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Jesus Is Enough

I'm currently training for my second marathon.  Did you think I'd quit after the last one? Not a chance.   Anyway, today was long run day.  It is customary for me pray during my long runs.  It's my quiet time, the time in my day that there is nothing else that needs my attention.  My feet know what to do, my brain is just along for the ride.  Being a woman, I must multitask. Don't get me wrong, I don't pray out of boredom or just to have something to do.  It is a deliberate, focused time of communion between me and God.  

My prayers usually start with my family, then my church family, issues I have, and then I open it up to whatever comes to mind.  

Today, I near the end of my prayer, I was thinking about a conversation my husband had recently.  The topic was whether or not the common person could understand the Bible.  Now, I'm no Bible scholar. I haven't been to seminary. However, I have read the Bible cover to cover, several times. I'm not bragging, just stating a fact.  

This much I know. 
God Is:  Exodus 3:14 God said to Moses, "I am who I am."
God created the world: Genesis 1:1  In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
God created us, people:  Genesis 1:26 Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”
Jesus is the son of God, is God, was with God in the beginning:  Genesis 1:26... Let us...our...
Jesus came to the earth freely, died for us willingly as a sacrifice once and for all to wash away my sins, was raised on the third day, and wants a relationship with me. See Matthew, Mark, Luke, John. 

I know Jesus loves me. I know I do not need a self-help book, prophetic sermons, prophetic books, or any person to tell me how I should live my life.  

I know I don't fear death.

I know there are things in the Bible that are not 100% clear at first read.  Several books are poetry.  I've never liked poetry. Revelation is a difficult book to understand.  That's okay.  It was written for specific people for a specific time.  I know enough to build my faith, put it in God's hand, and turn my life over to him.

I know enough to give my life to God so that I may enter the gates of Heaven and be welcomed by Jesus.

I know I don't need to argue politics, semantics, exegesis, prophesy, or the second coming with anyone. I know that I do not need to know everything the Bible says in order to go to heaven. I know God wants my heart. I know my faith is just that, faith. 

 Why?  Because Jesus is enough.

Romans 1:20  For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.

Global Ebook Awards

My very first book contest and I win honorable mention.  Fourth place, and I'm thrilled.  Time to write. I'll be spending the day placing this sticker on my book cover.  All thanks and Glory to God!

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Remnant

Several years ago, after completing and publishing my book "Sanctuary" I began its sister story, "Remnant".  On a note pad I outlined the entire book, set it down then all but forgot about it.  I was cleaning out a filing cabinet a few weeks ago and found the note pad.  After reading it, I decided I should probably finish what I started.  So, for motivation, I'm stating publicly that I WILL finish this book.  Not sure why it's been so hard to write. Maybe it's become boring to me.  Maybe it's because this set of characters aren't the type I usually write about. In any event I have begun to write and below is the first few hundred words (I haven't divided it into chapters yet).  Let me know what you think.  Is it worth it to keep going? The book takes place in the same time frame as Sanctuary.  However, the characters, although not exactly opposite, are morally different from their Sanctuary counterparts.

"Remnant" Chapter 1

Darkness immersed itself in every corner of the room.   Light had not been present since the last battery, drained of life, left the remaining light bulb to slowly flicker and fade away causing the room  to be void of all illumination.  The quarters had been well stocked as it had been prepared for many people to stay for as long as necessary for it to be over and safe once again to be in the world.  Unfortunately, the room's sole inhabitant had not rationed the supplies as intended at the beginning of the confinement. That is not to say that supplies had been misused. The occupant had attended many meetings on the care and intention of each item which had been carefully selected and stockpiled. However, being only 15 years old, she didn’t pay as close attention as the older people. She didn’t think she needed to because her family would be there to take care of her.  Only recently, when there were but a few batteries left, that inventory of the room had been made and rationing had begun.  There had been no exit plan, that she knew of.  The length of stay was unknown to her.  Shortly after the inventory, it had been decided by a unanimous vote of 1 to 0 that an exit would be made when there was but a month's worth of food and water remaining. Fear had extended that date by 2 days."It's now or never," grumbled Samantha as she rolled off the mattress and stood, stretching wearily.  "I hate this place, don't know why I stayed this long.  This is worse than jail.  I hate the dark." Samantha groped around in the blackness until she found her clothes, dressed, shivered in the cold, then sat back down on her bed and tried to remember where the exit was. She also tried to remember what the room looked like when she first entered, alone. Cold. She remembered it was cold and sterile, like a warehouse with beds. Running her fingers through her dirty, unkempt hair, Samantha wondered exactly how long she had been there. No one had thought about putting a clock in the room. “I wouldn’t have used it anyway,” she mumbled to herself. “I wonder how fast hair grows?” she said out loud as she mentally measured her long, stringy hair which once brushed her shoulders and now fell well past her elbow."Go, mom said.  Go to the bunker and the rest of us will catch up to you.  I went.  I left the house, the town, climbed the path up the mountainside to the cave entrance." Samantha said to no one, remembering the sun shining through the forest, lighting her way, contradicting the smell and sounds of destruction that pushed her forward into the cave. She never understood why she was sent alone in such a hurry, why absolutely no one came with her.  "I entered the cave, far in the back was a thick metal door....oh, yeah, it's this way."  Samantha turned left, hands stretched out in front of her, stumbling through the blackness towards the front of the room. She had not ventured to the front of the room, to the door, since the lights had gone out.  "Oh, crap," she mumbled as she stubbed her toe on something in the dark.  Reaching down to feel the culprit, she groaned, "Oh the dead battery box."  She had meant to put those away, but never did.  Pausing, she regained her bearings and started walking again until she once again tripped on something. "Crap!! What the hell?  Oh, stairs."  Samantha's hands reached down and felt the stairwell.  Stairs straight ahead, bunker wall to the left, another wall further to the right.  Hand rail for the stairs on the right.  With her right hand she grasped the railing and with her left she leaned forward and felt the stairs, occasionally picking up and tossing trash or clothing out of the way. Samantha noticed a slight temperature change as she neared the top of the very tall metal staircase, slightly warmer but not exactly warm.  The cave was deep in the mountain and her room had remained cold throughout her stay.  Here, at the entrance, the temperature rose but only by 3 or 4 degrees.  She wondered what the weather would be like outside.  Summer? Winter?  Would she open the door to a blizzard?  Would it be warm enough for shorts or would she need a coat?  As she pondered these things another thought, an unpleasant thought, entered her mind. Would there be anyone on the other side of the door?  Would it be safe to leave? Should she risk certain death by leaving or stay and slowly starve to death? "NO!! I will not stay in this hell hole another minute!!  If I get killed then at least I'll be out of my misery once and for all."Cold, trembling hands felt the walls until they found the steel door.  Slowly, they patted the door, feeling and listening for any movements on the other side and struggling to find the way out.  "Come on, damn it, where is the latch?"  Samantha's left hand bumped into something, "Ow." It was the round wheel that turned the locking mechanism.  She felt it and all around it, pausing at the door frame where it met the wall, feeling and listening.  When she was satisfied that it was safe, she slowly turned the wheel and turned and turned.  The latch was deep inside the mountain and worked like a corkscrew. The door itself was a 2-foot thick slab of “invasion-proof” metal as her father had explained.  After several dozen turns, the lock clicked loudly.  Samantha froze, trembling on the inside, wondering if anyone else had heard it.  Her heart was pounding, knees shaking, but she dared not let go of the wheel. She thought that if anyone heard it and tried to come in, they'd simply push her with the door and she could hide behind it. As her heartbeat slowed, and her legs regained their confidence, Samantha took a deep breath and pulled gently on the door.  It didn't budge.  "Crap. Damn, double crap!" she screamed, then caught herself, forcing her hand to her mouth, just in case.  Standing there, hand over mouth, her eyes looked, searching, ears listening for anything.  Silence, dead eerie silence.  "Whew."   Mustering up all the determination she could, Samantha braced her left foot high against the mountain wall, gripped the wheel with both hands and tried once again to open the door.  She pushed and pulled with all her might, screamed at the door, cursed the mountain, until finally, just as she was about to give up, it moved. A couple of inches.  That's all, a couple of inches towards the inside of the bunker.  But, it was enough to let in the brightest, most blinding light ever seen.  So bright, Samantha dropped to the floor and covered her eyes with her sweatshirt.  The pain of the light was so unbearable she instinctively reached out to shut the door, but her hand retreated at the last moment.  Instead, with her eyes covered, Samantha ran, slipped, and slid down the stairs to the furthest, darkest corner of the room.  Tears streamed down her face as she cowered in the corner, alone, afraid, with horrific searing pain in her head.  At this moment, she welcomed an enemy invasion.  Nothing could be any worse than how she felt right there, sitting in a corner of a bleak bunker, deep in a mountain, where she had been for at least a year, if not many more.“Mommy,” Samantha whimpered softly.  “I need you, Mommy.”Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, the pain began to subside.  As she awaited relief, the bunker's sole occupant listened.  Her ears, which had become her eyes long ago, struggled to hear for any signs or sounds of movement, signs of life outside the bunker.  After hearing nothing, she began to wonder why.  Surely the wind still blows?  As a child, high in the mountains on a warm summer's day, sounds of life in the valley below could be heard - car horns, sirens, dogs barking, children playing, the wind blowing through the trees, and occasionally the roar of a bear. The sound of nothingness was frightening when she expected some sort of sound. She had become used to the silence with the door closed.  Solitude had been her existence in the bunker, would it be the same outside the bunker? Inside, she knew where everything was, what it looked like, felt like and what it sounded like. She was comfortable with the familiar.  Outside, the silence was unfamiliar, incomprehensible.  Would it be that way much longer?Samantha closed her eyes. Fear was exhausting. Opening the door had sapped her of her strength and now that emerging from her self-titled jail was a reality, she was too tired and too afraid to move from her hiding place in the corner of the room.  "Maybe I'll leave tomorrow.  What's the rush if there is nothing out there?  I'm doomed to die alone anyway so what difference does it make if I die here or out there?" she thought, holding her knees tightly to her chest.  "But, but maybe my family... maybe I didn't close the door too soon.  Maybe they went somewhere else and they have just been waiting for me to come out."  With tears welling up, Samantha remembered feeling the mountain shaking not too long after locking herself in.  She had waited for her family to come. She waited at the cave entrance. They didn’t come. Then she waited at the door to the bunker. They didn’t come. However, she remembered there was that moment that she knew that if she didn't shut the door now, right now, that well, she just knew it was time.  The mountain shook. The mountain rumbled.  The mountain groaned.  Not just once but many times over for many days and nights until she completely lost track of time. Never once did she hear anyone knocking to be let in even though she had gone to the door frequently to listen.  Eventually, after what seemed like months, the mountain stopped shaking. Then there was the silence.

Lessons Learned from Summer Camp has been re-written

Below is an except, a brand new scene from the fully revised version of "Lessons"...


“Oftentimes, whenever I was really angry about something I would clean house. Take all that negative energy and put it to good use.  The taxes were done on a Friday. Saturday morning I start cleaning. By mid afternoon, the kids were playing outside and Dean was sound asleep on the couch in front of the TV.  As I am putting things away and cleaning out an under-the-bed storage drawer I see something that should not be there.  I very gingerly grab it by the handle with two fingers and stand up.  My jaw dropped as I stared at a handgun.”
“Oh, no!” cried several of the girls.
“I’m in complete shock.  I had no idea it had been there.”
“What’re you doing?” asked a voice inches from my back.
“Dean scared the life out of me.  I had no idea how long I had been standing there staring at the gun or how long he had been standing behind me.  I jumped at the sound of his voice.  The gun slipped out of my fingers and hit the tile floor.  The sound was ear-shattering as the gun fired, the window shattered, and the kids screamed as they ran into the house.”
I paused as the room went dead silent. My heart began beating hard in my chest as I remembered that moment.  “As soon as I heard the kids slam the back door, I turned around, shoved Dean out of my way and ran to my children.”
“Did the cops come?” asked Keri.
“No,” I said.  “We lived in a very rural area.  Lot of trees, neighbors far apart. I don’t know if anyone heard anything.  When I got to the kids they were frightened, but unharmed.  The bullet had hit a tree near where they were playing.  I sent them to their rooms then went back to where Dean was, still standing in our bedroom.”
“A gun in the house?!” I screamed.  “Are you insane!  A loaded gun?  Right where the kids could get it, too.  They were in here playing hide and seek just days ago. What? Why?  You do know it is a felony for you to even own a gun much less have a loaded one in the house!  Get that thing and get it out of this house. Immediately!!  Do not even think about returning until you have disposed of it and bring me proof that it is gone.  And believe me, I will be searching your truck to make sure you didn’t just hide it!” I was absolutely livid and he just stood there like it was no big deal.
“It’s your fault it went off,” he said, trying to blame me.
“Get out!!” I screamed at him. “There had better not be anymore anywhere on this property or believe me, I will call the cops!”
“You wouldn’t dare call the cops. It was an accident. We don’t need to call the police!”
“I’m sure I said much more and much worse.  I hate guns, always have.  The fact that he was hiding a loaded gun after being convicted of a gun charge was more than I could handle. He took the gun, left, and didn’t return until after I was asleep that night.
“We went to church as usual the following Sunday. I sent the kids and Dean to Sunday School class and I made a bee line for the bathroom.  When I left the bathroom and didn’t see Dean, I found an elder and poured out my soul to him.  I told him that I felt like I had done everything I possibly could to make my marriage work. I told him because of what Dean did in front of the children it was no longer healthy for him to be in our home, not healthy for me either.  I told the elder I would be asking Dean to move out, immediately, that day.  He was very understanding and said he and the other elders would support me and my decision.  He thought it would be a good idea to tell Dean there at the church.  After church, the elders and I met with Dean.  I told him he would have to move out as soon as we got home. I didn’t say so at the time, but I knew divorce would be the end result. Needless to say, he was shocked.   Out in the parking lot, he let me have it.  I don’t remember everything he said, but a few things I will never forget.”
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(The print version  has not been revised.)

Book Review of "Black Purple Sky"

Today,  my book "Black Purple Sky" was given a great review.  Read it here:  Book review by Jodi.



The review can also be found here on Amazon where the book can be purchased in paperback or Kindle. 

My first Bible

I am a little girl's first Bible.  I was purchased by her grandmother in Jerusalem
and was given as a Christmas present when she was 12 years old.

My inscription reads: "Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.
Matthew 5:8
Dear Colleen; May these words live in your heart always.
Love, Grandma and Grandpa Weishampel Some of her favorite scriptures were written here.   She loved me once. For a time I was read quite often.  Then, very sadly, she put me in a box where I stayed for
many years. My words were not wanted. Then, one glorious day the box was opened and
my words once again filled her heart.  Now, she cherishes my words and reads them every day.
She wishes she had taken better care of me for I am worn and stained. My back cover is missing.
 I'm not worried though because I know my words
are in her heart, never to be buried in a box again.

Book Blog Featured Book.

My book, "Sanctuary" is today's book feature on Wonderblog.  Check it out here.

"Sanctuary", a book excerpt

Book sample from "Sanctuary":

"Where to now, Ruth?" Noah asked as he took her by the hand and began to lead her to the truck.

"Hold on," interrupted Adam. Claire had sensed that something was troubling him. "I don't get it. What's thepoint of calling ourselves anything at all? I mean, in two days Jonah found Ruth, Noah and I found them, and now we've found Claire. I don't think things are as bad as you think they are. I think only the south east US was wiped out and the rest of the world is still out there. You guys are getting way ahead of yourselves."

Noah shook his head, "Adam," he said softly, "Remember."

"Remember what?"

"Yesterday, the day before that, and...."

Jonah cut in, "Look in the sky Adam. What do you see?"

Adam looked up, looked all around, trying to figure out the riddle, "Clouds, sun."

"What else do you see?" asked Noah. "More importantly what don't you see? What's missing? What haven't we seen in days?"

"Sky lines," Adam sighed.

"No airplanes," whispered Ruth.

"That's right," answered Noah. "And remember the radio?" Noah nudged Adam to the army vehicle and opened the doors on the drivers side. Claire gazed at amazement at all the equipment and dials and stuff she couldn't name on the dashboard. "What is all that for?" he asked, pointing at various equipment.

"Don't know," mumbled Adam.

"You do know, man," blurted Jonah, "you know they work, there's just nobody on the other end. No electricity either.

Noah explained to Claire, "When we found this thing, first thing we did was try out all the equipment, see what worked, what didn't. It has computer, GPS, satellite, you name it, oh even an old fashioned HAM radio. Everything works fine, Adam is a techie, he knows all this stuff. Anyway we didn't so much as get static on any of the channels. Adam," Noah turned towards him and laid a hand gently on his shoulder, "There might be a few others out there, might be, but life as we knew it was over a long time ago. We band together and call ourselves a tribe because it gives us hope. It gives us a purpose. We can't randomly wander in search of civilization because, like or not, we're it."

Adam slowly leaned his head onto Noah's shoulder and heaved a long sigh and let loose a stream of tears he had probably been holding in for a very long time. Claire, who had such compassion for him began to cry, then Ruth, and then finally followed by Jonah who tried to hide his tears by stepping toward Adam giving him a bear hug.

A couple minutes later, Jonah broke the silence, "Okay, so we're officially a family, or tribe, or whatever. Are we going to sit here all day or what? Time's a-wastin' and I'm hungry."



Sanctuary, on sale now at Smashwords.com

Freedom Race, an excerpt

  "You beast! How dare you invade our planet and tear our lives apart, and then call us uncivilized!?" Francene screamed just to keep warm.  She knew nothing she said would change his mind.  Her strength was quickly fading.  Becoming angry gave her a short rush of adrenalin.
 
  Fromar scooped up a handful of rocks and began throwing them at Francene, then Nina and Patty.  Oh, god, they thought, as the rocks pelted their bodies, we're going to be stoned to death, just like they did in the Bible.  Francene remembered the story her grandmother told her about the adulterous woman facing stoning and how Jesus saved her and about Stephen being stoned to death.
 
  The people in the complex had begun to come back outside when they saw the Prinatorian leader return.  They felt helpless, afraid to do anything to help.  The aliens were shocked, confused, why is our leader doing this?  This is not right. Has he gone mad?  If I try to stop him, what will he do to me? What will the others do to me?  Fromar saw the people and ordered them and his guards to throw rocks, but they just stood there, including the aliens, and stared, dumbfounded.  This made him angrier so he threw harder, hitting the three prisoners with sharp accuracy.  The blood from the prisoners wounds stained the freshly fallen snow, slowly draining them of their life.

Freedom Race, an independently published novel.

Book covers

I have decided to change two of my book covers.  What do you think I should do to make them better?