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Memory’s Mind – Cover Reveal!

Well, hello my friends! Today I’m really excited to be part of the cover reveal for a book I’m currently enjoying in the beta reader phase!

Memory’s Mind (Truth from Taerna #5) by Erika Mathews is now available for preorder for 50% off in EBOOK and also in SIGNED PAPERBACK! It will be released on January 21, 2021!

I’m always excited when the next of Erika’s books is ready to read, and so far, this one is not disappointing me! Full of spiritual truths and very relatable struggles and questi...

Yesterday . . .

Well, I did it! Or maybe I should say, God did it. Yes. I think that’s probably closer to the truth.

I was dreading today. Wasn’t sure if I could even make it through. But I’d prayed this morning that God would let this be a lighter day than yesterday. Am I the only one who prays prayers I don’t expect to be answered???! But I prayed it, even if I didn’t believe it would be.

And you know what? IT WAS. A lot lighter. Like – got-off-work-two-and-a-half-hours-earlier kind of lighter. Yes,...

Tomorrow

My bedroom is cluttered with the accoutrements of packing, and my brain is cluttered with things not to forget in the morning. It’s a quiet interval after I’ve done everything that can be done now, and before I do everything that will have to be done later.

And I’m sitting here, letting reality kind of sink in.

Or maybe – trying not to let the nerves take over.

I’ve never been from home all by myself before. I’ve always had dependent big sister or independent little one by my side. ...

Enough?

I lie here on my bed, the tears splashing down across my face and onto the rough, woolly knitted blanket that serves as an impromptu pillow. My heart doesn’t know whether it’s broken or dead. Sometimes, it really feels dead – numbed by all the suffering it has no answer for.

Other times the agony is so strong that I know my heart is far from dead or it wouldn’t hurt SO. MUCH. I almost wish my heart were dead so it would just stop hurting. Except I know what deadness of heart feels like, a...

Sharing Not

Do you ever have it where you’ve sung a hymn dozens or maybe hundreds of times and then all of a sudden something clicks that you never really understood before?

That happened during my devotions this morning. You see, I’m singing my way through the hymnal to find out how many hymns I know, and how many I have left to learn! One of the hymns I sang this morning was “Father Eternal, Ruler of Creation” – it’s one that I’ve known for a couple of years, and today I was quite struck by the pic...

Reaching the Summit

Yesterday, I drove through a part of the country I’ve never seen before. (Incidentally, I’m now the farthest north ever I’ve been in my life – which is not that impressive when you consider how much “norther” it goes!)

And as we drove, we passed through a place that was really, really hilly. Like, borderline mountainous except I live in the same country as the Rockies and I KNOW what mountains are.

Nevertheless, these were big hills – so big that your ears would pop going up and comin...

At Home

I got there when I got there – somehow, I can never arrive too early or too late at my friend’s house. A tousled blonde head peeping around the open door welcomed me in, while a lisping voice wanted me to explain why the kitties can’t come in the house. Little Miss thinks I know everything. It’s kind of flattering, really.

I step inside, slip off my sandals and scoop up the baby, who stares at me intently with his riveting big blue eyes, as I call hello to my still invisible friend.

“O...

Come, Bring Your Burdens

It was damp and rainy and the warm glow from the campfire was not enough to chase away the evening chill. It would have been drier under the tree where I spent most of the evening, and it probably would have been warmer anywhere else that I could have been that Saturday evening.

But there’s nowhere in the world I would have rather been than right there, sitting round the campfire in the rain, lifting up our voices in song – not the polished, perfect “Sunday” voices of an ordinary congrega...

Where Hope Begins

Okay, it’s been a long time since I posted. I’m willing to admit it. You see, there are two things that keep me from blogging or journaling, and I’ve been dealing with both of them: 1) being REALLY busy, and 2) not exactly knowing how to express and process the emotions I’m feeling.

I assure you, however, that the busyness was in a good cause. You see, I had this lovely idea that I was going to publish three books in four months so I could create interest in my debut series and release my Chr...

Writing My Own Story

Do you ever write pieces of your own story?

I do.

Maybe it’s just the author in me that loves to play out scenarios and invent dialogues between myself and real or imaginary characters who people my future.

Occasionally, I write them down, but more often I just invent them, sometimes over and over, adding or changing details as inspiration or altering circumstance dictates. Some “scenes” in my life I’ve rewritten so many times that you’d think I’d get tired of it. But I don’t. I jus...