active member. She writes a popular monthly column for Christian Fiction Online Magazine and has been featured in many other e-zines, newspapers, and blogs.

How can you—a published or aspiring writer—benefit?

1) Write characters more realistically.
Using a search engine to find out information about a mental disorder yields a very different result than asking a therapist who has treated those same problems in real life. Instead of getting a bunch of stale facts, I can help you breathe life into your characters while taking into consideration your unique story world.

2) Plot more feasibly.
Plotting the external conflict around your character’s internal conflict is essential to create tension on every page. Understanding the character’s driving goals and motivation in relation to their emotional state will help you figure out what plot points need to occur to maximize the character’s arc to its fullest potential.

3) Avoid clichéd or incorrect depictions of mental disorders.
My passion is helping those not afflicted with mental disorders understand those who are. Since one in four adults have a mental disorder, the likelihood of one of your characters having one is pretty high. But you want every nuance to ring true about the character, not feel cardboard cutout or stereotyped. So pick my brain instead of yours to avoid pitfalls of re-writing later.

Elizabeth Mueller

Make an “appointment” with the therapist through the website by filling out an intake form. Submit and she’ll notify you before she posts your character’s free brief assessment on her blog. More in-depth assessments are available for a small fee.

Jeannie also provides other free options on the site, including articles on topics like stereotypes, and a subscription to her newsletter.

Interested?

Check out The Character Therapist at http://www.charactertherapist.com/

A Few Encouraging Words

2011-06-03T09:59:00.000-07:00

Have you ever seen a child’s eyes light up when told he’s done a good job? Or when he’s trying to do something for the first time—like tie his shoes, climb a tree, or ride a bike—and his parents say, “Keep going! You can do it!”

Children need encouragement. But, that need doesn’t fade when little boys and girls grow into adult men and women.

My husband and I watched the new TV show Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition which airs Monday nights on ABC. The show documents amazing makeovers of eight super obese people who set out to safely lose half of their body weight in one year. Each segment shows one person going through the yearlong stages with the help of nutrition expert and trainer, Chris Powell.

The debut followed 21-year-old Rachel, who not only struggled with her weight, but with gaining her family's support in her new lifestyle. At the end of the year, she’d lost around 200 pounds. Amazing!!! Especially when you consider that we complain how difficult it is to lose 5 or 10 pounds.

I don’t believe she could have done it without “encouragement” from her trainer. Someone who kept telling her over and over that she could do it.

Here’s the thing. Everyone needs encouragement now and then. Whether it’s to keep working toward a weight-loss goal, finding a job, learning something new … or just getting through a difficult day.

Giving encouragement costs us nothing but the few seconds it takes to utter the words. But those words can alter a person’s day, perspective, and ability to continue pushing forward. Those words can be affirming and in some instances, even life-changing.

Be alert and always mindful of ways you can encourage people today, tomorrow, and every day. With just a little effort, you can make a difference in someone’s life.

Dawn

Book Review – The Art of Romance by Kaye Dacus

2011-05-27T12:22:00.000-07:00

The Art of Romance by Kaye Dacus begins with an interesting and lively group of older women who are competing to have the first great-grandchild. Two best friends, Perty and Sassy, decide to be matchmakers and bring their two grandchildren, Caylor and Dylan, together.

Caylor is an at attractive thirty-four year-old English professor who writes Christian romance novels. She lives with her grandmother, Sassy, not because she has to, but because she wants to help take care of her. Caylor loves her spunky grandmother and is content with the arrangement, believing that romance for her will remain within the stories she creates.

Dylan is a twenty-eight year-old artist who was fired from his teaching job at a college because of a betrayal by his ex-girlfriend. Because he has nowhere else to go, he returns to his home town. Dylan moves into an apartment above the garage at his grandparents’ home and gets a temporary teaching job at Caylor’s school. The two are naturally thrown together, and his grandmother, Perty, couldn’t be happier.

The two professors are attracted to each other, but they’re each hiding something they're ashamed to admit. If Caylor reveals that she’s discovered Dylan’s secret, she’ll have to reveal one of her own….

This story has many wonderful elements: romance, art, music, humor, conflict, quirky characters, and great friendships. The family dynamics encompass both the good and the bad. Who wouldn’t love Sassy and Perty? They adore their grandchildren, but they also hold them accountable. We get to see the relationships between siblings, as well as between children and parents. Parents whose expectations sometimes don’t fall within the perimeters of unconditional love.

The Art of Romance is a story with flawed characters so likeable you wish they could be your friends. If you want romance, you couldn’t have a more satisfying ending.

It's also a story about actions having consequences—and learning from the past so the same mistakes aren't made over and over again. If that can be done, there's hope for a better and brighter future.

If you enjoy contemporary romance with a bit of humor, you’ll enjoy The Art of Romance.

Humor, Hope, and Happily Ever Afters! Kaye Dacus is the author of humorous, hope-filled contemporary and historical romances with Barbour Publishing and Harvest House Publishers. She holds a Master of Arts in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University, is a former Vice President of American Christian Fiction Writers, and currently serves as President of Middle Tennessee Christian Writers. Kaye lives in Nashville, Tennessee, and even though she writes romance novels, she is not afraid to admit that she’s never been kissed.

The World Ends!

2011-05-20T09:10:00.000-07:00

The latest prediction is that the world will end on Saturday, May 21, 2011. Today is … hmmm … Friday, May 20, 2011. The world comes to an end TOMORROW, people!!!

Right now people around the globe are emotionally, intellectually, and physically invested in believing this prediction. Why? Out of anticipation—curiosity—fear?

The world’s end has been predicted before—more than once. I’ll give you just a few examples. Televangelist Pat Robertson predicted Judgment Day would come in 1982. Joseph Smith, founder of the Mormon church predicted the world would end by 1891, and a group that became the Seventh-Day Adventists predicted the end by 1843.

This time, it’s coming from Harold Camping, an 89-year-old retired civil engineer from Oakland, California. He believes he knows when the world will end because of numerological calculations based on what he’s read in the Bible. Camping just happens to have a ministry with the capability to broadcast around the world—and he’s done just that. The prediction has been publicized in almost every country.

"No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.” (Matthew 24:36 NIV)

I recently read “End of the world? How about a party instead?” written by Tom Breen from the Associated Press. According to the article, there’s been unrest involving thousands of people in Vietnam who believe Camping. His prediction has been spread by using radio, satellite TV, daily website updates, billboards, subway ads, and RV caravans hitting dozens of cities and missionaries scattered from Latin America to Asia.Billboards have gone up in Israel, Jordan, Lebanon and Iraq.

One report stated that Camping has amassed $120 million in donations from followers. So … if the world is ending … why does he need so much money? Is he using all of it to help get the word out in time?

Others insist that the world will come to an end as we know it on December 12, 2012. There’s even an official website for believers. There you can find a long list of articles that explain why this date is THEE date. The site showcases a long list of celebrities who “supposedly” agree with this prediction. You can get your 2012 survival guide—as well as your 2012 T-shirts through this site.

Some of the 2012 followers feel that instead of the second coming of Christ or the ultimate destruction of the world, the year 2012 may be more about internal transformation rather than external change.

Out of curiosity, I skimmed through some of the articles on that site. It all sounds kind of complicated to me.

“So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him.” (Matthew 24:44 NIV)

What do I believe?

I believe that we should live each day as best we can—being productive, giving, and loving—appreciating the people in our lives. I believe in trying to live each day—as much as I can—as though it were my last, even though there are days when I still get bogged down with feeling I need to check things off my “to-do” list.

I believe that Christ will come when God, the Father, decides it’s time. That may mean after my time on earth, ten years from now, next week—or even before I finish typing my next word.

Whenever that time comes, I’m ready….

Are you?

Dawn

Small Acts of Kindness

2011-05-13T14:29:00.000-07:00

Small acts of kindness—gestures that brighten the day and lift the load. Have you observed any lately? Have you been the giver or receiver of kindness?

This week I struggled with some technical issues pertaining to the blog for writers that I co-host and write with several other authors. We wanted to create a widget—a button for the blog called Seriously Write. None of us are very “techy,” so I offered to work on solving the issue.

I reached a certain point and then hit a roadblock. I thought of someone who might be able to help and contacted her. She wasn’t obligated to do anything. But, she not only provided written directions, she resolved the problem and then expressed that she was glad to help. What had caused me to hit my head against the wall turned out to be a simple fix for her.

Small matter to her—but to me, it was huge. Not once did she make me feel that I was a nuisance. I was grateful for her assistance—and her kindness.

She’s not the only person who’s helped me out with technical issues. An acquaintance works for Blogger, and I contact her whenever I have problems. With cyber smiles and a gracious, willing heart, she’s always taken time to answer questions and help out. Her kindness has made my life easier.

Someone opens and holds the door for a woman with a stroller in one hand, and a child in another.

A young man shovels or snow-blows a neighbor’s driveway on a cold, winter day.

An elderly woman is given a ride to a doctor’s appointment by someone who attends her church.

An appreciative parent writes an encouraging note to a stressed-out teacher.

A friend offers to take a new mom’s baby for a few hours so she can rest.

A meal is cooked for a family going through a tough time.

These may be small acts of kindness that may not take a lot of effort on the giver’s part—but they can mean so much to the receiver.

Have you observed any acts of kindness lately?

Have you been the receiver?

Have you offered an act of kindness?

This week, think about the small things you can do to brighten someone else’s day.

Dawn

Book Review – Making Waves by Lorna Seilstad

2011-05-06T02:22:00.000-07:00

Lorna Seilstad’s debut novel, Making Waves, was on my list of “to read” books for some time. I recently had a chance to curl up in a comfortable chair and open the pages.

The Story …

Marguerite Westing lives a privileged life, and she’s thrilled when her father announces the family will spend the summer of 1895 at Lake Manawa, Iowa. Along with other wealthy families, they pitch several tents near the water and discover it’s the hot vacation spot for the summer. This is not the kind of camping you may remember from your childhood. The Westings have also brought along their “help.”

Marguerite is delighted that she may have a breather from Roger Gordon, a successful businessman who is pursuing her. Marguerite’s mother is doing all she can to get them married, but the man bores adventurous Marguerite. Unfortunately Roger shows up, intending to monopolize as much of her time as he can.

When Marguerite becomes determined to learn how to sail—not an option for young women during that time—she figures out a way to maneuver into being taught by the handsome Trip Andrews.

The summer starts out light and playful, but soon things are turned upside down as Marguerite falls for Trip, attempts to fend off Roger, and wonders why her father is sneaking out at night. More than one person is keeping secrets. Not everything is what it first seems to appear.

The Review …

Making Waves is an impressive debut for the author’s Lake Manawa Summers series. It was the perfect book to read as we move into the summer and anticipate both fun and lazy sun-filled days.

The author did an excellent job making me feel like I was at Lake Manawa with the characters. I could almost taste the vanilla ice cream with fresh, sweet strawberries spooned over the top. I felt the wind blowing through my hair and the water spray on my face as the sailboat skimmed over the water.

I admired Marguerite’s independence, spunk, and love of adventure. It was easy to fall in love with Trip, who came to her rescue more than once. I also had no problem despising the villain, Roger Gordon, who turned out to not only be boring, but self-absorbed and dangerous.

But even heroines and heroes are not perfect, and both Marguerite and Trip have their faults. She uses small lies to hide the truth and get her way, and he uses preconceived ideas about people to keep them at a distance. Their flaws help make the characters believable and relatable.

At first Marguerite comes off as being a bit ditsy, but as the story progresses, we learn that there’s more to the young woman. She’s not only caring, she’s intelligent and capable of doing a lot more than what women were giving credit for during that time.

Light-hearted and humorous, with a touch of mystery, the story also holds a thought-provoking theme. Lies—whether they’re big or small—can be hurtful and destructive. Small lies can quickly become larger ones. However … the truth can set a person free.

If you want a delightful summer read, I recommend reading Making Waves. I’m also looking forward to reading the author’s just released, A Great Catch, the second book in the Lake Manawa Summers series.

Lorna Seilstad is a history buff, antique collector, and freelance graphic designer. A former high school English and journalism teacher, she has won several online writing awards and is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. She lives and draws her setting from Iowa.

His Princess

2011-04-30T15:08:00.000-07:00

Were you one of many who stayed up late or got up early to watch the royal wedding between William and Kate?

I did neither, but I’ll admit that I watched television clips on morning TV shows leading up to the wedding, as well as broadcasts following the event.

Like many women, I waited to see the dress. And Kate didn’t let me down. It was stunning! She was stunning!

I was glued to the TV when Charles and Diana married. She looked nervous and shy walking down the aisle. It’s nice to see how loving and comfortable William and Kate’s relationship seems to be—and how much more at ease with her new role Kate appears.

Why are we so interested in people of royality? Why do we want to know what they wear, what they eat, or who is invited to their weddings?

What little girl has never wanted to be a princess? I grew up reading about Cinderella, Aurora (Sleeping Beauty), Snow White, and Repunzal—to name a few! Now little girls also want to be Belle, Jasmine, and Ariel. Older girls may hope to become the homecoming or prom queen. There’s just something about a diamond tiara and a flowing gown that makes a female feel special.

Not all—but many of us—have dreamed at one time or another of our own Prince Charming. We want romance. Whether we admit it or not, many of us desire to be loved and protected by a strong, dashing man. And who wouldn’t give up cleaning toilets to live in a castle?

We may not live in a palace. Or wear a jeweled crown. But we're still part of a royal family, and our King rules over a kingdom that can't be compared to any other.

With God as my Father, I am a princess. His princess. And with God as YOUR Father, you are too…unless you’re a prince, of course.

Excuse me while I go look for my tiara.

Dawn

Sun Breaks

2011-04-22T07:49:00.000-07:00

Sun breaks are one of life’s simplest joys. They can almost make you feel like you’ve found a forgotten twenty-dollar bill in your coat pocket—on a day when you’re really craving a double Caramel Macchiato, but you’ve already spent your latte budget for the week.

I’m blessed to have a home office with four large windows, so I’ve been especially enjoying sun breaks these past few weeks while our Seattle weather has been crazy! We’ve experienced: dark and gloomy overcast skies, hail, rain, wind, snow, and sunshine. Sometimes all of them more than once in the same day!

When the sun makes an appearance, it can bring with it renewed energy and a changed attitude. It has the ability to brighten a person’s spirits and outlook on almost anything.

The weather, in so many ways, reflects life. The other night I drove twenty minutes to our church for a service and a worship team rehearsal. When I left home the sun was shining. By the time I arrived at the church, pea-sized hail pelted and covered the ground. Later, I drove home in snow so blinding that without the reflective yellow bumps in the middle of the road, I would have had a difficult time driving knowing where the road curved. Shortly before arriving home, the snow stopped. The next morning, I awoke to blue skies and sunshine.

There may be times when we feel like we’re getting pelted—beat up—with not hail, but the hard stuff that happens in life. We experience job loss, financial instability, health problems, and maybe even the death of a loved one.

There may also be times—just like driving in that snow storm—when we struggle finding our way and need a little help or guidance.

And then we experience a sun break.

Maybe a career opportunity is presented, a new medicine is affective, or we just feel better when friends offer their love and support.

Today—the day I’m posting this article—is Good Friday. The day Christians remember the sacrifice Jesus made by dying on the cross. The skies reflected what was happening in the world that night….

It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last. (Luke 23:44-46 NIV)

My favorite worship service is held on Good Friday. I like it even better if it falls on a dark and stormy evening because it helps me go there—at the foot of the cross. It’s a time when I think, more than any other, about what Christ suffered on my behalf.

But we’re never left in the dark for long, because on Easter morning, we experience a wonderful sun break. And we’re reminded that “He has risen!” (Luke 24:6 NIV).

Christ has risen. He has risen indeed.

Have a blessed Easter … and a fabulous week.

Dawn

Brothers and Sisters

2011-04-15T09:56:00.000-07:00

Siblings. I have two. A brother, two and a half years younger, and a sister, nine years younger. Yes, I’m the first born. Don’t get me started on how we firstborns take a hit for the team before the younger ones even take their first breath. We break our parents in by providing opportunities for them to develop their parenting skills. And while our siblings seem to get away with everything, we’re expected to be cooperative and responsible.

Even though we grew up in the same house, my brother, sister, and I are very different. It’s not that we don’t get along—we do. But, we have dissimilar interests, goals, and temperaments. I’ve sometimes wondered how three children with the same parents could grow up to be so diverse in how we think and approach various situations.

I recently watched the movie, Conviction, starring Hilary Swank. It made me think a lot about sibling relationships. Conviction is based on a true story about Betty Anne Waters (Swank), a high school dropout who spent twelve years putting herself through law school while she worked as a single mother, raising two sons. Betty Anne’s brother was wrongfully convicted of murder and his chances to appeal his conviction through public defenders became exhausted.

Betty Anne didn’t necessarily want to practice law because she had a dream to defend or prosecute criminals. She just loved and believed in her brother so much, she was willing to do whatever it took to free him. As soon as she passed the bar and could practice law, she went to work on her brother’s behalf. Challenging the conviction with DNA evidence, with the help of the Innocence Project, she proved her brother's innocence, and he walked out a free man after 18 years in prison.

I’ve asked myself, “Could I do that? Could I completely devote myself to such a cause?”

I’ve wondered what contributes to siblings having that kind of commitment to each other. It’s certainly not the case in every family. I’m sure we’ve all seen examples of sibling rivalry so extreme—or blowups so big—that brothers and sisters go years without seeing or talking to each other.

Betty Anne and Kenneth grew up in an unstable home. They probably felt they only had each other. They depended on each other for love, companionship, and survival.

I’ve read that sibling relationships result from complex factors that include gender, temperament, age spacing, and birth order. They’re also influenced by parenting behaviors, marital quality, and family conflict.

Two of my favorite TV shows revolve around brother-sister relationships. Parenthood can be seen on Tuesday nights on NBC, and Brothers and Sisters is aired Sundays nights on ABC. I think what I love so much about both shows is that although the characters are flawed—they all screw up—they eventually forgive each other. And even when they’re angry—they still show up when their brothers and sisters need them. Because they’re family. Because no matter what happens, they still love each other.

We may not always agree with our siblings. We may not even always like them. But the fact remains … we’re still family. And for those of us who may not have a brother or sister, we can sometimes find friends who make us feel like we do.

“I don't believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.” ~Maya Angelou

“A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.” (Proverbs 18:24 NIV)

Whether we’re bonded to our brothers and sisters through blood or through our hearts, they’re an important part of our lives.

“A brother shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams.” ~Author Unknown

“Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk.” ~Susan Scarf Merrell

Have a great week … and say a prayer of thanks for the “brothers” and “sisters” in your life.

Dawn

Impatient to be Patient

2011-04-08T09:02:00.000-07:00

Are you a patient person? Do you care whether you are or not? Or are you someone who is impatient to be patient?

Most of the time I can go with the flow. I patiently wait in lines, I listen to people for however long they need to talk, and I’ll wait for days to receive a response to questions or tasks that need to be accomplished. But even I have times when my patience is tried.

I don’t know what traffic is like where you live, but the Seattle area is known for being inhabited by scary drivers. I understand that people have places to go and people to see, but do they have to almost run me off the road in the process?

I try to be aware of other drivers, and I’m courteous in letting people move into my lane. Unfortunately, too often, other people behind the wheel weren’t brought up to be polite and take their turn. They shoot in and around other vehicles at the slightest whim, seemingly unconcerned that they’re putting lives in jeopardy. I become a little less patient in those situations.

Walking into a grocery store is like venturing into a war zone. I try to be observant and sensitive to those around me. I move my cart to the side, and step out of the way as soon as another shopper approaches. People wander, oblivious to anyone else around them. They step in front of me or block aisles with their carts and bodies. They’d rather go through me than around me. No matter what object draws my interest, they’ve got to converge to look at the same thing—at the same time. While standing in the checkout lane, some even try to nudge me along faster by brushing up against me as I make my payment. “Stay back, people! You’re invading my personal space!”

We’ve become so used to our modern conveniences, that we expect things to move at rapid speed. We’re not content with anything taking even a small amount of time.

We become irritated when the microwave takes two minutes to cook food instead of thirty seconds.

Our feet tap the floor while waiting for our e-mail to come up on the computer. Remember dial-up? It would take FOREVER to get online, and then we’d suddenly be kicked off.

My husband and I love having a DVR. We tape almost everything we watch so we can zip through the commercials. When we do watch something televised as scheduled, we become impatient with having to sit through the commercials. I’ve even found myself picking up the remote out of habit, thinking that I could skip through the commercials, and then realizing it wasn’t possible.

Let’s not even talk about computerized answering systems for companies that force you to go through either pushing ongoing numbers or vocally repeating yourself until you actually get connected with a live person!

We become impatient while attempting to lose weight. Why can’t we just lose it as fast as we’d like?

Prayers for God to do great things in our lives are expected to be answered overnight. After all, isn’t he God? Shouldn’t the desires of my heart show up on the doorstep the next morning?

Yes … there are times when our patience can indeed be tried. We’re human.

But there's great value in being patient.

In backing off and being patient while driving, a life may be saved.

By setting frustration aside and being more tolerant and patient with shoppers, we’re showing respect and humbling ourselves—even if they’re not aware of it. That person who may be oblivious to the fact that we were just about to grab that same can of olives may have had the day from hell. They may have more things on their mind than staying out of our way.

Being patient with our spouses, children, friends, and co-workers is another way to demonstrate not only God’s love, but a maturity in our faith. “A man's wisdom gives him patience; it is to his glory to overlook an offense” (Proverbs 19:11 NIV).

God desires us to be patient in all things and with all people. “And we urge you, brothers, warn those who are idle, encourage the timid, help the weak, be patient with everyone” (1 Thessalonians 5:14).

It’s not always easy to be patient … but think of how often God is patient with us …

Dawn

Book Review - Whisper on the Wind by Maureen Lang

2011-04-01T12:17:00.000-07:00

Whisper on the Wind is a historical romance set in Brussels, Belgium, at the height of WWI. It’s 1916, and Isa Lassone, a Belgian-American socialite taken out of the country by her wealthy parents as the war began, sneaks back into the country.

The young woman is there for one purpose—to rescue the man she loves and his family. Edward was a childhood friend, and his mother, Genny, always paid more attention to Isa than her own mother ever had. But since Edward refuses to leave, so does his mother and younger brother. Edward shows no sign of returning Isa’s romantic feelings, but she’s also determined to stay.

Isa works with an American official to gain access to her home, now occupied by German soldiers. The soldiers are forced to leave, with the exception of a major, injured and recuperating. Genny and her youngest son also move into the house. Edward (having survived a German work camp and presumed dead) must live elsewhere, taking on a variety of aliases. In his pursuit to liberate Belgium, he’s involved in an extensive secret network that prints and distributes the underground newspaper La Libre Belgique.

Wanting to help Edward’s cause and her beloved country, Isa becomes involved in the distribution of the underground paper, putting herself in danger—especially with a German officer living under the same roof.

Whisper on the Wind is the first novel I’ve read that’s used a World War I setting. In the past, I’ve been drawn to books set during World War II. Since this was a new time period for me, and since I’m not a history buff, I didn’t mind that a lot of historical facts weren’t woven into the story.

In the beginning of the story, Isa is likeable enough, but she’s also naïve, immature, and seems to be oblivious to real danger. Given that she’s very young and lovesick for Edward, it does make sense that she’d take some risks without being concerned for her safety. However, as the story progresses, Isa begins to display great strength and courage.

The German major’s presence in the house adds tension to the story, but his growing friendship with the inhabitants is also a testimony to the fact that people are people—no matter what side they’re on. They can love … and they can experience pain. This story also reminds that God loves us, no matter who we are.

This isn’t just a sweet romance. There are lives at stake, and the story includes suspenseful moments. It is a story about courage, friendship, sacrificial love, hope, faith … and forgiveness.

I thoroughly enjoyed Whisper in the Wind, and if you enjoy Christian historical romance … I think you will too.

Maureen Lang is the winner of several writing awards, including the romance Writers of America Golden Heart award and the American Christian Fiction Writers Noble Theme award. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and three children. To find out more about Maureen, visit her website at http://www.maureenlang.com/

The Heart of the Volunteer

2011-03-25T11:09:00.000-07:00

My husband and I aren’t fans of reality shows, but there is one that has caught our attention—Secret Millionaire, which airs Sunday nights on ABC.

In this show, millionaires go undercover with the story that they’re filming a documentary about volunteers. They move into poverty-stricken—and sometimes dangerous—areas for a week with few dollars to live on. Their goal is to find worthy community programs, and then donate portions of their wealth to help continue the work being done.

So far we’ve watched entrepreneur Dani Johnson spend a week in Knoxville, Tennessee. Real estate investor Marc Paskin spend a week in the dangerous part of Detroit. And motivational guru James Malinchak live on welfare-level wages in Gary, Indiana, where he had to worry about bullets flying through his window.

What they discovered has probably changed their lives forever. They found people who clean up neighborhoods, and those who patrol them to lessen the number of crimes committed. Volunteers who provide after-school programs, mentoring and educational programs for children and adults, soup kitchens, and transportation to medical appointments and dialysis.

One family completely makes over bedrooms of very ill or terminally ill children so they have a cheery place to stay. Because of finances being drained, they didn’t know if they could continue fixing up bedrooms—even though the need is great—until they were presented with large check by one of the millionaires.

The wealthy who write out the large checks should be appreciated for their generosity. They don’t have to share a penny of what they’ve earned through ingenuity and hard work. But the real heroes are the volunteers and people who run these programs day after day.

People with little money to live on are giving many hours to their communities—hoping to make a better place—a better life—for others. They provide opportunities for young people to not only stay out of trouble, but to possibly go to college. These volunteers scrape by with whatever funds they can raise. They don’t ask for anything for themselves, but they give so much.

What has impressed and moved me is the kind of heart these volunteers display—their genuine care and concern—their love—for people. They don’t volunteer to draw attention to themselves, or to receive accolades. They focus on helping others ahead of helping themselves.

It takes a servant’s heart to be that kind of volunteer. “Whoever wants to become great must become a servant.” (Matthew 20:26 The Message Bible)

I believe many of us would like to give our time and talents to help others. I believe we have good intentions. But, too often our willingness to actually jump in is hindered by perceived obstacles: it’s too far to drive, I don’t have time, it’s too much of a commitment, it’s too hard, I’m not qualified, it doesn’t fit into my schedule … Sometimes, we’re just plain selfish. I have to admit—I, too, am guilty of making excuses.

Of course, there's a flip side. There are those who burn themselves out because they volunteer too much! So where is the balance? What are we called to do? What is our passion? Where can our time and talents best be used?

The answer lies within our own hearts.

Book Review – Within My Heart by Tamera Alexander

2011-03-18T11:38:00.001-07:00

Within My Heart is a historical romance set in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. It’s 1877, and despite financial setbacks, recent widowed Rachel Boyd is determined to fulfill her late husband’s dream of raising their two boys on a successful ranch. A physician's daughter, and familiar with medical treatment, Rachel provided what care she could until a young doctor moved into the area.

Doctor Rand Brookston arrived in Timber Ridge several years earlier, hoping to one day build a proper clinic for the townspeople. Since patients tend to pay with food and bartered services, he wonders if he’ll ever save enough funds to see his dream come true. Rand admires Rachel from a distance, and he wonders why she seems to dislike him. He’s unaware that she resents doctors because of the hurtful relationship she had with her father.

When tragedy strikes and a close friend of Rachel's may die, she must put her personal feelings aside and rely on the young doctor's help. A tentative friendship begins as Rachel and Rand work together to provide medical care for Ben. Ben and his wife, Lydia, face their fears that he may not survive. Their marriage is a testimony to the love and devotion a husband and wife can have for each other, and the kind of peace God is willing to provide during times of crisis.

Rand is a masculine hero, but he’s also patient, gentle, and compassionate. Rachel is a feminine heroine, but she’s also strong, independent, capable, and stubborn. As they both deal with obstacles standing in the way of their dreams, they begin to trust and lean on each other.

Within My Heart is a story about having enough faith in God—his protection and plan for our lives—to face our deepest fears. Who doesn’t have some kind of fear, whether it’s real or imagined, huge or small?

Rachel fears that if she loses the ranch or cares for another man, she’ll dishonor her dead husband, who she deeply loved. Without knowing his history, Rand’s fear might seem irrational, but the cause of his fear makes it believable. It’s so real, it almost has a paralyzing affect on him. Both must overcome their fears if they are to live freely and fully.

Many things contributed to making this novel one of my new favorites: great writing, the setting, the characters and their relationships, a relatable theme, and the way medicine was incorporated into the story.

I highly recommend Within My Heart to anyone who enjoys reading historical romance.

Tamera Alexander is the best-selling author of the critically acclaimed historical series-- Fountain Creek Chronicles (Rekindled, Revealed, and Remembered), and Timber Ridge Reflections (From a Distance, Beyond This Moment, and Within My Heart). Tamera's The Inheritance, the 2010 RITA Award winner and 2010 Christy Award finalist, was the first historical for the Women of Faith Fiction line. Tamera's deeply drawn characters, thought-provoking plots, and poignant prose continue to earn devoted readers—and multiple industry awards.

These awards include the 2008 and 2009 Christy Award for Excellence in Christian Fiction, and the 2007 and 2010 RITA Award for Best Inspirational Romance. Her books have also garnered the 2010 HOLT Medallion, the 2010 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence, the Bookseller's Best Award, the International Readers Choice Award.

After living in Colorado for seventeen years, Tamera has returned to her Southern roots. She and her husband now make their home in Nashville, Tennessee with Tamera's father, Doug. They enjoy life there with Joe and Tamera's two adult children, and Jack, a precious—and precocious—silky terrier.

Feeling Groovy!

2011-03-11T10:55:00.000-08:00

I’ve experienced one of those weeks where at the end of each day I’ve felt further behind. You know how it is—take one step forward and you end up two steps back. Frustrating, isn’t it?

In many ways, it’s my own fault. I’m a list maker, which can actually be a positive thing. But when I don't meet self-imposed deadlines—when I can't cross off tasks—it can affect my mood. That’s NOT a good thing.

Why is it that we Americans focus on being ultra-productive? People in other countries look at us and think we’re crazy. When my oldest daughter spent time in Spain, she loved the fact that everyone and everything shut down for a period of time in the afternoon so people could rest.

Can you imagine what would happen if we stopped doing business every day for an hour in the USA? People wouldn’t rest. They’d watch the clock, nervously tapping their feet to see when they could get back to their desk, computers, phones, and meetings.

I don’t think God intends for us to live this way.

I DO believe that he doesn’t want us to be lazy. God blesses hard work. But I think he also desires and honors balance in our lives. After all, God’s design included a day of rest.

Remember those lazy summer days when we were younger? A friend and I actually spent an afternoon lying on the lawn, watching clouds go by. I spent countless hours under a tree reading books without caring about anything else. I enjoyed working in my grandmother’s flower gardens. At times, I became totally absorbed in creating imaginary fairy worlds with flowers, leaves, acorns, and sticks.

We can’t be children forever … but I hope we don’t lose all childlike qualities. Along with being responsible and productive, don’t we also need to play?

I need to lighten up on myself when it comes to crossing things off my list. I need to set more realistic goals. Do you?

Years ago, the singing duo, Simon and Garfunkel, encouraged people to slow down with their “The 59th Street Bridge Song” (Feeling Groovy).

Listen … and relax.

Have a great week!
Dawn

In the Quiet of the Night

2011-03-04T08:41:00.000-08:00

I’m a bona fide night owl. Most nights, my biological clock encourages me to stay up until 1:00 a.m. or later. We live in a relatively quiet neighborhood. Usually by the time I crawl into bed, familiar daily noises are silent. I’ve learned to embrace those moments before falling asleep. My brain is set free to think, roam free, and create.

In the quiet of the night …

The clock on the first floor softly chimes the hour with the same tune my grandmother’s clock played—a part of my childhood. It reminds me that time doesn’t stand still; it shouldn’t be wasted.

My husband’s slow breathing as he slumbers next to me is comforting. I’m not alone. I thank God for blessing me with this man who loves me, takes care of me, and supports my dreams.

I’m grateful for my comfortable, warm, and clean bed. I think about the men, women, and children living on the streets of Seattle. Have they found shelter for the night? We financially support ministries who are there to help, but could we—should we—be doing more?

I think about the e-mail from a friend who ministers to children living on the streets in Peru. He and his staff provide shelter, food, education, health care, and lots of love. One of his “children” disappeared a few days ago. As they search for her, there’s concern she’s been taken by sex traffickers. I pray for her, hoping they’ll soon find her. I’m thankful that my own daughters are lying asleep—safe in their own homes.

A police helicopter hovers overhead, disturbing my thoughts with a loud pft-pft-pft—sounding close enough to land on our rooftop. It doesn’t leave, but continues to circle above. The pilot must be searching for someone. My imagination gets the best of me. I think about what it would feel like to be that someone. Or live in a country at war—fearful that your home may be attacked at any moment.

In the quiet of the night, I pray … for family, friends, strength, patience, wisdom, and direction.

And I listen for God’s voice. It’s in the quiet that I can most easily hear him.

Dawn

Willing to Make a Change?

2011-02-21T10:50:00.000-08:00

I think a lot about change, and frequently write about it. Maybe because I’ve experienced so much change in my life due to both choices and things out of my control.

When we become comfortable or lazy, we often avoid making change, even though it could make our lives better. In our own home, we've recently had a few situations that relay that very thing.

We remodeled a large portion of our home about four years ago and purchased a beautiful lamp to hang over a table set in a kitchen nook. I’ve included a photo here. There’s a large bay window to the left, which lets in a lot of light during the day. But in the evening, that space has always felt too dark. I thought it was because the light from the lamp shone up instead of down. The lack of light has bothered me all this time, but I thought I had to live with it. The other day, after listening to me complain, my husband decided to put in bulbs with a higher wattage. Problem solved! I just shook my head. How silly to not have tried that solution a long time ago. All it took was being willing to change the light bulbs!

I was an avid recycler before marrying my husband. I suggested to him that we recycle, but it just kept getting delayed. Neither one of us made the call; he was hesitate, wondering where we’d fit another bin in our garage. Then one day I looked closer at our garbage bill and inquired about a charge that didn’t make sense to me. We discovered that whether we recycled or not, we were being charged for a bin. Well, that clenched the deal! Turns out that with replacing our large garbage can with a smaller can and a recycling bin, we not only saved on our regular bill, we got paid for our recyclables. Go figure! We just had to be willing to make a change!

Sometimes we choose to make much more serious and difficult changes, knowing it’s the right thing to do.

When my oldest daughter and her husband decided to accept a job promotion for him and move from Seattle to Brooklyn, New York, it was hard on everyone. We’re a close family, and the thought of them living on the opposite coast was not an easy change to accept. But we all knew it was the right thing for them. My daughter is an actress. What a wonderful opportunity for her. They love their life in New York. They’re not here for holidays, but we use the Internet and web cams to be together. We all make trips back and forth from one coast to the other, and utilize Facebook on a daily basis to keep up with each other’s lives. My daughter and her husband are living their dream—but they had to be willing to make a change.

A young woman I know partied hardy in high school and college. But once she got out on her own, she found a church where she made new friends and grew spiritually. Her old friends were threatened by the changes they saw taking place, and were afraid of losing her. They were jealous of the role her new friends played in her life. She had to show them that even though things wouldn't necessarily be the same, she wasn't abandoning them or their relationship. She had to be willing to change in order to find peace in her life, but her old friends had to accept that she wasn’t the same person.

I’ve seen husbands and wives fearful of changes their spouses want to make—whether it’s returning to school, finding a job, or losing weight. The insecurity of one hinders the other from making changes. How sad. If one person is hungry for change and is held back, resentment will grow. What the husband or wife feared may happen anyway. They may lose a spouse because of not being willing to change.

The Tartar tribes of central Asia used a particular curse against their enemies. They didn’t call for the people to suffer terrible illness or death. Instead, they said, “May you stay in one place forever.” Think about it. The worst thing they could wish for their enemy was for them not to grow, but to remain stuck where they were.

If you are contemplating a change … or are faced with accepting a change you’re not sure you want … give it a chance. Don’t be afraid of trying something new.

Without changing, a caterpillar would never become a butterfly …

Dawn

What Does It Say About You?

2011-02-18T09:20:00.000-08:00

Personalized license plates and frames are great. They tell so much about people's personalities, their sense of humor, or what’s important to them.

A friend of mine has a frame around her license plate that reads, “Drive Only as Fast as Your Angels Can Fly.” Another friend’s says, “My Other Car is a Broom.”

My youngest daughter graduated from Washington State University. The school’s mascot is a cougar. For awhile my license plate frame read “WSU – Cougar Mom.” I never thought about the other meaning that could relay. Cougar mom—yikes! LOL My new frame says, “I’d Rather be Writing.”

You’ve probably seen the popular “Whoever Has the Most Toys Wins.” Really? At what?

I once saw a personalized frame that said, “Make God Laugh, Tell Him Your Plans.” Maybe I'm being too analytical, but what does that mean?

Has the driver become cynical? Did he once ask for God’s help with his dreams and aspirations, but failing to accomplish them, now blames God? Does he believe that God sits on a throne, laughing at us while thinking of ways to thwart our plans?

Perhaps God laughs because he sees the humor in us trying to do our own thing, thinking we know what we need. God sees the bigger picture. He knows what’s really up ahead and what’s best for us.

Or … does the driver believe that God delights in our hopes, dreams, and plans so much, that it sets him to laughing from pure joy at our willingness to share them?

What does your license frame say?

Happy driving,
Dawn

What If?

2011-02-11T09:53:00.000-08:00

Have you ever asked what if?

Like … what if I had finished college?

What if I had excercised more last year?

What if I had been brave enough to try out for a part in the community play?

When I was a teenager, I desperately wanted to attend a missionary training school after high school. My parents refused, and insisted that I graduate from college before making that decision. Three weeks after I graduated with a BS, I got married. I never became a missionary. And sometimes I wonder how my life would have been different if I had followed that path. It’s not that I feel going to college was a mistake. It’s more out of curiosity that I wonder what if?

Part of what my writer friends and I do when we meet to critique each other’s work is to brainstorm problem areas in our manuscripts. We throw out ideas starting sentences with, “What if …?” What if the smell of coffee makes the heroine nauseous, but the hero owns a coffee shop? Our wacky ideas lead us down trails that sometimes work, and sometimes don’t. But the exercise opens our minds to possibilities.

I recently watched a new movie on one of the Christian channels (GMC) called What If? The lead was played by Kevin Sorbo, and the movie was produced by Jerry Jenkins. When I first began watching I thought, boring. I’d seen the same storyline in three other movies over the holidays. Hero (or heroine) is successful in business and gets a second chance to see what his life would have been like if he had married his college sweetheart, started a family, and lived a simpler life.

But then the movie took a turn. It wasn’t just about what if he'd made a different career choice. Instead of taking a short detour like he’d promised his fiancé, the hero had chosen to continue on the detour and not follow his real calling—to become a minister. In the movie he was able to see how different his lives and the lives of others would have been.

I guess that’s what struck me about this film. What if we know our calling, and decide not to follow it? Out of fear we’ll fail. (The bills have to be paid, after all! And then there's that thing called pride.) Maybe we’re afraid that others won’t understand or approve. Some of us may refuse to follow our calling because we don’t like change—we’re too comfortable where we are. We may even fear success.

I’m not just talking about a calling to be a minister or a missionary. I’m talking about whatever God has placed in our hearts. A passion for something that nothing else can fill. A calling also involves using the gifts and talents God has given us to make the lives of those around us better.

So what if? What if we follow that calling?

And what if we don’t?

Dawn

Book Review – The Fire in Ember by DiAnn Mills

2011-02-04T13:51:00.001-08:00

I’ve been a DiAnn Mills fan for some time. Her novels have always delivered, and DiAnn’s latest historical romance, The Fire in Ember, is no exception. It’s actually moved to the top of the list and become my favorite novel by this author.

Some of the characters from her previous novel, A Woman Called Sage, are included in this story. It was great fun for me to be reunited with those people, but it’s not necessary to read the prior novel in order to understand or enjoy The Fire in Ember.

The story takes place in 1888. Deputy John Timmons feels responsible for his widowed mother and four younger brothers. Besides helping to keep the law in the area, he runs the ranch that provides for his family.

John’s world gets shaken up when he rescues a boy, Bert, who is about to be hanged by the owner’s ranch hands for stealing a valuable horse. The boy insists he didn’t steal the horse, but the owner wants to be compensated for the time the animal was missing. Afraid the boy will be harmed, John pays the rancher and takes Bert home to work the debt off on his own ranch. It’s only then that he and his family discover Bert is really a seventeen-year-old girl.

Bert (Ember) has never been treated so kindly, and she’s happy to work as hard as she can for them. The Timmons share their faith and love for God with her—something she’s never experienced. But once her debt has been paid, she plans to leave the ranch, afraid of being found by brothers who abused her.

When cattle rustlers begin attacking the area ranches, Bert fears her brothers might be the culprits. She worries they’ll find her and hurt the family she cares for. But ashamed of her past, and not wanting to put anyone in danger, she keeps her former life a secret.

John and Bert fall in love, but she’s convinced that she’s not good enough for him. And when cattle continue to be taken from surrounding ranches, he becomes uncertain whether he can trust her.

This novel is an action-packed adventure with twists and turns. The Fire in Ember is about facing fears with courage—trusting that God will help. It’s also about sacrifice, family love, and release from bondage (emotional, mental, physical, spiritual) by sharing the truth.

I highly recommend this novel to anyone who enjoys historical romance with a Christian world view.

Award-winning author DiAnn Mills has fifty books in print and has sold more than a million and half copies. She was a finalist in the 2008 Christy Award for her novel Lightening and Lace. She is the recipient of the Inspirational Reader’s Choice Award for 2005 and 2007. DiAnn and her husband have four adult sons and live in Houston, Texas.

Behind the Mask

2011-01-28T13:14:00.000-08:00

Some people seem to enjoy sharing the smallest details of their lives with anyone and everyone. For instance, you’ve probably been exposed to a person on a cell phone call who seems to believe everyone within shouting distance is dying to hear what he has going on.

Reality is that everyone hides behind a mask to some extent. No person is willing to completely expose his heart, thoughts … or secrets.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with keeping some things private. In many cases, it’s the appropriate, smart, and caring thing to do. There will always be people who can’t be trusted. They’ll take what they learn and use it to their advantage, whether it hurts someone or not. So there are times when discernment is necessary.

But if we tell our friends that our lives are awesome when we actually need a good cry, we’re not only hurting ourselves, we’re hurting our friendships. We’re not giving the people who love us the opportunity to help.

Likewise, if we can be on the lookout and be perceptive enough, we can help others to remove their masks. In order to do that, those who are hiding need to trust us. They need to believe that they won’t be criticized or judged. Remember last week’s blog post on unconditional love? This is one of those opportunities where you’re placed in the position of offering it. I saw several examples of it this week.

We live on the west coast, and this week my daughter and her husband visited from the east coast. It’s usually a whirlwind while they’re here because they want to see as many relatives and friends as possible. One day they met a friend for lunch; later in the day, they met another at a coffee shop. Both friends opened up and relayed painful situations in their lives. Until my daughter sat face-to-face with them, she had no clue what either one was experiencing. It had been easy with the miles between them to keep things hidden.

As they talked, the masks came down, and the truth came out. They knew they could trust her to not judge, but to just love and support them in whatever way she could. If she’d known earlier, she could have been there for them all along, regardless of the physical distance. She loves them and wants only the best for them.

It can be scary to reveal ourselves. It makes us vulnerable.

Pride gets in the way. We want to appear strong and capable—able to handle anything.

But do you realize that if we’re able to take off our masks and reveal our true selves, it gives those around us permission to do the same? Walls begin to come down. It opens the door to reaching out to others, and for others to reach back. “Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ" (Gal. 6:2 NIV).

One last thing … Wearing that mask can be tiring. It can feel might heavy. Wouldn’t it be a relief to take it off and lay it down?

Dawn

Unconditional Love

2011-01-21T13:53:00.000-08:00

I’ve been thinking about unconditional love. You know … the kind that says I love you regardless of what you say or do. How you look. What you achieve or don’t achieve, or whether you’re good or bad. The kind of love that says I love you no matter what …

Not all, but many parents love their children without conditions. A young woman recently gave birth to a little boy—her first child. Due to complications during the delivery, it appeared the baby would grow up with severe problems. The conditions greatly improved after several days, but even in those first minutes, hours, and days, those parents spoke lovingly of their son. Their love wasn’t based on whether he had potential to ride a bike, play baseball, or even walk. They just plain loved him.

I edited a book for an amazing woman who has always been her daughter’s caretaker. The girl was born with serious medical issues. Yes, the mother initially went through difficult times, but she never stopped loving the child. Now she’s on the other side of dealing with her emotional pain and is offering support and encouragement to other caregivers. She speaks in glowing, loving terms about her little girl.

I’m blessed to receive unconditional love from my spouse and children. And I will never forget a phone conversation I had with my father many years ago. I'd made the difficult, heart wrenching, and unpopular decision to leave my first marriage. Some friends understood and supported me, but others were angry. Christian women don’t leave Christian marriages, especially when the spouse is well-liked.

Some of my own extended family members were very angry. They didn’t understand. But my dad, many states away, told me he did understand. He told me to do what I needed to, and that to remember—no matter what—he loved me. I get teary every time I think about it, even after all the time that has passed. My world was crashing in around me. During that time, I needed unconditional love more than I ever had.

People are hurting. They’re battered and bruised. Maybe they’ve made mistakes. Perhaps they’re in situations due to circumstances beyond their control.

Maybe you’re someone who needs to feel loved just because you're you. Because you exist. Not everyone receives that kind of love as a child. Some lose it along the way. But we all crave it in our deepest heart of hearts.

People may fail us. People are not always able to love in that capacity.

But our heavenly Father has, and always will love us regardless of our brokenness, stupidity, rebellion, selfishness, and meanness. God loves us if we’re overweight, underweight, or have physical imperfections. We don’t have to be perfect. He doesn’t even expect us to be.

We only have to accept his unconditional love. What a gift!

Dawn

Blog Tour – The Search by Suzanne Woods Fisher

2011-01-16T11:34:00.000-08:00

My Review of The Search
Fifteen years ago, during a moment of crisis, Lainey O’Toole made an impulsive decision. Now, in her mid-twenties, and on her way to culinary school, her car breaks down in the same Amish town where that decision was made, forcing her to face her past.

Fifteen-year-old Bess Reihl isn’t thrilled about spending the summer with her grandmother, Bertha, at Rose Hill Farm. The woman is overbearing and intimidating, and expects Bess to work hard on the rose farm. The situation becomes more tolerable as she works next to the handsome hired hand, Billy Lapp, but he has eyes for another girl.

Bess befriends Lainey, who lived next door to Bertha as a child. But Lainey and the grandmother are keeping secrets … and life-changing decisions must be made.

When I first began reading The Search, I found it difficult to get engaged in the story because so many characters were introduced, and each one’s point of view (POV) was given. I didn’t know if I should care more about one over the other.

But once I moved past chapter one, the story drew me in, and I fell in love with the characters. I discovered that Bertha Reihl wasn’t just an overbearing, intimidating woman. She had a heart of gold and wanted only the best for those around her. Bess, although sweet and forgiving, was still very much a teenage girl, struggling with boy issues. Tenderhearted Lainey wanted to do the “right thing,” even when it was difficult. Strong and determined Jonah, Bess’ father, was an example of a gentle and loving man.

The author understands Amish ways, and with skill she shares the life with us. She shows us that the Amish have their “human” moments, but also great faith and kindness. This book piqued my interest in the life, and increased my admiration for those who choose to live it.

Containing twists and turns, The Search is a beautiful story about young love, truth, forgiveness, and facing the past.

The Search is available January 2011 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.

DISCLOSURE: I was graciously provided a copy of The Search by Revell Publishing. I was not required to write a positive review and the opinions I have expressed are my own.

Suzanne Woods Fisher is the bestselling author of The Choice and The Waiting. Her interest in the Anabaptist cultures can be directly traced to her grandfather, W. D. Benedict, who was raised in the Old Order German Baptist Brethren Church in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne is the host of the popular internet radio show Amish Wisdom and lives in California.

Suzanne Woods Fisher's latest installment of the Lancaster County Secrets, The Search, is just out and to celebrate Suzanne is hosting The Search iPad Giveaway!

One Grand Prize winner will receive an iPad Prize Package worth over $500 and includes:

A brand new iPad (16KB with Wi-Fi)

Signed copies of all three Lancaster Country Secrets books (The Choice, The Waiting, & The Search)

To enter, simply click on the icons below to fill out the entry form/s, then tell 5 or more friends about the contest. Oh, and enter soon! Winner will be announced on February 3rd at Suzanne's Everything is Coming Up Roses Facebook Party. (Did you know The Search takes place on a rose farm?)

Facebook Party:

Join Suzanne for the Everything is Coming Up Roses Facebook Party on February 3rd! She’ll be announcing the winner of the The Search iPad Giveaway, hosting a book club discussion of The Search, giving away copies of all three books and HEAPS of other readerly prizes! Including roses delivered to your door for three months for you AND a friend! Be sure to join us on Thursday, February 3rd at 5:00 PM PST (6:00 MST, 7:00 CST & 8 EST) at Suzanne’s Author Page.

The Open Door

2011-01-07T12:24:00.001-08:00

Have you jumped into the new year with resolutions, goals, and expectations? I no longer make resolutions, but I do have a list of things I want to accomplish, and I do have expectations for the year. I just feel it in my gut. It's going to be a good year!

Moving into the year with expectations involves opening our mind to new opportunities, and also looking for them.

Sometimes we can become so focused on a desire—a dream—that we get tunnel vision. I agree that it’s important to keep focused and disciplined in order to achieve goals, but if we’re on the wrong track as to what we should/could be doing with our lives, we’ll end up beating our head against a wall—and feeling defeated. NOT FUN!

I’ve been there. Running down trails and pursuing things that God didn’t intend for my life. I’ve felt frustrated and worn out from trying to MAKE things happen, but never getting the results I wanted so badly.

God closes doors because he has good reason. You know the saying, “God doesn’t close a door without opening a window.”

When I finally settled in and let God direct, I discovered the path I was supposed to take. (What a difference in what I was doing before!) Multiple doors haven’t swung open all at the same time, causing confusion. They’ve been revealed, and continue to be revealed one at a time. And I’ve need to take the steps necessary to walk through them.

Take a look at the following quote. Read it several times, and let it sink in.

“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.” ~ Alexander Graham Bell

I love that! How profound! And how true!

Get excited! Believe God is on the move with and for you.

And keep your eyes open!

Dawn

The Party Isn’t Over!

2010-12-31T09:54:00.000-08:00

How are you feeling today? Are you still smiling in the afterglow of Christmas? Or are you relieved the holiday is over? Possibly even feeling a little down after all the excitement?

As I post this on New Year’s Eve day, some of you may be gearing up for a night out on the town, a little get-together with friends, or a quiet night with a bowl of popcorn and a movie. But before you know it, that party will be over too.

Don’t fear—I’m not trying to depress you!

It’s just that I got to thinking one night, how similar getting ready for Christmas is to preparing for a wedding. The last eight years I’ve been involved with planning and implementing four weddings, so I’ve had some experience.

Of course, wedding preparations can take up to a year—sometimes even longer—while Christmas activities are usually contained within the month of December.

When we plan a wedding, we work for hours in an effort to make everything just right. We want it to be perfect. The bride’s dress has to be perfect; the flowers have to be perfect; the whole day needs to be perfect.

Similarly, many of us also put a lot of pressure on ourselves to create the perfect Norman Rockwell or Martha Stewart Christmas for our families. We work until we’re exhausted, and then before we know it, the holiday is over and it’s time to box up the decorations until next year. And we wonder where the warmth and togetherness have disappeared.

But here’s the deal …

A wedding is a ceremony—a party. After the bride’s bouquet has wilted and the dress has been hung in the closet, the real stuff begins. It’s up to the couple to keep the love and excitement alive in the relationship.

It’s also up to us to keep Christmas alive. It shouldn’t be celebrated only once a year and boxed up with the tree ornaments and garland. What we do during the holiday can be fun, and it can make us feel warm and fuzzy inside. But we don’t have to put our joy and giving hearts on the shelf until next December.

The party should never be over when it comes to Christmas. Spending time with loved ones, sharing with those in need, and sending thoughtful notes to people who could use a little pick-me-up should be things we do year round.

Spread some cheer … and a little peace on earth, good will toward men.

The party isn’t over!

Dawn

The Gift

2010-12-24T10:10:00.000-08:00

Do you enjoy shopping for Christmas gifts? Do you look for that one special item that will light up the receiver’s eyes? Or is trying to decide on purchases just plain stressful?

Regardless, giving feels good, doesn’t it? It’s fun to see the colorful packages under the tree. It’s entertaining watching children grow impatient with desire to rip away the wrapping, aching to discover what waits for them inside. It’s rewarding when loved one express that you found just the right thing for them.

We give gifts as an act of caring. It’s a way to show people they’re important to us.

I think sometimes we get so caught up in what can be placed in a box; we forget that some of the best gifts we can offer are impossible to wrap up with a bow.

You give a gift every time you:

Smile at a stranger

Take time to listen without an agenda or interrupting

Share a cup of coffee with a friend

Encourage someone who is going through tough times

Help your spouse with a chore without being asked

Read a story or play a game with a child

Feed the homeless

Invite friends into your home for a meal

The list could go on, because every time you give a piece of yourself to someone—whether it’s time, your talents, or just an empathetic word—you offer a gift. Even in small, simple ways, you let that person know you care.

And doesn’t everyone need to know they’re important?

God showed us how important we are to him by giving us the most wondrous gift of all. His Son. And Jesus wasn’t presented to us wrapped in glitter, gold, and satin. He came to us as a small babe, wrapped in swaddling clothes.

But what a gift!

Merry Christmas!
Dawn

Do Not Be Afraid

2010-12-17T09:24:00.000-08:00

Has a Christmas Eve sermon ever stuck with you long after the candles were blown out, the tree was untrimmed, and the ornaments were packed away?

Some years ago, I was going through a difficult time. I had no clue what the future held. Life just felt scary.

I didn’t know that things would turn around, and God’s many blessings would once again pour over me. I just knew that I was hurting emotionally and spiritually. The sermon that Christmas Eve happened to focus on not being afraid.

“God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. The angel went to her and said, ‘Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.’ Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. But the angel said to her, ‘Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus.’” (Luke 1: 26-31 NIV)

When Gabriel announced to Mary that she would conceive, her heart rate and anxiety probably increased substantially. After all, she was a virgin. And gossips were alive and well back then, too, not to mention the stress that would come with trying to explain a pregnancy to her parents and fiancé.

And when the shepherds were out tending their sheep—just minding their own business—again, an angel suddenly appeared. Anyone would be startled. The Bible says they were terrified.

“And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” (Luke 2: 8-12 NIV)

Did you know the statement, “do not be afraid,” is used seventy-six times in the Bible? Hmmm …

As we celebrate Christmas, let’s remember that along with the promise of eternal life, Jesus’ birth also brought other blessings. Not only are we free from fearing death, we have the assurance that God will provide for all our needs while we still live on this earth.

So, next time you feel anxious about what’s happening in your life today, or what may happen in the future, just remember the angel’s words.

"Do not be afraid."

Dawn

Silent Night

2010-12-10T10:25:00.000-08:00

What holiday memories are held in your heart? Do they include decorating the Christmas tree? Candlelight services on Christmas Eve? A favorite gift received?

Many of the things we enjoy and have fond memories of may center on spending time with family and friends. The Christmas season is a time when our level of “activity” rises. We’re busy shopping, baking, decorating, writing letters, and sending out cards.

Sometimes our lives become so filled with the flurry of the holiday, we have to schedule time to breathe! *wink* And although I enjoy the festivities, one of my fondest memories has nothing to do with the hustle and bustle.

I grew up in a small Wisconsin town that had, and still has, a population of about five hundred people. The high school is on one end of town, while our house at the time was closer to the other end. After extracurricular activities, I walked down Main Street to get home. Most of the businesses closed up by 6:00 p.m., and there was never much traffic.

One specific December evening, the sky seemed especially dark. White flakes began to softly fall. The town was silent, except for the crunch of my boots on previously packed-down snow. Lit garlands hung across the street, as well as sugarcanes and bells from the light poles.

It was quiet. Peaceful. And though no one strode next to me, I wasn’t alone. It was one of those moments when I strongly sensed God’s presence with me.

God is always with us, but too often we can’t shut out enough of the world around us to feel Him. Just like the carol about the night of Jesus’s birth, we need a silent night—a holy night—when all is calm.

During this time before Christmas, I encourage you to turn off the TV and music. Grab a cup of tea, hot cocoa, or a glass of wine. Sit in silence for even a few minutes near your lit Christmas tree, or a fire in the fireplace, and just “be.” Sit with God. Feel His presence. And think about that night, so long ago, when a baby’s cry broke the silence.

Dawn

To help get you in the mood … this wonderful, gospel version of “Silent Night.”

Book Review - If Tomorrow Never Comes by Marlo Schalesky

2010-12-03T11:04:00.000-08:00

If Tomorrow Never Comes is the first novel I’ve read by Marlo Schalesky, but it won’t be the last. The author skillfully drew me into the characters' lives—their fears, hopes, and heartbreaks.

Childhood sweethearts, Kinna was known as the pastor’s daughter, and Jimmy was the boy with no mother and an abusive father who drank too much. When they married, their dreams included having a family.

But when twenty years pass without children, regardless of measures taken, Kinna becomes obsessed with getting pregnant. Nothing else matters. She’s determined to make her dreams come true, no matter what it takes, or how her actions hurt other people. At the same time, Jimmy, longing to be Kinna’s prince, loses his job and doesn’t know how to tell her. Wanting a happily-ever-after life, both husband and wife feel like failures. But God hasn’t abandoned either Kinna or Jimmy, and the author includes a surprising twist to the story.

Powerful questions are raised. If God asked you to give up your dreams for Him, would you? And are you willing to follow His plan for your life instead of your own?

You don’t need to have struggled with infertility, or have grown up with an alcoholic parent to appreciate this book and its message. If you’ve ever wondered why God didn’t fulfill your dreams or prayers exactly the way you desired—if you’ve ever struggled with family relationships, or wanted healing from a painful childhood—you’ll be able to relate to this story and be encouraged. If Tomorrow Never Comes is story about real love in marriage, and the love God has for His children.

Marlo Schalesky is the author of several books, including Beyond the Night and Empty Womb, Aching Heart. A graduate of Standford University, Marlo also has a masters of theology with an emphasis in biblical studies from Fuller Theological Seminary. Married over twenty years, she lives with her husband, Bryan, and their five children in California.

Living or Living Vicariously?

2010-11-26T09:25:00.000-08:00

I admit it. I got caught up in watching the TV show, Dancing with the Stars this season. What is it that makes the show so enticing for millions of viewers? Is it the professional dancers? The stars? Or the beautifully beaded and flowing costumes?

I believe the main reason for people tuning in each week has more to do with living vicariously through the dancers. Because if they can do it—maybe we can.

It would be wonderful to wear those gorgeous costumes—and fit into them! It would be a dream to take intricate steps at speed, or glide gracefully across the floor, caught up in the music and romance.

Maybe living vicariously through others is why other reality programs are so popular.

I’ve never watched The Amazing Race, a show in which teams of two people race around the world in competition with other teams. Contestants travel to and within multiple countries by plane, balloon, helicopter, truck, bicycle, taxicab, rental car, train, bus, boat, and by foot. They have opportunities to win prizes along the way, and the first pair across the finish line wins a grand prize.

Another show I don’t view is The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. There must be people who are fascinated by these women, and wonder what it would be like to live with wealth.

I don’t see anything wrong with watching reality TV if it entertains or enlightens, as long as we don’t become so obsessed with watching it that we stop living ourselves.

What would happen if we only lived vicariously and stopped caring about trying new things, or setting out on our own adventures?

I’ve always been interested in martial arts. So some years ago, I signed up for adult classes. Not considered an athletic person, I wondered if I’d actually handle the regimen. I trained hard for three years, but eventually had to stop when life situations stepped in. But during that time I discovered that I could become physically strong and learn those skills. It was one of the most rewarding things I’ve done in my life.

What if I’d only sat on the couch and watched martial arts movies and exhibitions on TV? What if I never risked trying it?

I recently checked into adult martial classes in my area. I couldn’t find what I was looking for, so I did the next best thing. I joined my husband’s gym so I could take cardio kick-boxing classes, which use many of the same skills.

Is there something you’d like to try? Why are you hesitating? If your reasons aren’t physical or financial—go for it!

I don’t want to just live vicariously through other people—I want to live!

Dawn

Thankful Beyond Thanksgiving

2010-11-19T09:31:00.000-08:00

Soon the house will be filled with the tantalizing smell of turkey roasting in the oven. Freshly baked apple and pumpkin pies will sit on my counter, tempting anyone passing by. Scented spice candles will burn, and a fire will roar in the fireplace, making the family room even cozier. Family will gather in our home to share Thanksgiving dinner.

Despite all the work that goes into making a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, I’ve heard some people comment that it’s their favorite holiday. Why? Time is spent being thankful for what we have, as opposed to Christmas, when people often focus more on things they’d like to have.

I think it’s great that we set a day aside to think about our blessings. But why is it that we need a specific holiday to celebrate them?

What would happen if we listed everything we’re grateful for first thing in the morning—before getting out of bed? The downside is that we’d probably need to set our alarm for a much earlier time. The upside—we’d probably be happier and more content every day of the year.

I’ve known wealthy people who were miserable. And I’ve known poor people filled with thankfulness and joy. Matthew 6:21 says, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” (NIV).

God has provided me with abundant blessings. I don’t want to go a day without recognizing and being thankful for all that he’s done for me.

I want to be thankful beyond Thanksgiving.

Dawn

Blog Tour - Christmas at Harrington’s by Melody Carlson

2010-11-14T11:09:00.000-08:00

Christmas at Harrington’s begins with Lena Markham’s release from an eight-year confinement in prison for a crime she didn’t commit. With nothing but the clothes on her back, a small amount of cash, and a bus ticket, she sets out to start fresh in a new town.

Lena meets an elderly woman on the bus, traveling home to the same destination. The woman befriends Lena and insists on helping her. She provides Lena with secondhand clothes for her promised new job, including a red coat with white trim.

Harrington’s Department Store is struggling financially, and when Lena arrives expecting to work, she’s told there are no jobs available. But the store is in desperate need for someone to fill Santa’s shoes during the Christmas shopping season. The owner's daughter thinks the lady in the red coat looks likes Mrs. Santa Claus and convinces her mother to hire Lena.

Lena begins to experience hope for a new life. She makes a few friends, including a young mother and child in the boarding house where she lives. She’s popular as Mrs. Santa Claus, and loves the job.

But fear lingers. What would people do, think, and say if they knew about her past?

Everyone makes mistakes, and Christmas at Harrington’s speaks about forgiveness and second chances. Everyone has a choice when wronged. We can respond with cruelty, or we can respond with kindness. We can allow people to take unfair advantage of us, or we can stand up for what’s right. The author inspires us to be better people, and challenges us to look out for those who may need a helping hand.

Christmas at Harrington’s is a charming story. I recommend this hardcover book for your holiday enjoyment. At 167 pages, it’s a quick read. Perfect for curling up on a Sunday afternoon and getting in the Christmas spirit.

Available November 2010 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.

Melody Carlson is the award-winning author of over two hundred books, several of them Christmas novellas from Revell, including her much-loved and bestselling book, The Christmas Bus. She also writes many teen books, including Just Another Girl, Anything but Normal, the Diary of a Teenage Girl series, the TrueColors series, and the Carter House Girls series. Melody was nominated for a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award in the inspirational market for her books, including the Notes from a Spinning Planet series and Finding Alice, which is in production as a Lifetime Television movie. She and her husband serve on the Young Life adult committee in central Oregon. Visit Melody's website at http://www.melodycarlson.com/.

DISCLOSURE: I was graciously provided a copy of Christmas at Harrington’s by Revell Publishing. I was not required to write a positive review and the opinions I have expressed are my own.

I Missed My High School Class Reunion

2010-11-05T10:03:00.000-07:00

Last month, I missed my thirty-fifth year high school class reunion.

I had good reasons. You see, I live in the Seattle area, and the reunion was held in my Wisconsin home town. I’d already flown from the west coast to the Midwest for two family weddings—one in August and another in September. A third trip soon after wasn’t feasible.

I also didn’t attend our twenty-fifth year class reunion because of a similar situation. I needed to be home the weekend prior for an event. After not seeing the majority of my classmates in over twenty years, I wondered what it would be like to be in the same room together again. After all this time, what would we have in common?

Hearing about the reunion has caused me to think a lot these past weeks about my classmates. Most of us were in school together from kindergarten through graduation.

Attending a small high school meant more opportunities for everyone to be involved in extra-curricular activities. I was a cheerleader for four years, but I remember few cheers. What I do remember? The cool air, the bright lights, the ref’s whistle, the band marching on the football field, and parents yelling encouragement to the players. I remember the sound of basketballs bouncing on the court, players' shoes squealing on the floor, and the scoreboard buzzer going off.

I remember sitting in Mrs. Peter's English class discussing The Scarlet Letter and The Last of the Mohicans. Decorating the gym for prom and homecoming dances. Lockers slamming in-between classes, standing in line for lunch, and attempting to keep my short skirt from slipping up too high.

I remember giving the graduation speech, but I don’t recall what I said. I’m sure it wasn’t memorable for anyone else, either. It was a time when I was anxious to “get out” and “get on” with my life.

Thirty-five years ago, when I accepted my diploma, I had no clue what lay before me.

Coming from a Caucasian, conservative, rural town . . .

I never imagined that I would experience divorce, remarry, and then grieve over losing a stepdaughter.

I never dreamed one day my dentist would be Chinese, my doctor—Japanese, and my manicurist—Vietnamese.

I didn’t know my circle of friends would include Blacks, Asians, and Hispanics—as well as gays and lesbians.

If I had known then what I know now, there is one thing I would have changed. I would have spent less time worrying about getting straight As, and the guy I had a crush on at any particular moment. I would have tried harder to know the people I spent so much time with in class day after day, year after year.

I heard the reunion was a blast. I wish I had been there. It would have been great to hear about their lives these past thirty-five years.

How many college degrees people have acquired, or how much their 401K has earned isn’t important to me. I’d want to know more about them. Their dreams. Their regrets. Their struggles. Their children and grandchildren. And what gives them joy.

Some of our classmates have chosen to stay close to the home town, and others have scattered. Sadly, we've lost some along the way. But the classmates of ’75 will always have something in common. Our lives affected each other and who we are today, whether we realize it or not.

Everyone has a life story.
I’m glad the class of '75 was a part of mine.

Dawn

Seeing Clearly

2010-10-29T08:48:00.000-07:00

As I drove home from church after a worship team rehearsal, the rain pelted the windshield of my car. Without the help of wipers, I would have been blind to the direction the road was taking and could have easily missed a turn, or driven onto a part of the road I had no desire to be on.

A few raindrops on the windshield wouldn’t have hindered my ability to see where I was going. But if those drops were left and more allowed to accumulate, even they would have eventually contributed to a distorted view of the road ahead.

Isn’t that how life is?

A few distractions may not cause us to stray from the path God has chosen for us. But, if we continue to allow more things to become between us and our relationship with Him, we can easily make poor choices. We may take a wrong turn because we’re no longer seeing clearly.

I needed to keep the view clear that evening in order to find my way.

I need to do the same in my life if I want to follow the road God has set before me. After all, at the end of this “life journey,” I’m going home.

How is your vision today?

Dawn

Not to Assume

2010-10-22T09:28:00.000-07:00

I need to stop assuming. Anything.

To assume is to accept that something is true without checking or confirming it.

I'll give you recent examples of my own wrong assumptions.

Recently, a local friend and author held a book signing and Q&A at a large Barnes and Noble about thirty minutes away. After a long and tiring work week, I felt confident that my husband would prefer to stay home, have a nice dinner, and relax. He’s not a book reader and he’s never met the author. So, I didn’t even bring it up. Because I assumed he’d not want to go.

Later, when I mentioned it, he hinted that he would have gone with me—had I asked.

My health-conscious daughter and her boyfriend were coming over for dinner. I mentioned to my husband that she’d requested hummus with raw veggies to munch on before the meal.

“What’s hummus?”

He was unaware that a small container with hummus—made with mashed chickpeas, oil, lemon juice, and garlic—had been in the refrigerator for several days. (No, I didn’t make it myself!) But, I’d never offered it to him because I assumed he wouldn’t like it.

Whether he’d like it or not, he wanted the opportunity to try it, or at least say, “no thanks.”

After having breakfast with a friend at a new restaurant near our home, I raved about the food to my husband. So when he took a vacation day, we decided the night before that we’d treat ourselves and go out for a scrumptious and leisurely breakfast. I assumed the place would be open the same hours on weekdays. You can imagine our disappointment when we pulled into the empty parking lot. The restaurant wasn’t open until lunch.

We’re tempted to assume all kinds of things as we go through our lives.

Someone will clean up the mess I leave behind.

The grandparents will be free to babysit on Saturday night.

Certainly the other child is to blame. Mine couldn’t be at fault.

A person doesn’t acknowledge my hello, so she not only doesn’t like me—she’s a snob.

And how about this one . . .

Terrorists created the 911 tragedy. Because those who were involved in that devastating event were Moslems, some Americans assume that all Moslems are bad, hateful people.

What if . . .

Someone doesn’t clean up my mess?

The grandparents have plans for the weekend?

My child instigated the fight?

The woman isn’t a snob—she’s worried about her sick mother?

What if by assuming something that’s untrue, we’re not only losing out on experiences with people—we’re cheating them out of something new, challenging, or fun?

What if by assuming a group of people are all one way—we’re missing out on sharing wonderful friendships and life-changing moments?

What if whenever we're tempted to make an assumption, we took a moment to question it?

Dawn

Book Review - Head in the Clouds by Karen Witemeyer

2010-10-14T16:26:00.000-07:00

Before I share my thoughts on Karen Witemeyer's latest release, Head in the Clouds, I’ll let you read the back-cover copy.

About the book . . .

Adelaide Proctor longs to find a real-life storybook hero to claim as her own. But when a husband-hunting debacle leaves her humiliated, she interviews for a governess position on a remote Texas sheep ranch and vows to leave her silly romantic yearning behind.

Gideon Westcott left his privileged life in England to make a name for himself in America’s wool industry, never expecting to end up with a child. To his dismay, five-year-old Isabella hasn’t uttered a word since she lost her mother. The unconventionality of the new governess concerns Gideon—and intrigues him at the same time. But he can’t afford distractions.

When Isabella’s uncle comes to claim the girl—and her inheritance—Gideon and Adelaide must work together to protect Isabella from the man’s evil schemes. Soon neither can deny their growing attraction. But after so many heartbreaks, will Adelaide be willing to get her head out of the clouds and put her heart on the line?

My Review

If I was asked to give one word to describe Head in the Clouds it would be delightful! Karen Witemeyer skillfully writes a story that is not only humorous; it’s touching, suspenseful, and romantic.

The characters in this story are well crafted. Adelaide is a strong woman who at times is a bit stubborn. She has a wealth of love to give, and Gideon and Isabella need it. The author was clever in giving Adelaide an idiosyncrasy regarding her clothing. (You’ll have to read it to see what I’m referring to.) Gideon is protective, honorable, and heroic. What’s there not to love?

This novel may be described as light-hearted, but it also included serious moments. Situations called for the characters to search not only their own hearts, but God’s heart and will. Adelaide wants to understand why things happen—or don’t happen—in her life. God is in control, isn’t He?

Kudos to Karen Witemeyer for fresh prose. She included descriptions I’ve never read before. Kudos to the author for including humor while avoiding “fluff.” And kudos for writing tender, hot, romantic scenes that I can’t imagine would cross the line for anyone.

Do I recommend this book? Yes!

And I'm looking forward to reading more books by this author.

Karen Witemeyer is a deacon's wife who believes the world needs more happily-ever-afters. To that end, she combines her love of bygone eras with her passion for helping women mature in Christ to craft historical romance novels that lift the spirit and nurture the soul.

Karen holds a master's degree in Psychology from Abilene Christian University and is a member of ACFW, RWA, and her local writers' guild. She's an avid cross-stitcher, shower singer, and bakes a mean apple cobbler. Karen makes her home in Abilene, TX with her husband and three children.

Gentle Reminders

2010-10-08T09:20:00.000-07:00

My environment is extremely important to me. Not only how it affects me, but how family and guests respond to being in our home.

For instance, warm colors like soft yellows and browns (red is used as an accent color) are used in the family room and kitchen. A variety of plants are scattered throughout the house. During cooler months, a fire usually burns in the fireplace, and scented candles add a glow to rooms.

Those who visit, see gentle reminders of who and what is important to me.

Frames display photos of our children, parents, and friends. They remind me that I am greatly blessed by wonderful people in my life.

Spending time in the woods, mountains, or on an ocean beach is a spiritual experience for me. I always feel closer to God when I’m surrounded by nature. So in the front room, you’ll find baskets of pinecones, a tray filled with shiny rocks, photos of fall leaves, and scenes painted in watercolor. They are gentle reminders that I serve an awesome God and creator.

A wall hanging from Africa, brought back by my youngest daughter when she returned from a mission trip, hangs in the family room. It’s a gentle reminder to think of others and reach out to our fellowman.

The word believe is cut from metal and hangs in a prominent place. It reminds me to believe that God is always with us. He provides for our needs, comforts us, and never lets us down. It's also a gentle reminder to believe in myself and my dreams.

What do you enjoy having around you? What are some things that make you feel at home? Comfortable? Secure?

Blog Tour - The House on Malcolm Street by Leisha Kelly

2010-10-03T14:01:00.000-07:00

The House on Malcolm Street

It is the autumn of 1920, and Leah Breckenridge is desperate to find a way to provide for her young daughter. After losing her husband and infant son, she is angry at God and fearful about the days ahead. Finding refuge in a boardinghouse run by her late husband’s aunt, Leah begins the slow process of mending her heart.

Is it the people who surround her—or this very house—that reach into her heart with healing? As Leah finds peace tending to an abandoned garden, can she find a way to trust God with her future?

My Review

The House on Malcolm Street is the first novel I’ve read by author Leisha Kelly. The beautiful cover and back-cover copy both drew me in, and I wanted to discover what the pages held inside.

This is a story about two people struggling with deep loss. Leah and her young daughter have nothing and nowhere else to go but to an aunt’s boardinghouse. There, Leah meets Josiah, who has also found refuge in the elderly woman’s care. Although the aunt believes a friendship between Leah and Josiah would be helpful for both, they’re so locked into their pain, they’re not interested in having anything to do with each other.

The author is skilled with sharing the characters' thoughts and feelings. But the story dragged in parts, so I didn’t feel totally engaged in their lives until about two thirds into the book – when some important events began to take place. Both Leah and Josiah faced several fears, but I wish they would have been a bit stronger and more heroic in the process. I do applaud the author for carefully showing that grieving is a process and is worked through in a person's own timing.

The House on Malcom Street is a story about emotional and spiritual healing. By accepting help and love from God, family, and friends, it is possible for a broken heart to mend. And when that begins to happen, hurting people are able to reach out beyond themselves and help others.

I would recommend this novel to someone who enjoys a story that is character driven—not plot driven. Cuddle up with it on a Sunday afternoon, next to a fire, and with a cup of tea.

Available September 2010 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.

DISCLOSURE: I was graciously provided a copy of The House on Malcolm Street by Revell Publishing. I was not required to write a positive review and the opinions I have expressed are my own.

Leisha Kelly is the author of several bestselling historical fiction books, including Emma’s Gift, Julia’s Hope, and Katie’s Dream. She has served many years on her local library board, continuing to bring good reads and educational opportunities to her community. Once a waitress, café manager, tutor, and EMT, Leisha is now a busy novelist and speaker who is active in the ministries of her church. She lives with her family in Illinois.

You Don’t Have to Hide

2010-09-24T09:33:00.000-07:00

Do you ever feel like you have to hide who you are?

You know . . . that person inside. The one who isn’t perfect. The human who makes mistakes.

I strongly believe in grace. Everyone messes up now and then. We’re all in need of forgiveness from God and each other. I also believe in the power of “story.” We each have a past and a present to share with others. By being honest and vulnerable, we can help and support those around us.

It took me awhile to understand the value in being open. Of course, everyone has pieces that can and should remain private. There are also people who should NOT be trusted with our vulnerability. But there's a freedom that comes when we're honest with ourselves and other people about our struggles. When we acknowledge that we have flaws, we're released from trying to be who we're not.

I grew up feeling that I needed to be perfect. I was always careful to look well-dressed and put together no matter what I was doing, or where I was going. Words didn’t come out of my mouth unless I was confident that nothing spoken would be considered wrong. I didn’t share my doubts or insecurities. Keeping up the image I wanted to project took a lot of energy. It also produced fear that I would be found out. Any public mistake I made caused my cheeks to heat in humiliation.

Then one day I realized that I didn’t need to prove anything.

I didn’t have to prove my worth to anybody.

I’m a child of God. He made me. And He loves me just the way I am.
And you know what? I discovered that other people do, too.

I found that by being vulnerable, I was able to share my beliefs with others in a more profound way because people related to my experiences. I’m a “real” person with “real” faith and a “real” relationship with God.

Sure, I still fall back into old habits. I still have moments of beating myself up over my imperfections. But as time goes on, I find that I have fewer bruises. I'm learning.

I don’t have to hide anymore.

You don’t have to hide. You don’t have to plaster a smile on your face when you’re hurting inside. You don’t have to face things on your own.

There are people who want to accept and love you with all your screw-ups and scars.

There is a God who has always loved you and who will never stop loving you.

Listen to this song by Joy Williams . . . and believe it.

Dawn

Blog Tour – A Hope Undaunted by Julie Lessman

2010-09-16T11:15:00.000-07:00

I’m a huge fan of Julie Lessman and immensely enjoyed her first three novels, all included in The Daughter of Boston series. Since I had become so involved as a reader in the characters, I was pleased to see that the second series, Winds of Change, continues the O’Connor family saga with A Hope Undaunted. Though the author ties in the lives of the family members we’ve met along the way, each story is written so that it can be read as a stand-a-lone novel.

A Hope Undaunted focuses on the youngest O’Connor daughter, Katie. Now a young adult, she’s just as independent and feisty as she was as a child. She's devised a plan for her life and is determined to follow it. But she discovers that disobeying authority brings consequences.

Katie’s story kept me up reading into the wee hours of the morning several times. The author has the ability to draw readers in and rip their hearts out, and then later restore them. A Hope Undaunted is filled with struggles, victories, romance, and people passionate about their relationship with God. Gently woven into the pages is a spiritual take-away about the rewards that come when we're obedient to God and His will for lives.

I loved this book and it has become a favorite by this author.

A Hope Undaunted

Back cover copy . . .

The 1920s are drawing to a close, and feisty Katie O’Connor is the epitome of the new woman—smart and sassy with goals for her future that include the perfect husband and a challenging career in law. Her boyfriend Jack fits all of her criteria for a husband—good-looking, well-connected, wealthy, and eating out of her hand. But when she is forced to spend the summer of 1929 with Luke McGee, the bane of her childhood existence, Katie comes face-to-face with a choice. Will she follow her well-laid plans to marry Jack? Or will she fall for the man she swore to despise forever?

Available September 2010 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.

This book was provided to me to review by Revell Publishing. I was not paid for my review.

Julie Lessman is an award-winning author with an intense passion for both God and romance. Winner of the 20098 ACFW Debut Author of the Year and Holt Medallion Awards of Merit for Best First Book and Long Inspirational, Julie is also the recipient of thirteen Romance Writers of America awards. She resides in Missouri and is the author of The Daughters of Boston series, which includes A Passion Most Pure, A Passion Redeemed, and A Passion Denied. You can contact Julie through her website at http://www.julielessman.com/

Controversy - Famous Scientist Believes God is Unncessary

2010-09-10T11:01:00.000-07:00

So you ever wonder how the universe was created? The world? Man?

Earlier this week, a segment on Good Morning America caught my attention. A well-known professor and respected physicist, Stephen Hawking, stated that "One can't prove that God doesn't exist. But science makes God unnecessary. The laws of physics can explain the universe without the need for a creator.” He believes it was created from nothing. (See the GMA interview here.)

According to Stephen’s biography on his website, he’s worked on the basic laws which govern the universe. And he helped show that Einstein’s Theory of Relativity implied space and time would have a beginning in the Big Bang and end in black holes.

He’s commented that people want to believe there is a god so they don’t feel isolated. They desire someone or something in authority to give a reason for living an ethical life. And according to the GMA report, Stephen Hawking has suggested in the past that people use God as an explanation for things that can’t be explained.

I graduated from college with a BS, majoring in biology and minoring in chemistry. I respect science and believe in research. I understand the drive to learn – to explore the unknown. The results have potential to do so much good in people’s lives.

But I’m also a strong believer in God and His part in the creation of any and all things.

Why is it so difficult for some to accept a higher “being” more intelligent and powerful than us?

Why is it so important to prove that God doesn’t exist? That we came from "nothing?" That we return to “nothing?”

Are these scientists really searching for answers to discredit God? Or are they deep down wanting to prove to themselves that He must and does exist?

What I studied and learned while taking college classes did anything but sway me towards accepting that we evolved from nothing. I think evolution has and will continue to take place. But that doesn’t discredit God’s part in creation for me. Every cell had to have a beginning.

I still believe, and will always believe—however He did it—whatever path He chose to take—

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” (Genesis 1:1 NIV)

Dawn

Love Finds You in Victory Heights, Washington - Blog Tour

2010-09-03T08:22:00.000-07:00

Love Finds You in Victory Heights, Washington, is a historical romance with sprinkles of comic relief.

It’s World War II and many of the boys are off fighting. In the meantime, the women back home are doing what they can to contribute to the war effort. Rosalie Madison has lost her fiancé in battle and carries the guilt of words left unsaid. In an attempt to lessen that load, she works diligently in the Boeing plant as a riveter on airplanes being manufactured for the air force.

Then Rosalie meets a handsome reporter, Kenny, and after a few ups and downs, their relationship seems to be moving forward. But each has secrets they’re not quite ready to share. When a news story puts Rosalie in the spotlight and she becomes Seattle’s own “Rosie the Riveter,” she’s not so sure she’s ready to handle the attention. At the same time, Kenny is dealing with his own inner battles.

The authors did a fantastic job in recreating a locality during World War II. They did their research! As someone who is currently living in Seattle, I appreciated all the details woven into the story about the area during that time. I also loved that celebrities who visited were included. Both contributed to this reader’s enjoyment. I felt like I had truly traveled back in time.

In many ways, this story is light hearted and it speaks of a simpler time. But it’s also a story of hope and God’s faithfulness.

This book was provided to me to read and review.
I was not paid for my review.

CONTEST: Tricia is giving away 5 Victory Prize packs during the blog tour.
On September 3rd, she’ll be sending 5 winners a copy of Love Finds You in Victory Heights, Washington, Love Finds You in Lonesome Prairie, Montana, Song Bird Under a German Moon, and the winner's choice of either Generation NeXt Marriage or Generation NeXt Parenting.

TIME IS SHORT – so visit her blog to find out more information and participate.

Blog Tour Schedule: If you want to read what other bloggers are saying about this novel, please check out the blog tour schedule and links at Love Finds You in Victory Heights, WA - Blog Tour.

Tricia Goyer is the author of twenty-four books including Songbird Under a German Moon, The Swiss Courier, and the mommy memoir, Blue Like Play Dough. 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 MomSense and Thriving 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 Little Rock, Arkansas where they are part of the ministry of FamilyLife. For more on Tricia visit http://www.triciagoyer.com/

Ocieanna Fleiss is a published writer and has edited six of Tricia Goyer’s historical novels. She lives with her husband and their four children in the Seattle area. For more about Ocieanna visit her blog.

We Are Family

2010-08-27T15:05:00.000-07:00

Do you come from a small family or a large one with many siblings? Are you close to them? See them often? Occasionally? Estranged?

I’ve lived thousands of miles from my parents and siblings for the past sixteen years. We keep in touch through phone calls, e-mails, and Facebook.

But, last weekend my husband (Sonny) and I flew from Seattle with my youngest daughter (Ana) and my stepdaughter and husband (Katrina and Jon) to Minneapolis. My oldest daughter and her husband (Brooke and Doug) flew in from New York City a few hours before us, retrieved an eight passenger vehicle from rental, and then picked up the rest of us at baggage claim. From there, we journeyed for two hours, crossed the border into Wisconsin, and converged on my parents’ house in my small home town.

The occasion??? A family wedding.

My younger sister is in her early forties, but this was her first marriage. We were all thrilled for her when she became engaged. I’d only met her then fiancé during a quick visit back two years ago. During the past weekend my family was able to spend more time with him, as well as his teenage daughter and son. He’s a good guy, and the kids are outgoing and bright.

My brother and his wife have three children – all in their twenties. Although they’re separated by cities and states, all the cousins have close relationships. They warmly welcomed their new step cousins into the fold.

The thirteen-year-old new member commented to my husband that he’d been nervous about meeting everyone – not knowing what to expect – but immediately felt comfortable. He realized that he was now a part of our family and that we cared about him.

The weekend was a whirlwind. Everyone pitched in to help. We decorated the church and the reception hall. Brooke and my niece both sang during the ceremony. Another niece read scripture. My nephew served as both usher and groomsman. Ana was responsible for the guest book. Jon was the “official” photographer and Katrina assisted. The groom’s son served as an usher and his daughter passed out programs. My brother and his wife were host and hostess – and I helped my sister by being her personal assistant. Doug chauffeured us all weekend and Sonny was on hand to help wherever needed.

At the reception, someone requested “We Are Family,” made popular by Sister Sledge, as the last song played by the DJ. Every family member formed a circle and danced – including my parents. The “kids” grabbed their two newest cousins’ hands and made sure that they joined in. At first we danced with the bride and groom in the center, and then my dad and his grandaughters took a turn.

I looked around the circle that had grown once again, and would continue to grow as our children have their own.

And I thought . . .

My family is far from perfect. We have our flaws. We irritate each other. Like every other family we’re dysfunctional in various ways.

But at that time and place, we were all together, celebrating in unison.

We are family.

Dawn

A Soft Place to Land

2010-08-17T23:24:00.000-07:00

Do you have a soft place to land?

You know . . . somewhere you can go when you need to escape from the world, be comforted, or just feel supported and cared for?

My daughters are twenty-six and almost twenty-nine. They’re independent, intelligent, strong women. But there are still times when I get phone calls in the middle of the night because they need a comforting word. There are still days when they need to just hang out with us.

My husband and I have always strived to provide a soft place for our kids - no matter how old or grown up they become. They’re all adults now, successful at making their own way. But when the world batters them down, when they’ve had a bad day, or they just need to talk . . . we’re here. If they need help meeting daily life challenges . . . we’re here. If they need reminding that they’re lovable and loved . . . we’re here.

As for my soft place? My husband and I try to provide that for each other. A place where we can shut out the world, talk, and believe that everything is going to be okay.

But, not everyone has a spouse or parent who can provide that kind of environment. Some can’t – some don’t know how – and some just don’t care. Sometimes the people who can and do provide it, aren’t always available.

What happens then? What can we do?

We can find comfort, peace, and rest in God’s arms.

Trust me. He’ll always provide a safe place to land.

Dawn

The Dung of Life? Or Fertilizer for Growth?

2010-08-13T12:14:00.000-07:00

So . . . did you read today’s title and go, “Huh? Seriously?”

It’s not a secret that life doesn’t always go the way we’d like. It’s challenging and often times difficult and heartbreaking. When going through hard times, people sometimes express that life is *** or they feel like ***. You know what words I’m leaving out here.

They use those expressions because the words conjure up images that aren’t pleasant – at all.

Dung is another word for manure, which is not only messy, its fragrance isn’t one you’d want to bottle and dab behind your ears.

Two of my uncles owned dairy farms in Wisconsin. Farmers utilize the manure generated by the cows to fertilize the fields. When that process takes place, the air doesn’t smell very fresh. The aroma is . . . well, you can only imagine if you haven’t been there.

But the corn, wheat, and hay benefit, and stronger crops are produced.

I don’t use dung for my yard plants and flowers, but I am a strong believer in Miracle Grow. It’s amazing the difference it can make in the growth and beauty of the plants. A few photos of flowers in my yard are included here. Those in the window box started out as small, puny plants. But with water, sun, and “fertilizer,” they’ve flourished.

I think my experience in the yard and on the farm, exemplifies life.

Like the benefits the fields receive from disgusting manure, we can also benefit in character, resilience, patience, compassion, perseverance, tolerance, empathy, etc., by walking through and surviving difficulties.

Maybe it’s not always such a bad thing to go through hard times. Struggles can help us grow to be stronger individuals.

You may have heard it said that you can tell the “true” character of a person by how they act during tough times. It’s much easier for people to be happy, confident, and strong during the good times.

So the next time you become frustrated with how your day, week, month, or year is going - try to think of those frustrations as food to help you grow.

Who knows? It just might help. *wink*

Dawn

What Will Be Your Legacy?

2010-08-06T12:30:00.000-07:00

A legacy is something that is handed down from one generation to another. It can include money or property left to someone in a will, but it can also be a way of life, philosophy, belief system, or anything that makes an impact on someone’s life.

My grandmother didn’t leave me any material possessions, except for a story Bible that belonged to my grandfather. I never knew the man. He died when my mother, the youngest of four children, was in high school. But that Bible, in some small way, makes me feel connected to him. I’ve had it for almost forty years, and it’s still kept in the stand next to my bed.

In place of “things,” my grandmother left me with wonderful memories and a small understanding of the woman she was and who she hoped her grandchildren would become.

She was raised on a Wisconsin farm, taught school in a one-room schoolhouse, and met my grandfather at a church social. Life as a farmer's wife included cooking at least three large meals a day for the family and all the farmhands. Not just one – but many pies were baked daily. When my grandfather died, she kept the farm going until one of the sons took over, and then she moved out of the big house into a much smaller one built for her on the land.

My grandmother was an example of an independent woman.

I have fond memories of spending time there as a child. The TV was rarely on, but there were always books to read, puzzles to work, homemade coffee cake, and walks in the woods to pick wild flowers. She carried Luden’s cherry cough drops in her purse in case of a tickle in the throat during church. During sleepovers, I listened to the gentle tick, tick of the clock and the chimes that rang every hour and half hour. Now we have a similar clock, and in the dead of night, the chimes are comforting.

She knew what hospitality meant and how to make a house a home.

I am in the middle of thirteen grandchildren – two were born the same year I showed up. An honor student, I was also involved in numerous extracurricular activities. I’m sure she was proud of me, but she never talked about my accomplishments, nor those of my cousins. I never heard her compare us to each other. I liked that about her. It made me feel that we were all on equal ground.

She just loved us just because . . . not because of what we “did.”

As a college student, I occasionally spent several days with her during school breaks. We set up a large wood frame that took up the entire living room, and she helped me tie the large quilts I had begun to sew as a hobby.

She showed me that it was important to share your time and talents with people.

My grandmother loved God. She knew the Bible. And she thought one of the highest callings a person could have was to be a missionary.

She impressed upon me the importance of having faith and putting God first in my life.

I want to leave a similar legacy for my children. I want them to know that above all else they are unconditionally loved for who they are. That they are strong people who can accomplish great things – as well as survive difficult times. That people are more important than things. And that above all else, their relationship with Jesus Christ should always be the most important thing in their lives.

That’s the kind of legacy I want to leave for my children.

What will be your legacy?

Dawn

Creative Inventions - Created World

2010-07-30T17:20:00.001-07:00

Are you techy? Are you drawn to anything new on the market?

Technology is amazing. We don’t go through a day without using various inventions related to our jobs, communication, and entertainment. We owe a lot to the men and women who have created “tools” that enhance our lives in so many ways.

But sometimes . . . I think it’s healthy to take a break from it . . .

My husband and I decided that we needed a “play day” away from our usual work-related responsibilities and agendas. So we took “time out” at a zoo in the area that’s connected to a large park with flower gardens, acres of green grass, and trees. We enjoyed the sunshine, the animals, and each other’s company.

We took pleasure in what GOD created. And oh, my goodness! What amazing creatures He has provided for our entertainment. They come in all sizes, shapes, and colors. They fly, swim, and roam the earth.

I think we can get so wrapped up in our computers, iPhones, TVs, video games . . . and other electronic gadgets and gizmos that have been created . . . we forget about THEE creator who gave us life and a beautiful world to live in.

God is the creator of ALL things – and that includes the people with the intellect to invent.

Do you take time to inhale the sweet scent of blooming flowers? Observe a bird’s flight? Marvel at cottony clouds in the sky? Notice the deep, rich colors of the forest, or a tree bark’s rough texture? Feel moss, soft between your toes?

I encourage you to turn off technology – for even ten minutes – and enjoy what God has created for you.

Dawn

What's Wrong With Being a Square Peg?

2010-07-23T11:33:00.001-07:00

Do you ever feel like you’re unsuccessfully trying to fit into what’s considered the “norm?”

I realized I’d been doing that for months. Even though I know myself pretty well, I still tried to make something work that didn’t have a chance.

When I worked for a large company, I got up at 5:00 a.m. in order to get to work on time. I had a forty-five minute commute and the expectation was that I be on the job between 7:00 and 7:30 a.m.

When I left that position in April to work full time at home – writing and editing – I was excited to finally be on my own schedule. I was finding my way back to living a more balanced life. Flexibility was my mantra. Only, I didn’t live it.

I fell into what I thought I needed to do in order to maintain and grow my own business. Every morning, Monday through Friday, I’d attempt to get out of bed early and be at my desk by 8:00 a.m. at the latest. I thought if I worked eight to five, I’d accomplish everything I needed to. WRONG!

First of all – I never made it to the desk by 8:00 a.m. There was the treadmill to tackle, prep for dinner that night to complete, laundry to throw in, errands to run, flowers to water . . . And then when I did make it to the desk, half the morning had flown by and I had an e-mail box overflowing with messages that needed to be returned. There seemed to be one distraction after the other. Evenings were set aside for meetings with fellow writers, worship team rehearsals, or just time hanging out with my husband.

Most days ended in frustration. I never seemed to get up early enough. And I never seemed to accomplish all that I wanted to. It was becoming a vicious cycle. I beat myself up for not fitting into the mold of what most people do during their legitimate “work” day.

I realized that I wasn’t embracing the freedom I’d been given. I’m not an eight to five kind of gal. So why was I trying to prove to myself – or anyone else - that I was?

By nature, I’m a night owl. This week I gave myself permission to stay up as late as I felt like working and sleep in as late as I felt like sleeping. It’s been GREAT!!! If I work from 11:00 p.m. – 4:00 a.m. and then sleep later – who cares???

I think too often we expect people to be round pegs. We want them to fit what we feel is normal, right, or good. We want them to be like us.

We may look at the person who’s covered piercings or tattoos and think, “gross.” The unmarried teen who totes a baby and hands over food stamps makes us wonder what her life is going to be like a year or five years from now. We question why a young man would quit college to follow his dream in the music industry. How can he be so irresponsible? We may feel pity for the heavy person who lumbers down the street. Why doesn’t he try to lose weight? And how can a homeless person prefer to live on the street instead of choosing to clean up and get a job?

We may want people to act, think, dress, talk like us, and believe in the same things we do. Because if they did, we’d feel more comfortable in our own skin.

But we’re not the same. We were never meant to be. With love and care, God made us unique and “special.”

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb” (Psalm 139:13).

Have peace with the fact that God never intended for us to all be round pegs, manufactured to look, feel, and act like the next peg.

Take joy in being a square, triangle, octagon . . . or whatever you are . . . and that you fit just right.

Dawn

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Courting Morrow Little by Laura Frantz - Blog Tour

2010-07-16T15:10:00.000-07:00

Courting Morrow Little is an engaging historical romance by author Laura Frantz.

It’s 1778 when Morrow Little returns to her home in the Kentucky wilderness after an extended stay with an aunt in Philadelphia. Some are a bit concerned that she’s become too soft and refined to handle the rougher existence, but she’s determined to resume life there with her father, a pastor to the settlers and soldiers in a nearby fort.

When Morrow was a small child, her mother and sister were killed by the Shawnee, and her brother was taken captive. Morrow is soon faced with past hurts and fears when she learns her father has befriended a Shawnee Indian and his son, Red Shirt.

Still holding on to anger toward the Shawnee, Morrow fights a growing attraction toward handsome Red Shirt. At the same time, she is courted by an officer stationed at the fort who wants her for his wife.

With her return to Kentucky, Morrow is faced with the truth that all may not be as it first appears, and she must deal with her prejudices and preconceived beliefs. She also learns that forgiveness may be one of the most freeing and wonderful gifts we can give to others and ourselves.

In Courting Morrow Little, we’re taken on an adventure to another time and place. A time when the wilderness was beautiful, but also dangerous. And where Morrow proves time and time again, that she is not only feminine, but strong and courageous.

This is the first book I’ve read by Laura Frantz, but it won’t be the last. I highly recommend Courting Morrow Little to anyone who enjoys historical romance. I loved it!

Courting Morrow Little is available July 2010 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.”

Laura Frantz credits her 100-year-old grandmother as being the catalyst for her fascination with Kentucky history. Frantz's family followed Daniel Boone into Kentucky in 1792 and settled in Madison County, where her family still resides. Frantz is the author of The Frontiersman's Daughter and currently lives in the misty woods of Washington state with her husband and two sons.

As a reviewer and participant in Revell’s blog tours, I received a complimentary copy of this book. Dawn

Serving More than Food

2010-07-09T13:05:00.000-07:00

Sometimes people in need – need more than food.

But why is it so difficult to hang out and talk to the homeless? Or others who need help in order to survive?

The Salvation Army, located not far from our church, recently implemented a new program. Meals are being served there Monday through Friday evenings for anyone who shows up and wants to eat. Within just a few weeks, the numbers of people fed has doubled.

Our church, along with other area churches, has committed to helping the program be successful. My husband and I have volunteered to be on the team.

We had our first experience last weekend. Both of us had served meals in the heart of Seattle, but it had been a long time, so we looked forward to helping at a location closer to home.

People of all ages filed in. Mothers alone with children. The elderly. Some of the guests looked like they lived on the streets. Others were clean and well spoken, but were probably just going through a rough time financially. A mother came in with four children who were all very well behaved and polite. Everyone graciously accepted the food we poured into bowls or laid on their plates. Many stayed as long as we were open; visiting with people they had either arrived with, or seemed to know from their world outside.

Volunteers are asked to sit and visit with the guests, when able. During the course of the evening, several people from our team joind a table and attempted to generate conversation. My husband and both hung back that night, wanting to get a better feel for the people there.

Why did we hesitate? What makes it so difficult to sit down with a stranger and talk to them? I’m an introvert, but one of my gifts is talking one-on-one and “listening.” People need to be listened to.

Perhaps it was the feeling I got while serving them. I smiled, looked into their eyes – but they refused to connect with me for more than a brief moment. I sensed embarrassment over receiving free food. It’s one thing when you can’t afford to purchase a new car. It’s another thing entirely when you can’t provide the nourishment required to survive.

FEAR plays a huge role in building walls between people who need help and those who offer it. We may fear that they’re different, or that they don’t want to talk to us; while they may fear that we don’t trust them, or look down on them as being “less.” We both probably fear rejection.

But Sonny and I hope—we plan—to make the effort next time to sit with them. Ask them about their lives. We want to give them time with someone who cares. We want to make them feel like they count. We want to serve them something more than food for their bellies.

I know that if I ask to sit at a table with guests at one of those meals, I may be unsuccessful in sharing any kind of conversation with them. They don’t have to talk to me. And if they don’t, it could become a very uncomfortable situation. But that’s the risk I need to take. Because there’s also a chance that we’ll both walk away better for it.

Dawn

Chasing Lilacs by Carla Stewart

2010-07-02T12:07:00.000-07:00

Chasing Lilacs is an impressive debut novel for author Carla Stewart. The author takes us back to 1958 and puts us in a small Texas community, and into the mind and heart of Sammie Tucker, an almost thirteen-year-old girl.

Life isn’t as simple as you think it must have been “back then.” Sammie’s mother suffers with mental issues, and when she commits suicide, Sammie’s world is filled with loss and confusion. Then her disgruntled aunt shows up to help “care” for Sammie, and things get even messier. It’s a good thing that Sammie has a loving father - not to mention other townspeople who look out for her. There’s her outspoken best friend, a new boy who comes to live with his uncle, and her mentors - the woman next door who raises birds, and an elderly widower who has his own secrets.

Although Sammie is a young teen, I became totally involved with the character. This story pulled me in emotionally, while it also provided surprising plot twists. I was whisked into nostalgia and a time when life was perhaps a bit slower, but the pace of the story kept me turning the pages.

Chasing Lilacs touches on the subject of mental illness and shock treatments. Not necessarily a happy topic. But is also an uplifting story of hope and forgiveness. It reminds us that even when we don’t initially see it – God is still in control and working on our behalf.

This book is very well written. I’m looking forward to reading Carla Stewart’s next release.

This summer, I encourage you to read Chasing Lilacs.

Carla Stewart’s writing reflects her passion for times gone by. She believes in Jesus, the power of the written word, and a good cup of coffee. She and her husband have four adult sons and a delight in the adventures of their six grandchildren. Chasing Lilacs is her first novel.

You can learn more by visiting http://www.carlastewart.com/

The Garden

2010-06-25T12:29:00.000-07:00

Did you realize there are many of life’s lessons to be learned by spending time in a garden?

I realize that not everyone is "into" having flowers or vegetable gardens. Working in the dirt is almost therapy for me. It gives me time to breathe in fresh air, hear the birds, and think . . .

While tending to God's creation, I'm reminded of how He wants me to live.

In the picture above, you can see part of our backyard. In the front of the house I hang baskets of geraniums, and plant window boxes with petunias. I love having my yard full of color. It does something for my soul.

During the summer, I either water the flowers almost every day, or risk losing the plants. The flowers add so much to my life, but having them doesn’t come without a cost. Keeping them happy and healthy takes a lot of work. But to see something so lovely wither away and die, can be heartbreaking.

It’s similar with relationships.

It doesn’t matter how wonderful and alive our relationship is with God, our spouse, our kids, or our friends; it can still wither and die if not tended to.

Let’s not forget weeding . . .

Weeds can steal the necessary water and nutrients from the soil that our flowers and vegetables need to grow. Weeds can overcome young plants and block out the sun’s ray, necessary for plants to remain healthy.

Likewise . . . sometimes we need to weed out what could potentially overtake, strangle, or suffocate us.

Those things may be . . .

busy, unnecessary activities we engage in . . .

bad habits, addictions, toxic relationships . . .

pride, ego, selfishness . . .

You know what your list includes.

Be aware. Even though we may think we’ve thoroughly cleaned out those bothersome weeds, it doesn’t take much for them to sprout again. When we try to dig deep to remove what hinders us from thriving – the work will be difficult. The roots may be embedded more than we think. We may feel some aches and pains. But, we don’t need to rely on our own strength. God is here to help us.

But, when we’re free of what threatens to take over the garden of our lives, we’re able to grow strong and beautiful. We might even grow tall enough to offer a bit shade to those who need shelter.

And then there's pruning.

A plant recently pruned can look like it’s never going to come back. But in the long run . . . pruning is good for it. Hacking the plant away pushes it to come back even stronger, healthier, and more gorgeous than before.

Such are life’s lessons. They can be painful. They can make us feel like we don’t want to get up in the morning. But if our roots are strong . . . if we continue to take in life-giving elements . . . we, too, will bear bigger and more fruit than we ever did before.

Have a great week . . . and smell the flowers.

Dawn

Everything from the Heart

2010-06-18T10:32:00.001-07:00

Once in awhile you meet someone who makes an impact on you. It doesn’t have to be through a big event. It may be through something he simply says or does. I recently met such a person.

Getting my nails “done” every two weeks is a luxury I allow myself. The nails have always been weak and a mess without professional care. Now that I’m working out of a home office, I decided to look for a place closer than the one I’d gone to for years, and found a lovely establishment five minutes from home.

It was during my second appointment with Jimmy, the owner, that I learned more about this kind and humble Vietnamese man. Jimmy came to the United States thirty years ago as a teenager. He married and raised his family here. For the past twenty years he’s owned businesses that focused on nails and other spa treatments.

Jimmy took his time, was gentle, and very particular about the end result. I commented that day on the good job he did on my nails.

He thanked me, smiled, and said, “I do everything from the heart. My life. My family. My work. How I treat people. We don’t know if we will be here tomorrow. I don’t want to die with anyone angry or hating me. But I can die happy if there are people around me who love me.”

He does everything from the heart.

While I waited for the nail polish to dry, a young woman about twenty years old came in. With how she and Jimmy greeted each other, I knew she was a regular. Sitting only a few feet away, I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation. The young woman and her boyfriend had just broken up and she was feeling down. Jimmy listened, gave gentle counsel, and they were soon laughing together.

He does everything from the heart.

I left that day, thinking about what Jimmy expressed. A week later, I’m still thinking about it. I want to have an attitude more like his. No matter what my task—whatever I’m up against—I want to do it from my heart. No matter who I spend time with, or what we’re doing . . .

I want to do my best.

Give my best.

And be known as a woman who does everything from the heart.

Dawn

Seeds of Summer by Deborah Vogts

2010-06-11T14:20:00.000-07:00

I occasionally share my thoughts here on books that I feel are particularly good. Today I want to talk about Deborah Vogt’s latest release, Seeds of Summer, book two in her Seasons of the Tallgrass Series.

Seeds of Summer is a story about having a dream. A path you want to take, a goal you hope to reach, or a desire you need to satisfy. But this story is even more. It’s about family, sacrifice, second chances, forgiveness, and a God, who in His own timing, will surprise us.

The author brings us interesting characters we want to cheer for, hug, and a few times . . . even strangle! They’re lovable, real, and sometimes humorous. Natalie, the heroine, is strong, but still has her weaknesses. Her little brother is sweet and protective, while still being all-boy. Her sister, as most teenagers do, pushes the boundaries and Natalie’s buttons. The stepmother who left years ago and returns is a quirky character who visually leaps off the page. You might wish the elderly neighbor would move next door to you. And Pastor Jared Logan? He’s more than what he first appears to be.

If you want a great summer read – I recommend you read, Seeds of Summer.

Back cover copy

Former rodeo queen Natalie Adams has big troubles. When her father dies unexpectedly, she’s saddled with the family ranch and two half-siblings whose mother abandoned them years ago and is long-believed dead. A handsome young pastor, Jared Logan, repeatedly comes to the rescue. But Natalie’s strong, independent nature wants nothing to do with his help.

Jared, a city boy do-gooder, has dreams of his own. He’s ready to solve Natalie’s problems, as well as any problems in his church. But his congregation resists change, and the more deeply involved he becomes with Natalie’s family, the more he questions his life as a clergyman. Jared’s enthusiasm turns to fear as he contemplates failure.

When Natalie’s stepmother unexpectedly shows up with plans of her own, Natalie must choose between the responsibilities of caring for a family or following her own desires. Love, forgiveness, and faith mingle together in the breathtaking world of the Kansas Flint Hills prairie.

Deborah Vogts and her husband have three daughters and make their home in southeast Kansas where they raise and train American Quarter Horses. As a student at Emporia State University studying English and journalism, Deborah developed a love for the Flint Hills that has never faded. In writing this series, she hopes to share her passion for one of the last tallgrass prairie regions in the world, showing that God’s great beauty rest on the prairie and in the hearts of those who live there.

A World of Protection

2010-06-05T12:08:00.001-07:00

Do you lock your doors during daylight hours? Pull the blinds at dusk?

I grew up in a small Wisconsin town. No one locked their doors. The church was always open. Times have changed. Even in my hometown, my parents are now accustomed to turning a key in the lock when leaving the house. And churches everywhere must be protected from thieves and vandals.

My own home is very secure. Not because we live in a bad neighborhood. It’s actually a nice and quiet place to live. But no matter where you reside, there is a need to protect your family and home from those who might inflict harm. We have a lock on our screen door, and both a lock and deadbolt on the regular door. A monitored security system and outside motion detector lights complete the set-up. We’re not paranoid. We’re just careful.

When you think about it, people are pretty obsessed with being protected.

We use:

1. Sunblock to protect us from sunburn

2. Umbrellas to protect us from getting wet in the rain

3. Security systems to protect us from intruders

4. Virus protection on our computers

5. A variety of methods to protect us from identity theft

6. Disinfectant to protect us from infection

7. Seat belts to protect us from serious harm in accidents

8. Sports attire that helps protect the mouth, head, knees, etc.

9. Vaccines to protect us from illness

10. Plant coverings to protect them from frost

11. Sunglasses to shield our eyes from bright light

12. Clothes to protect us from the environment

13. The military to protect us from other countries invading

14. Law enforcement to protect us from “bad” people

15. Ear protection to inhibit loud noises from damaging our hearing

16. Investments and diverse portfolios to protect our financial future

Okay – that’s a rather long list. But, hopefully you get my point.

Despite all the methods we use to protect our physical well-being, we sometimes forget about the One who not only protects our bodies, but our hearts and souls.

God is always there, watching over us. Wanting the best for us. Protecting us from forces we can’t see, or may never realize.

Sometimes we could even use protection from temptation, discouragement, despair, bad judgment, unwise decisions, unjustified anger, an attitude filled with bitterness, a prideful spirit, an unforgiving heart . . . and maybe even a broken heart.

"Because he loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name." (Psalm 91:14 NIV)

"But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen and protect you from the evil one." (2 Thess. 3:3 NIV)

God will protect you . . .
What do you need from Him today?

Dawn

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Serenity Prayer - Wise and Powerful!

2010-05-28T11:30:00.000-07:00

The Serenity Prayer. So much wisdom in so few words.

The first sentence is well-known, but have you ever looked at the rest of the prayer? It’s filled with meaning and is equally beautiful.

Serenity Prayer

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen. ~ Reinhold Niebuhr

Read through it again. Only this time, stop for just a second after each line and let the words seep into your mind, heart, and spirit. Wow! That’s powerful!

This prayer is all about enjoying, loving, and living in the moment. But it’s also about embracing the fact that this life is temporary. While we’re here, there will be challenges. We can’t fix and make right everything in this sinful world – but we can fix some things – or at least make them better, if we have the courage to do so.

We can’t change a starving nation – but maybe we can feed one child.

We can’t change a dangerous neighborhood overnight – but there might be a way to start by giving one kid a chance.

We can’t change a hostile environment at work – but we can be kind to our co-workers.

Alone, we can’t change the environmental destruction happening on the planet – but we can do our part by recycling.

We can’t change the reality that we will always have the poor – but perhaps we can donate funds and/or volunteer at shelters, soup kitchens, and food banks to make it easier on those who are struggling.

We can’t change the fact that horrible illnesses cause financial, physical, and emotional pain – but we can be there to support those who are sick with our love, prayers, presence, and help with daily tasks.

We may not be able to change others – but if we have the courage – we can change those things in ourselves that are not healthy or loveable.

I’ve taped the Serenity Prayer in a space next to my computer.
My plan is to read it every day.
My hope is to live it every day.

Do you want to join me?

Blessings for a great week!

Dawn