Wednesday, February 2, 2022
Keep Making a Difference
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
Time-slip Fiction Review: Where the Last Rose Blooms (Heirloom Secrets book 3) by Ashley Clark
Book Description:
Alice runs a New Orleans flower shop alongside her aunt, but thoughts of her
mother, who went missing during Hurricane Katrina, are never far from her mind.
After getting off on the wrong foot with a handsome yet irritating man who
comes to her shop, Alice soon realizes their worlds overlap--and the answers
they both seek can be found in the same place.
In 1861 Charleston, Clara is known to be a rule
follower--but the war has changed her. Unbeknownst to her father, who is
heavily involved with the Confederacy, she is an abolitionist and is prepared to
sacrifice everything for the cause. With assistance from a dashing Union spy,
she attempts to help an enslaved woman reunite with her daughter. But things go
very wrong when Clara agrees to aid the Northern cause by ferrying secret
information about her father's associates.
Faced with the unknown, both women will have to
dig deep to let their courage bloom.
My Thoughts:
I've adored each book in the Heirloom Secrets series, but I think I enjoyed Where
the Last Rose Blooms the most. Book 3 ties up the series in a beautiful
way, with family helping family and weaving all the pieces together. I love the
references to what flowers mean throughout the story and the incredible coding
system used by Rose. This book is filled with wonderful characters and a few
rogues. If you enjoy time-slip novels and stories connected to the Civil War, you'll
enjoy this story. I've been to New Orleans and Charleston where much of the story
is set and loved visiting again through Clark's rich description. I
received a complimentary copy of this book. Opinions expressed in this review
are completely my own.
Saturday, January 29, 2022
Embrace Courage
Acts 4:13
When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realized that they were
unschooled, ordinary men, they were astonished and they took note that
these men had been with Jesus.
I zipped across the water.
Not a fan of heights, I stood on the wooden tower, harness fastened, and looked across the lake to my daughter. She waited for me to step off the platform and fly across the expanse on a cable. And I did. I raised my arms and screamed as I flew to the destination. Stepping off the secure place where I stood took courage. I had no experience with ziplining, but I wanted to give it a try. The camp counselor gave me the equipment I needed to accomplish the task.
I'd worked years on my manuscript, here and there when time
allowed. After editing and tweaking. I finally typed the end. God gave me the
opportunity to send the full manuscript to a publisher. My stomach quivered,
and my hand shook a little as I pressed send. Sending my book baby out into the
world took courage. God gave me the tools and resources to accomplish the task.
After Jesus death and resurrection, His disciples, Peter and
John, were given the power to heal. They moved through the community and placed
their hands on the sick and weary and restored them. Those who witnessed their
deeds spoke of their courage as ordinary men who loved Jesus. Just weeks before,
Jesus had died a horrible death and there were people who hated Jesus and
wanted to see his ministry end. Those same adversaries kept an eye on Peter and
John as they bravely continued teaching about and living for Jesus. God gave
them the gift of healing to accomplish the task.
Even in America, land of the free and home of the brave,
it's not always easy to speak freely about Jesus and his grace. God calls each
of us to serve Him, and He equips us in whatever task He sets before us.
Whatever God puts on your heart, embrace courage, use the
resources and gifts He gives, and go forward.
Wednesday, January 26, 2022
Let Go and Let God
Monday, January 24, 2022
Writing Article on Blue Ridge Mountain Conference Blog
I have a writing article on Blue Ridge Mountain Conference blog today.
Write What Your Character Tells You
Saturday, January 22, 2022
He Heals Broken Hearts
Psalm 147:3-5
He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power;
his understanding has no limit.
The gash on my leg hurt.
Several years ago Tim and I purchased a home that needed a lot of tender loving care. One day my daughters and I cleaned and painted in the various rooms of the old place. Clumsy as I am, I tripped over a medicine cabinet and something sliced into my shin. Blood spurted everywhere, at least it seemed like it to me who has no inclination toward any kind of medical care. My leg throbbed, and I screamed like a five-year old. Sara and Hannah came running to my rescue and assured me the wound wasn't as bad as it appeared. Still I needed help. About the time the girls calmed me, my mom and nephew stopped by to check the progress of the house. Bless that boy's heart, he took me to the clinic in town where the physician cleaned my leg and bandaged the wound.
Medical folks mend the brokenness of physical bodies. God
heals the brokenness of souls. Oh, how the spirit cries when someone leaves
this world. My heart breaks over the losses caused by COVID, cancer, and any
other tragedy. Yet, even in the midst of the hurt, the anger, the frustration,
the inability to understand, God gives hope. He holds His hands out to the
broken, wraps His arms around the weary, lifts up the fallen and binds the
wounds.
The doctor wrapped a bandage around my leg, gave me a tetanus
shot and sent me on my way to be healed. God wraps His arms around me and keeps
me close. He embraces me as He heals my heart.
A wounded soul takes time to heal, it’s a process. In the
healing, scars may form and remind me of the pain I experienced, but they also
remind me of the One who loves me more than I understand. I am limited in my
understanding of why life happens the way it does, but God, the Great
Physician, understands and knows the outcome. My hope lies in His wisdom.
Ask God to bind the wounds of your heart.