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WATCH FOR THE FRAYED CINCH

By Stephen Bly Copyright©1993

Pete's quite a talker, so his friends avoid him if theydon't have hours to spare for a chat. But I made the mistake ofasking, "How's Ernie doing?" 
Pete's wife's brother visited for Christmas andnever left. Pete hauled him everywhere.
"Well, I'll tell ya," Pete began, "Ifigured his cinch was getting mighty frayed, so I sent him on his way."  That stirred a long diatribe, until Ifinally made my escape. But my mind got stuck the rest of the day on that oldcowboy phrase. 
When a man's cinch gets frayed, he's worn out his welcome. Infact, the Old West boasted a whole gunny sack full of phrases to describe anunwanted guest. 
He was "as welcome as a polecat at a picnic." Or shewas "as appreciated as a rattler in a prairie dog town." Or "folks go 'round'em like a swamp."
You might think that smacks againstwestern hospitality. Wasn't it the practice to offer a man a meal and a place to sleep?
Yep. But that included one supper. . .onenight's rest. . .and one breakfast. After that, a man either worked for hiskeep or rode on over the hill.
That's not too different from biblicalhospitality: "For even when we were with you, we gave you this rule," said St.Paul, "If a man will not work, he shall not eat" (2 Thessalonians 3:10). This didn't apply to the truly needy, like widows ororphans. They could most often receive support. But all others -- whether agrown child, your neighbor, a relative or a stranger riding through -- had to gather their own goods. You worked for your room andboard.
It was the Code.

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Do you find it difficult or easy to offer hospitality to folks you don't know all that well?  

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Stuart Brannon: The Final ShotComing March 2012 -- hardback & ebook
Stuart Brannon: The Final Shotby Stephen Bly (1944-2011)
Finishing Dad's novel was a family affair.
It's 1905. Two orphans flee Oregon's Tillamook Head. One of them is branded a hero. Do they tell what really happened & risk a dangerous man's wrath?
Meanwhile, Brannon searches for his missing U.S. Marshal friend & grapples with the game of golf on behalf of a charity celebrity tournament. Paperback edition releases August 2012.      

DELIVER ME

View from hospital windowJanet Chester BlyCopyright©2008

Days at the hospital melt into a blur.Every day stirs a hope, then ends in fatigue.Then the doctor says, "There's nothing more we can do."
God thrives in a tense waiting room or crisis clinic. Orwhen you're on the run.Prayer's the main weapon you possess when you're fightingfor personal peace.
At the moment you say, "There's a limit to what I canendure," that's when God's power shines best.
Sometimes you need a buddy, a partner who can come alongsideand help you stretch your limits, to hang in there until something that makessense prevails.
But there's situations when you must crash alone. Hole up ina closet. Curl up in a cocoon.
"Find a quiet, secluded place so you won't be tempted torole-play before God. Just be there as simply and honestly as you can manage.The focus will shift from you to God, and you will begin to sense his grace"(Matthew 6:6 THEMESSAGE).
Whether with a friend or in a group. Or alone. You can presson. You can steady your determination with total focus on divine help. Whenyou're faced with pure grim, keep a grip until peace enlightens the dungeon ofdepression. Or the guillotine of guilt. Or the bastion of bitter gall.
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When was your last tense waiting room or crisis clinicexperience? How long did it take for the power of prayer to kick in?
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Stuart Brannon: The Final ShotCOMING MARCH 2012: Stuart Brannon: The Final Shotby Stephen Bly (1944-2011)
Finishing Dad's novel was a family affair.
Book blurb: 
It's 1905. Twoorphans flee Oregon's Tillamook Head. One of them is branded a hero. Do theytell what really happened & risk a dangerous man's wrath? Meanwhile,Brannon searches for his missing U.S. Marshal friend & grapples with thegame of golf on behalf of a charity celebrity tournament.

Available in hardback & ebook. 
Paperback edition release August 2012.

GOTTA HIGH-TAIL IT OUTA HERE

Stephen Bly
Copyright©1993,2010


Once when I was in downtown Chicago, I noticed an old boygiving a café cashier a tough time. He refused to pay for his supper. Shoutsand curses flew both directions. Then, a police car pulled up front. The manbolted through a swinging door into the kitchen. When the policeman entered,the cook shouted, "He high-tailed it out the back door!" 

I don't know if they ever caught the man, but I very muchdoubt if any of those Chicagoans, including the citified cook, ever saw athousand pound cow who chews her cud in peace one minute, then shoots her tailin the air and takes off on a dead 30mph run down a canyon or draw. 

High-tailing. . .a good cowboy term that's been loaned outto the world. It means to depart all of a sudden, without ceremony. In the OldWest, if you high-tailed away from a band of bushwhackers or out of a swollenarroyo or flash flood, that's common sense. 

The Bible says certain situations require you to high-tailit outa here. . .when a red flag's raised or when your very up close andpersonal selfish greed's about to get goosed. You can be sure it's a scam of the enemy. 

"Oh, Timothy," St. Paul says, "you are God's man. Run from allthese evil things and work instead at what is right and good, learning to trustHim and love others .... " (I Timothy 6:11 TLB).

Scenes confront you when it's not the moment to dally around, waiting to get roped in or tangledin the brush. Figure out when's the right time to run.
Stephen Bly's Stetson at Winchester Community ChurchHave you ever high-tailed it and saved yourself a whole lot of grief?

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Stuart Brannon: The Final  Shot Coming soon. . . March 2012 IN HARDBACK & EBOOK: StuartBrannon: The Final Shot

PAPERBACK VERSION AVAILABLE: AUGUST 2012

LA BELLE CHRISTIANE, a novel by Lyn Cote

La Belle ChristianeCan thebeautiful daughter of a French courtesan find a love that lasts for a lifetime? In the early1770's, Christiane Pelletier, an extraordinarily beautiful young woman, is nextin a line of courtesans who have been favorites at the French court during thereigns of two monarchs. Yet she longs to be the beloved wife of one man, not alovely piece of human art passed from one noble to another. And the winds ofchange are sweeping Europe. 

After hermother's violent murder, Christiane flees France with her renegade father. Inthe Canadian wilderness, she survives the shock of leaving a life of wealth andprivilege. To escape frontier violence, she moves southward only to becomeinvolved in the burgeoning American Revolution. Daughter of a French courtesanto frontier wife to companion of Lady Washington, Christiane moves into theheart of the American rebel elite. But one man in her life can never beforgotten. Once he was her friend. Now he has become her enemy. Will he becomeher destiny? Only God knows.

First page excerpt

Chapter One
British Canada,July 1774



Tonight, I'll lie beside some stranger ashis wife. Christianeblinked away the bright morning sunlight but could not blink away the dread.Once again she had embarked on another journey that would change her life. Shesat between her Algonquin father Shaw-nee-awk-kee and his son in a birch barkcanoe. To the rhythm of the dipping paddles, they were gliding farther down theOttawa River. In the cramped space, she hugged her knees to herself and pressedher forehead against her tattered skirt.
She glancedsideways into the remorseless current, wishing for time, for control. Butinstead, the river, shimmering with molten sunlight, gave her glimmers of thepast--candlelight on silver, soft lace against skin, frosting on the tip of thetongue. But she'd fled France with her father, here to Canada and then. . . Shethrust all thoughts of the past year aside. She had to face today. Tonight, I'll be some stranger's wife. 
The thought brought fear, a rush of sensation—as ifthe bottom of the canoe, her protection, parted, and she was plunged into thecool water. She fought her way to the surface of this feeling, gasping for air,pushing down panic. She pressed her face harder against her knees. I will not shame myself. Ever.

The Story Behind Lyn Cote Self-PublishingLa Belle Christiane

When I began writingmy first manuscript, I literally ran after my two toddlers with a clipboard inmy hand and wrote whenever they paused! I wrote that story without knowinganything about writing or marketing fiction. In fact, I told myself just towrite the book and then I'd think about polishing and marketing it. The thoughtof that was overwhelming at that time. It took me three years of writing tofinish my first manuscript-1,000 handwritten pages. Whew!

I found out thatwhile it garnered interest from agents and editors, it never found a publisher.I think that's because there are "unwritten" rules for inspirationalfiction and I didn't know them or follow them. I still think it's a good storyand I've revised it and improved it once more. And now it's FINALLY availablein digital and print. I did this because I didn't want it to sit ignored in myfiles forever. So now I'll let the readers decide whether it deserved to bepublished or not. I hope you agree with me and let others know about it.Thanks.-- Lyn


ABOUT AUTHOR LYN COTE 
An award-winningauthor of both contemporary and historical inspirational romance, LYN COTE hasbeen a 2006 RITA finalist as well as a finalist for the HOLT Medallion and theNational Readers Choice Award, and in 2011 a winner of the prestigious AmericanChristian Fiction Writer's CAROL Award. Lyn lives with her husband and fourcats in the northwoods of Wisconsin. http://www.BooksbyLynCote.com
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10 GIVENS OF CHRISTMAS

Stephen BlyCopyright(c)1996

Emmanuel: "God with us"
What does that mean?


It signifies that . . .
 1) God is notagainst you (Romans 8:31 ff).
 2) You are neveralone (Matthew 28:20, Hebrews 13:5).
 3) You'd better toethe line (John 14:20, Ephesians 4:30).   4) You have instant,available help (John 15:16).
 5) You are not theone in charge (Philippians 2:13).
 6) You cannot chasehim away (John 15).
 7) There is someonemore important than you to consider (Luke 22:42).
 8) You are where theaction is (Matthew 1:18-25).
 9) He is closeduring tough times (Acts 7:55).
10) Everything in your life will turn out okay(Revelation 21:4).


What special marvel about the Christmas story do you contemplate this year?

MISTLETOE MAYHEM, Christmas novella by Jill Elizabeth Nelson

  Season of Danger AnthologyMistletoe Mayhem
by Jill Elizabeth Nelson
Novella in Season of Danger anthology
Love Inspired Romantic Suspense




A romance-shy veterinarian and a widowed health inspectorhunt the killer who used mistletoe extract to poison pets and people in aTennessee mountain town.


After being jilted by her fiancé, Kelly Granger buries herbroken heart in her work as a veterinarian in her home town of Abbottsville,Tennessee, located in the Great Smoky Mountains. She and her assistant, TimHallock, battle to save community pets from a violent and mysterious illness.Is this sickness a danger to humans? Her question is answered when state healthinspector Matt Bennett is sent to investigate local eating establishments,including Kelly's sister's restaurant, for the cause of poisoning among thepatrons. Kelly refuses to believe that her sister served toxic mistletoeextract to her customers—yet mounting evidence points in that direction. Kellyputs herself in harm's way, facing down a vicious dog and even more vicious people,to uncover a common denominator between the human and animal illnesses. Matthas his hands full keeping up with her, as well as proving himself worthy ofher trust—and hopefully, her love. Unless she has her heart set on herveterinary assistant, Tim Hallock. The question won't matter if hisinvestigation sends Kelly's sister to jail. She'll never have anything to dowith him then. They need to uncover the truth. But will the answer cost themmore than their romance? Will it cost them their lives? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Jill Elizabeth Nelson www.jillelizabethnelson.com


EXCERPT FROM MISTLETOE MAYHEM:


 CHAPTER ONE




Kelly Granger stared into Nick Milton's bloodshot eyes andsuppressed a shiver. It wouldn't do to betray her fear of him, any more than togive that advantage to a wild animal.


Beefy face taut, Nick leaned toward her over the counter ofthe veterinary clinic's reception area. "If my dog don't perk up and shake offthat drug you pumped into him, I'll come lookin' for you. He's been layin'around all afternoon, worthless as a tick."


The slurred words betrayed the alcohol he pickled himself indaily. How did Chelsea live with this guy?


"Mr. Milton, Brutus's behavior posed a danger to himself,the staff and other animals. In order to give him his check-up andvaccinations, it was necessary to administer a mild sedative first. I assureyou, he will be himself by morning, barring a little stiffness in thevaccination site, which will also disappear."


There, she'd delivered a reasonable explanation, and hervoice didn't even quiver. If she'd discovered any sign of abuse on Nick'sDoberman, she would have turned the dog over to the SPCA to get the animal awayfrom his disgusting owner.


"Highfalutin, la-de-da doctor!" Nick shook a ham-sized fistin her face. "I'm holdin' you to them words."


Kelly gripped the edge of the counter. She would not backaway. This creep might have a reputation for temper, but she was not going to be cowed. This was her clinic, and she'd done nothing wrong. . . except send her assistant, Tim Hallock, home early. Tim might be halfNick's size, but at least he could have called the cops.


Nick turned and stomped out the door, admitting a burst ofchill air, which washed over Kelly. She allowed herself a shiver. Some peopleneeded a muzzle and leash more than their pets. She wouldn't mind calling thepolice to let them know that Nick Milton was driving drunk again, except hewasn't driving.


The Milton's beat-up van sat in a parking spot outside theclinic's picture window. Nick's son, Greg, perched behind the wheel. Kelly'sglance met the teenager's, and kid offered his usual juvenile leer. She marchedto the door and turned the deadbolt as the van chugged out of the parking lot,spewing dark smoke from its tailpipe.


Releasing a breath, she looked out the picture window, whichrevealed a panorama of white-topped mountain ridges looming over the strugglingbusiness district. Even with Christmas nearly upon them, traffic was thin thisearly evening. Vehicle headlights vied with the twinkle of Christmas lightsadorning the facades of buildings. Thankfully, no one seemed headed for theveterinary clinic. She'd dealt with enough excitement for one day.


Brutus had been the easiest patient—a routine well-check.Six other pets, cradled by distraught owners—one of them Kelly's sister—hadbeen presented this afternoon, each animal exhibiting the same awful symptoms.She was keeping most of them overnight on IVs to rehydrate them. Her patientswould live, but more by the grace of God than human skill. She'd never seenanything like it and prayed she never would again.


Had Tim remembered to prepare the biological samples forsubmission to the state lab? They needed to discover what had made the pets soill.


Kelly headed for the pharmacy, loafers squeaking faintly onthe linoleum. Her pharmacy was more like a large closet than a room. Thepackage lay wrapped and labeled on the counter. Kelly smiled. Reliable wasTim's middle name.


A note in his handwriting sat by the box. She picked it upand read, "Courier service unable to make the pick-up until late tomorrow afternoon. One of thehazards of living in a Tennessee mountain town."


Kelly groaned. Compared to the frenzy of her Nashville vetschool experience, she'd loved returning to the gracious pace of life inAbbottsville, nestled in the heart of the Great Smoky Mountains. But aroundhere, tomorrow was soon enough for anything to happen. Might as well get homeand put her feet up.


On the drive to her modest bungalow, her thoughts refused towind down. What if the illness was an epidemic—something bacterial . . . oreven viral? Or maybe it was as simple as a contaminated batch of pet food? Butwhat if this was a contagion that could affect people? What if . . . Whoa, girl! No point in stressing overwhat had hit the pets in Abbottsville until the lab returned results.


Darkness had fully fallen when she turned the final corneronto her street. She accelerated and then eased off the gas pedal. What was upwith this? The automatic timer on her Christmas lights should have had herplace aglow with festive decorations, but the single-story home was dark. Afaulty timer? Better than some expensive electrical issue. It wasn't a poweroutage. The porch light glowed on the two-story house next door, but no holidaydecorations. Probably because her yet-to-be-seen neighbor had moved in onlyyesterday.


Kelly wheeled the Explorer into the driveway, and theheadlights passed over a scene of Christmas decoration carnage strewn acrossher snow-dusted lawn. What in the world? She halted the SUV at an angle andscanned the mess of tinsel, strings of lights, straw from the crèche and hollyand pine garland. Her stomach knotted. Who would do such a thing? Then shespotted the vandal, and her jaw dropped. 


Excerpt. © Jill Elizabeth Nelson, 2011.Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

SILENT NIGHT, DEADLY NIGHT, Christmas novella by Hannah Alexander

[image error] Season of Danger AnthologySilent Night, Deadly Nightnovella by Hannah Alexanderincluded in Season of Danger anthology by Love Inspired Suspense

After the murder of Tess Vance's fiance, Tess leaves hercareer as a musical talent agent and retreats home to her brother's rescuemission for the homeless in Corpus Christi, Texas. She finds solace helpingothers, and peace with ex-cop Sean Torrance, who has also endured great painover the past year. Just as they begin to think life will settle for them, andtheir friendship will deepen into something more lasting, Tess finds herselfthe subject of a stalking, and the stalker hurts her by hurting and killingthose she loves, including the homeless.
All of Sean's protective instincts rise to the top when thewoman he has grown to love finds herself in danger once again. He'll dowhatever it takes to protect her and the others he works with at the mission.As the owner and manager of one of the top radio stations in the region, hefinds a way to stop the attacks, but it will mean betraying her trust. Cantheir relationship withstand the conflict?
Amazon link for the book is: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0373444699/novelistrobinlee

[image error] Hannah Alexander ABOUT HANNAH ALEXANDER: Hannah Alexander is the pen name for the writing collaboration of Cheryland Mel Hodde. They chose the name "Hannah Alexander" to incorporatetheir two names into one. They have read that Hannah means "her hope is inthe Lord," and Alexander means, "servant of mankind." Mel andCheryl live in the Missouri Ozarks, where they like to set the majority oftheir books.
Hannah Alexander website www.hannahalexander.com http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/######

HIS HOLIDAY FAMILY, a Christmas novel by Margaret Daley

His Holiday Family
Blurb for His HolidayFamily by Margaret Daley:When Hurricane Naomi tearsthrough a small Mississippi town, a daring rescue unites two heroes. NurseKathleen Hart is a single mom racked by guilt over her husband's death.Firefighter Gideon O'Brien—orphaned as a young boy—has lost too many people hecared for. To rise above the storm's devastation, Gideon helps Kathleen and hersons rebuild their home. As Christmas approaches, they discover that even thestrongest of storms can't destroy a romance built on the foundation of faith.
AuthorMargaret Daley says: "WhenI decided to write a series about a town that goes through a hurricane, Iwanted to give tribute to all the people who have gone through a disaster andrebuilt their lives. This series was written for the heroes and heroines whohelp others in a time of disaster."
Margaret Daley ABOUT MARGARET DALEY: Margaret Daley is an award winning, multi-published author in the romancegenre. She has sold seventy-five books to date.Until she retired a few years ago, she was a teacher of students withspecial needs for twenty-seven years and volunteered with Special Olympics as acoach. She currently is on the Outreach committee at her church, working onseveral projects in her community as well as serving on her church's vestry.She has been married for over forty years to Mike and has one son and fourgranddaughters. She treasures her time with her family and friends.
  Excerpt from His HolidayFamily:


"My two sons and mycousin—their babysitter—must still be inside. I don't see them outside with theother tenants." Her voice quivered. She tightened her hand on his arm andscanned the crowd. "I'm Kathleen Hart. My sons are Jared and Kip. I triedSally's cell but she didn't answer. Please get them out." A tear slippeddown her cheek.
"Where arethey?" Gideon moved toward his captain, his palm at the small of her back,guiding her in the direction he wanted her to go. Yes, he realized, she was hisneighbor Ruth Coleman's daughter.
"Sally's second-floorapartment is on the east side, the fourth one down on your right. Number 212.Hurry." Her round eyes fastened on the fire consuming the three-storyapartment building on Magnolia Street.
Gideon paused in front ofCaptain Fox. "Mrs. Hart says her sons and babysitter are still inside.Pete and I can go in and get them." He looked toward the west end of thelarge structure where the men of Engine One were fighting the flames eatingtheir way through the top level. "There's still time."
"Okay." Hiscaptain surveyed the east end. "But hurry. It won't be long before thiswhole building goes up."
The scent of smoke hungheavy in the air. The hissing sound of water hitting Magnolia Street Apartmentsvied with the roar of the blaze.
Gideon turned toward themother of the two boys. "We'll find them." He gave her a smile thensearched the firefighters for Pete.
When Gideon found him afew feet away, he covered the distance quickly. "Let's go. There are threepeople trapped on the second floor. East end."
At the main entrance intothe building Gideon fixed his mask in place, glancing back at the blonde womanstanding near his captain. He had seen that same look of fear and worry manytimes over his career as a firefighter. He wouldn't let anything happen to hersons and Sally.
Gideon switched on his voice amplifier andheaded into the furnace with Pete following close behind him. Through the thickcloud suspended from the ceiling in the foyer, the stairs to the second floorloomed. Crouching, he scrambled up the steps. The higher he went, the hotter itbecame.

HIGH-GRADE HONORS

ByStephen BlySome folks think of a gold mine as a deep cave lined withwaves of 24-carat jewels. All they need is a crow bar to pry the treasures intobig chunks. Then take their haul to the jeweler.
Doesn't happen that way.
Fool's GoldMost mines look like big dirt canyons. The gold's so fineit can only be recovered by very pressurized, modern equipment. High prices andadvanced technology combine to dig  outgold in places that in other eras would be considered worthless.
However,on occasion gold does litter some mine shafts.
Everyso often a miner blasts into the center of a room-sized geode and he's able tosack up almost pure gold by the shovels-full. Real high-grade stuff like thatis rare to find. And near impossible to prevent theft. Valuable ore in chunksmay line coat pockets and lunch pails. In fact, the term 'high-grade' evolvedbecause of the rampant stealing of small particles of good ore by mine workers.
Notmany of us work gold mines today. And everyone's different in the temptationsthat harass him or her. But we all find ourselves in places where we haveaccess to someone else's goods. Whenever valuables of any sort are taken froman original owner for another's own personal use, that's high-grading. 

Didyou used to make ends meet by stealing? Well,no more! Get an honest job sothat you can help others who can't work. Ephesians4:28 MSG
Inour sloppy ethics society, refusal to steal means a moral upgrade, a God honoringpursuit.
Copyright©1993,2010 
Stephen Bly
~~~~~~~~~~~~Have you ever gone searching for gold? Any luck?~~~~~~~~~~
COMING MARCH 2012: Stuart Brannon's Final ShotIt's 1905. A lawman comes out of retirement to search for a missing U.S. Marshal friend and grapples with the game of golf on behalf of a celebrity tournament. 

CREATIVE PLAY FOR ADULTS

Jan & Janetby Janet Chester BlyCopyright 2008
A counselor once told a friend of mine, "You've never reallyhad a childhood. You need to play more."
So the two of us pulled off our shoes and tiptoed barefootin a park fountain. We did an overnighter in sleeping bags on an outdoor deck.We painted pictures with our fingers.We caught butterflies in a jar. We threw popcorn at critters. Then, for a finale, we rolled down a gentle hill in my frontyard.A neighbor asked us what was going on. When we explained, shesaid, "I've got a friend who needs that too. I think I'll go help her."
When is the last time you've done something playful?
It doesn't take much time or expense to dance in a meadow.To walk in dawn's light. Or make forms in mud or sand.
Plant a flower or herb garden in a window sill.Get out the old instrument you used to play.Watch the different ways flocks of birds fly.Create a new recipe from ingredients in your cupboard.Look out your window long enough to see something new. Find humor in your mistakes and stresses.Get close to a funny person.
"A cheerful heart does good like medicine" Proverbs 17:22TLB
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What sorts of activities do you enjoy that could beconsidered 'playtime?'~~~~~~~~~~~
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