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Book Review: Thee Will I Honor

Thee Will I Honor, by JoAnn Durgin, has all the elements that her readers love about her books: a Christian message, a sweet romance, wonderful characters and beautiful scenery. In Thee Will I Honor, Ms. Durgin has incorporated mystery and intrigue, which brought a new level of enjoyment to this reviewer.

First Lieutenant Matthew Martin served his country well during two tours in Afghanistan, but returned home to Meadowvale, Virginia, with an injury to his leg, effectively ending his military career.

Lesley Ann Randall is speeding through Meadowvale in a red Mercedes when she is stopped by the local sheriff. Rather than issue her a ticket, he assigns her community service. She decides that Meadowvale is just as good a location as anywhere else to serve her purposes, so she agrees to stay in Meadowvale and perform community services.

Lesley and Matt meet and as they say, “the rest is history.” But an interesting history it is. Sparks fly immediately when they meet, and the attraction grows stronger every day. As they become even closer, Lesley reveals to Matt the real reason she is in Meadowvale. Her story is disturbing, intriguing, mysterious, and is taken from current events happening today.

I highly recommend Thee Will I Honor. It will be a great beach/vacation read!

 

 

 

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Children Are a Precious Gift From God

In church yesterday, our pastor shared the statistics from Vacation Bible School: 251 children in attendance (the largest crowd ever); 125 workers; and 10 children accepted Jesus as their Lord and Savior.

Our church has a sister church in a city whose name I can’t begin to pronounce, much less spell, in Mexico. Word reached our pastoral staff that there are no books for the children in that small town. The children who attended VBS last week decided to have a contest – boys against girls -to raise money to buy books for the children in Mexico. The girls won, of course. These kids, with help from their parents, raised over $1,100. Our children’s pastor has estimated that $1,100 will buy approximately 250 books.

What an awesome gift we have in our children, indeed, in all children. They are so precious, so priceless.

And yet, we have this abominable situation with the children being separated from their parents as they cross the border to come into the United States.

It doesn’t matter who is to blame – Republicans, Democrats, Trump. The separation from these parents and the atrocity of these children being put into locked cages is horrifying. It is a slap in God’s face.

But when Jesus saw this, He was indignant and said to them, “Permit the children to come to Me; do not hinder them; for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” (Mark 10:14 New American Standard Bible) (emphasis mine)

In James 1:27, we are told that Christians should look after the fatherless (some translations say “orphans.) I believe that if Christians don’t unite to do something about this situation, then we are sinning. Not taking careof these children will be as much of a slap in the face of God as the separation of these children from their parents.

“What can one person do?” you might ask.

1, Contact your Senator. The Republican Senators from the State of Georgia are:

Johnny Isakson

131 Russell Senate Office Building Washington DC 20510

(202) 224-3643

Contact: www.isakson.senate.gov/public/index.cfm/email-me

 

David Perdue

455 Russell Senate Office Building Washington DC 20510

(202) 224-3521

Contact: www.perdue.senate.gov/connect/email

 

2. Contact your Representative.  Here’s a link that has a list of representatives and their contact information. https://house.gov/representatives/find/

3. Contact President Trump. The fastest way of reaching Donald Trump is: www.lettertodonaldtrump.com.Call him at: Comments: 202-456-1111; send a letter to: The White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, Washington, DC 20500.

It doesn’t matter if you like Trump, hate Trump or you are indifferent to Trump. He is still the President. And no matter who he blames, he has the power to do something about this situation.

4. Post this blog or write in your own words (without blaming or bickering) on FaceBook, Twitter, Instagram, Google+ – anywhere you have a social media presence. I believe that if we can get this message across the country and get people fired up about this deplorable situation, they will contact their Senators, Representatives and the President, and call them to action. Hopefully, this will cause our Congress and our President to change the situation. We are the ones who put these people in office. Our voices deserve to be heard!

5. You can also pray for these children. Pray for their protection and well-being, pray they are released from these cages and reunited with their parents in the quickest amount of time possible, pray that this experience will not leave them with permanent emotional scars. Pray for their parents that they may have the “peace of God that passes all understanding.” And, whether you like them or not, pray for our elected officials. They need our prayers and support – not our bickering and blaming.

 

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Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!

 

It is, once again, Father’s Day. My dad has been gone for several years now and I miss him as much today as I did the day of the funeral.

There is a special bond between dads and daughters. There is a bond between dads and sons but it’s different. Most dads want there sons to be tough, rugged, and smart. And there is nothing wrong with that. But dads look at their daughters (and granddaughters) differently. They see their daughters as princesses, precious, cherished and treasured.

My dad felt that way about my sister, Marie, and me. We knew we were loved, not just because he said so, but he showed it in so many ways. He set the example for us by his Christian life. He loved Jesus and served him faithfully for many years in a neighborhood Baptist church. He was a choir member, deacon, assistant treasurer, treasurer and children’s Sunday school superintendent. He and my mom prayed together every night before going to bed. As our family grew, they named my sister, me and our spouses, every  grandchild, and if they were married, their spouse, and every great grandchild. That’s a total of eighteen names they remembered in prayer every night.

My dad also showed his love through his discipline. It was just, fair and painful. But after he disciplined us, he followed it up with hugs and love.

 

My dad supported Marie and I in everything we did. If we wanted to participate in school or church extracurricular activities, he encouraged us to do so. He scrutinized our boyfriends, never missing an opportunity to have the “father talk” with them. He advised us on our choice of schools and careers. He walked us down the aisle and was present when all five of his grandchildren were born. And when my first marriage fell apart, he held me in his arms as I cried my heart out.

My dad demonstrated his love in so many ways that I can’t even begin to count them. I thank God that he gave me my dad!

Happy Father’s Day in Heaven, Daddy! I love and miss you!

 

Dad at Christmas

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BOOK REVIEW: Enfolded in God’s Arms

Enfolded in God’s Arms – 40 Reflections to Embrace Your Inner Healing is a devotional book that speaks to the reader’s soul. The author, Lisa Are Wulf, has divided the devotions into four sections: A Time to Heal,” “A Time to Change,” “A Time with Jesus,” and “A Time to Grow.” Each reflection begins with a Bible verse, a short devotion, a few questions for the reader to think about and a place for the reader to journal how God spoke to them through that specific reflection. In this reviewer’s opinion, one of the most important aspects of the book is the section titled “Be Still for a Moment with God,” and is found near the end of each reflection. This statement causes the reader to pause, to be still and listen for the voice of God speak to only her (or him). What might He say? The possibilities are endless.

With titles such as “When You Can’t Go Home,” “Overboard,” “Behind the Mask,” “Give Me Your Hand,”  “Stay the Course,” and “A Life of Light,” this devotional book is written to do exactly as the title says: enfold you in God’s arms and help you to embrace your inner healing.

I encourage you to get this book if you’ve been wounded in the past. It is possibly the most important book you will own, other than your Bible.

Disclosure:  I received a free copy of this book/Ebook/Product to review. I was not required to write a positive review nor was I compensated in any other way. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the FTC Regulations. I am part of The CWA Review Crew.

 

 

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I Remember My Mother

        Today is Mother’s Day, May 13, 2018. My mother has been in heaven now almost five years. It’s hard to believe. I wanted to post this again today to honor her. Happy Mother’s Day in heaven!   

 

The first time I posted this blog was on April 25, 2009. I posted it again on May 12, 2012, the day before Mother’s Day. And I am, once again, sitting in the emergency room of our local hospital. It is almost unreal how much my mother’s health has failed in the last three years, how quickly it has failed in the last six months. She can no longer walk with a cane or walker. She is in a wheelchair all the time.  Different systems in her body have begun to fail.  It is very difficult to watch. But still, she is here and God willing, will celebrate Mother’s Day – perhaps at home or perhaps in a hospital room. But she will be here and for that, I am extremely grateful.

I am sitting in the emergency room of our local hospital – again.  My mother fell this morning.  Although she uses a walker or walking cane all the time, she often falls because of problems with one of her knees.  She has seizures, which occasionally cause her to fall.  She has congestive heart failure and degenerative disc disease.  My mother will be 80 in one week and her health has been failing for a number of years. 

This is not how I want to see or remember my mother.  I want to remember her the way she was when I was a child, a teenager and a young married woman with a child of my own.
When I was a child my mother was constantly busy.  Even though she worked full time, she would come home every day and cook “supper” as we called it then –meat, vegetables, bread and tea.  My sister and I always had clean and ironed clothes to wear to school.  On Saturdays, my mother would get up very early, and by the time I was up, she would have made-from-scratch cake layers cooling on racks, waiting for the sweet, sugary icing to be spread on top of each layer and all around the sides.  Then later in the morning, she would leave for her weekly appointment at the “beauty shop.”  (In those days, we had not heard of hair salons.) Sundays found her teaching an elementary Sunday school class and singing in the choir.
My mother taught me to respect my elders.  I still say “Yes, m ‘am and No, sir.” She taught me how to act in church and showed me what would happen if I didn’t behave!
During the summer months, my mother would come home from work and stand on her feet for hours blanching and then freezing beans, peas, corn, and squash so that we could have fresh vegetables in the winter.
My mother continued to be active in my teenage years; however the degenerative disc disease had begun to slowly ravage her spine.  Over the years, she lost several inches in height.  But this did not slow her down – at least not then.  She and my dad attended every chorus concert, every play that I was in, everything I did, they were there.  
I became engaged my sophomore year of college and as I planned my wedding, my mother was there to help and advise me.  I still remember her teary eyes as I dressed to leave the church for my honeymoon.
When my first child was born, my mother and father were at the hospital almost before I arrived!  I can see, even now, my mother holding my daughter, Kim, in her arms.  When I came home from the hospital, my mother stayed with us for a week, taking care of all the household chores so that I could bond with Kim and learn how to be a mother. (Why don’t babies come with an instruction manual??)  My mother also stayed for a week when my son, Kyle, was born, again taking care of everything.
Shortly after Kyle’s birth, my father became gravely ill and was hospitalized for several weeks, having two surgeries during that time.  My mother was an absolute rock.  She stayed, day and night, with my dad until he came home.  Once home, she waited on him hand and foot and watched over him vigilantly until he regained his strength and health.
When my daughter became pregnant at 16, my mother (and father) became a rock of support.  They surrounded my daughter with love and prayers.  When Kim went into labor, they made a mad dash to the hospital to be there when their first great grandchild was born.  I have a photograph of mother holding my grandson.  The love in her face was as intense and as deep as the love had been when she held her children and grandchildren.
Although my mother and I have not always seen “eye-to-eye” on some issues, and there have been times when she has driven me crazy (what mother doesn’t drive her daughter crazy sometimes?), she has always loved me, always supported me and always been there for me.
I don’t want to see her growing frailer with each passing day.  But this is life.  The least I can do is to be here for her.  Sitting in the waiting room of the ER.  Waiting.
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Book Review: Safe Harbor

“Safe Harbor” by Kristen Terrette is an enjoyable, well-written book that I found hard to put down. I quickly became involved in the characters’ lives, especially Eva, as she struggles to find her way back to God.

The story takes place in Moanna, an island off the coast of Georgia. Thad, a former NFL player, and his father, John, relocated there several years before the story begins. Eva, her daughter, Willow, and her mother, Ellen have since moved there to have a fresh start.

God causes Thad and Eva to run into each other all the time and the attraction, much to Eva’s dismay, grows. The walls that Eva erected many years ago begin to slowly crumble.

This book included many scriptures on forgiveness, how much God cares for us, how much he loves us. He patiently waited for Eva to come home, just as he patiently waits for us.

This book was a blessing to me as I’m sure it will be to all who read it.

I give it 5 stars!

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Not But I . . . But God

On Monday, February 26, 2018, I carried my husband, Dave, to the hospital. He was there 10 days and 11 nights. While he was there he had two medical procedures and one operation. During that time, I stayed with him all day almost every day, took care of our dog (as much as she would allow me to – she is a daddy’s girl) and worked from Dave’s hospital room, from home and even made it to the office once for a meeting.

I don’t handle stress well, yet I live in a state of what I call semi-stress all the time. My mind doesn’t know how to be quiet and my body doesn’t know how to relax. So, imagine the state I was in during the time I described above.

The hospital where Dave stayed had a coffee/water station on each floor. One day, about half-way through Dave’s stay, I went to get some ice at the station. There was an elderly African American woman standing at the station. She said “hello” and I replied “hello.” Out of politeness, more than true interest, I asked her how she was doing. She said “I am too blessed to be stressed!” Immediately the thought came to my mind that if anyone says that to me again, I’m going to scream. And so I popped off, rather sarcastically, “Well, I’m blessed, but I’m extremely stressed.” This woman, whose name was Margaret, reached out and grabbed my arm as I tried to escape. Following is a paraphrase of our conversation:

Margaret: Let me tell you a story. I stand before you as an example of God’s grace                and mercy and healing power. In 2008, I had a stroke that was so severe, the doctors          said I would never walk, never talk, would basically be a vegetable for the rest of                my life. And do you know what caused that stroke? Stress. My son-in-law is down              the hall-the doctors think he’s had a stroke. And do you know what caused that                    stroke? Stress. Who do you have in the hospital?”

Me: My husband.

Margaret: I want you to go back to his bedside, stand next to him and say over and             over “But God. But God. But God.” Repeat after me.

Me: But God. But God. But God.”

By now, I’m crying. “Thank you,” I blubbered. I start to walk away. But Margaret is             not  finished.

Margaret: Let me pray with you before you go. And she prayed such a powerful                  prayer – three sermons could have been preached from that prayer.

I walked away, after receiving the sweetest hug and more words of encouragement. I thought to myself, “Well, she has a great testimony. But I’m not sure that’s for me.” How thick-headed can one person be?? (Note here – I said “But I…)

Later that evening I was checking my personal email. I receive several emails each day from various Christian websites, book stores, women’s ministries, etc. One of the sites had sent an extra email that day as they were promoting a book titled…you got it…But God…can change anything.” Now God has spoken twice in one day – But God! But God! Not but I…But God! I ordered that book that night and two days later it came. I began reading it immediately. It was like the author had been spying on me.

I plan over the next few weeks to complete the book and hope to write some comments and thoughts about it as I go along.

In the meantime, just remember, it’s not “But I” – it’s “But God”!