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March 21, 2021
Rejoice in Every Good Thing
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
When I lived in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, spring was obvious. Riotous, even, with flowers splashed on the hillsides and new-green grass everywhere. Some of my family still live there, and when they post photos on social media, I can almost smell new life.
Here in Colorado, birdsong alerts me to the season. Visually, it’s still wintery. Nothing is sprouting in my yard, the grass is brown, tree branches are bare, and some days are downright cold.
But not for long.
Spring will arrive. It can’t help itself.
As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat, summer and winter,
day and night will never cease”
Genesis 8:22
Sometimes, the waiting is hard. But if spring is about anything, it’s about hope. And this hope “will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love” (Romans 5:5).
Whenever spring arrives at your home, offer the Lord a blossoming heart full of thankfulness for the good things he has given us.
So you shall rejoice in every good thing
which the Lord your God
has given to you and your house …
Deut. 26:11
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No wonder Ella wanted pictures. Cale couldn’t imagine living anywhere else but the Rafter-H, especially in a city like Chicago. “I can show you some pretty places if you’ll ride with me.”
Her skin paled and she tucked her elbows close to her body.
Fear. His gut tightened and he felt again her frailty against his chest that morning in town. Her hammering heart and shallow breaths. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Her lips parted but no sound came out. Just a glance of her dark, wary eyes before she whispered, “I can’t ride.”
Same answer as last night. The ground thinned out beneath him like early spring ice, but he pressed on. “Can’t or won’t?”
A muscle in her jaw tensed.
Coax her, don’t run her off again. “Or we could walk out in the pasture a ways, see where the riders came down from the draw yesterday.”
She turned away from him, smoothed her hand over the mare’s back and rump, and reached for the tail. Every move confirmed familiarity. So what kept her ground-tied? ~A Change of Scenery
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March 14, 2021
My Soul Waits … but not for Daylight Saving Time
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Daylight Saving Time started today. At 2 a.m., to be exact. Were you awake?
Me neither.
I remember once asking my mother about Daylight Wasting Time. Of course she thought it was cute. But my elementary-school brain figured the opposite of saving had to be wasting. Kind of like the opposite of day or night, up and down, in and out, and so on.
Personally, I don’t like the time change from saving to wasting or whatever you call it and back again. Ranchers and farmers don’t need it. The deer in my yard don’t need it. My sleep schedule doesn’t need it.
I want to stand on top of something tall and yell, “Leave us alone! Stop trying to regulate our lives!”
Trains had a whole lot to do with regulation. For some reason, people in the 1800s wanted to know when their train would depart and arrive, so the railroads had to synchronize watches, clocks, and schedules.
I get it.
What I don’t get is Wikipedia’s explanation of the 1918-instituted Daylight Saving Time:
Daylight saving time in the United States is the practice of setting the clock forward by one hour when there is longer daylight during day …
Wait, what? When there is longer daylight during day? When else would there be daylight? That doesn’t even make sense.
Most of us have heard the wisdom of the Indian/Native American/Indigenous fellow credited with saying,
“Only the government would believe
that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket,
sew it to the bottom, and have a longer blanket.”
I’m with him.
So I’m tugging my blanket up around my shoulders and staying put until I see the sky blush through my window. That’s when I’ll rise to greet the day.
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I wait for the Lord, my soul waits; and in His word do I hope.
My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning…
Psalm 130:5, 6
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“Sleep well?” Helen said without turning. Either she had the hearing of an owl or Ella possessed the grace of an elephant. No doubt the latter.
“Yes, thank you.” Only a partial fib. The hours Ella did sleep had refreshed her enough to lie awake this morning waiting for daylight to reveal what scurrying creatures she’d shared the room with. Dousing a longing for strong Irish tea, she took a mug from the cupboard and filled it with rich, unburnt coffee. The aroma soothed her before the brew reached her lips. ~A Change of Scenery
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March 7, 2021
You Are My Refuge
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Reading one morning from a different version of the Bible, I was caught by new wording of a familiar verse:
You are my refuge and my shield.
Your word is my source of hope.
Psalm 119:114
In my childhood, I had learned the first line as, “You are my hiding place.” Those words were put to music years ago, and Corrie ten Boom’s riveting book from 1971 about faith and forgiveness bears the title, The Hiding Place.
However, the new phrasing sent the meaning deeper into my understanding.
“My refuge and my shield” stirred visions of people over the last twelve months taking refuge in their homes. I thought of the cloth masks worn as shields by thousands, not worn by other thousands.
When we get right down to the bottom layer of life, nothing and no one safeguards us like our Lord. He is our hiding place of refuge. He is our safe place of security and the One who shields us from the viruses of fear, distress, and worry.
And His word, indeed, is our source of hope.
Peace is my most precious commodity, and society doesn’t provide it. I may take precautions against temporary threats, but what of an eternity of days?
The Lord is a refuge to which I can run. His words calm me and offer comfort. Like a child hiding in a tree fort, I feel safe and concealed in Him. Yet unlike the tree fort, He withstands stormy winds and brutal invasions. No one can sneak up on Him. No one catches Him by surprise.
If you are looking for peace these days, give God a try. He is a refuge and shield.
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The cotton rope fell from Ella’s hand and she backed away, heart pounding. How had this cowboy stirred such fantasy? Made her long to ride again. To lift her face to the wind and fly on the back of a trustworthy mount.
Tears pricked like nettle and she turned toward the fence. Her soul ached as much as her leg, and the struggle to hide both wounds was nearly more than she could manage. She was trapped, surrounded by the beauty of this vast land of forest and ridge and unearthly blue sky—imprisoned by her failure to cope with her loss.
“Nice work.” The snap clicked and Cale came up beside her, coiling the lead as the mare’s hooves beat a muffled retreat. “What other secrets are you hiding beneath that shiny bobbed hair?” ~A Change of Scenery
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February 28, 2021
Stay On the Path
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Look straight ahead,
and fix your eyes
on what lies before you.
Mark out a straight path
for your feet;
stay on the safe path.
Don’t get sidetracked.
Prov. 4:25-27
Stay on the path. A simple directive. As simple as the one about not eating a certain tree’s fruit in a certain garden.
This passage from the fourth chapter of Proverbs marked the first page of my journal for 2020. I was quite proud of myself for choosing such a beacon for the year ahead.
However, in one important area of my life, I did not heed its warning.
I got off the path and it didn’t go well. Turning around and getting back on track saved me.
In the 1952 Christian classic, Mere Christianity, C.S. Lewis says of progress, “If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man.”
Turning around and starting over is humbling. It is also wise.
In these first few weeks of 2021, I’ve suffered less important, yet similar, miscalculations. Romans 7:15 reminds me that the things I want to do I don’t, and the things I don’t want to do, I do! There’s a little bit of Fuzzy-Wuzzy-was-a-bear going on in this verse, but I’ve come to understand those words more than ever before.
I think I can boil them down to: “I knew better.”
Getting back on the right path involves accepting the grace offered. It involves learning from mistakes in hopes of not repeating them. It involves paying attention and listening.
God is never in a hurry. That’s a big clue to who’s behind the voice I hear pestering me to do certain things.
“Fix your eyes …. Don’t get sidetracked.”
The safe path might not be easy, but God never promised it would be. He just promised He’d be with us.
“I will never fail you. I will never abandon you.”
Hebrews 13:5
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Still Cale did not understand. Confusion clouded his eyes as they darted across Ella’s face, frantically searching.
“I have to go back and make amends with my father,” she said. “If I don’t, he will die a ravaged and lonely man, in spite of his wealth and so-called friends. I have to make him see that he must let go of the pain and loss if he wants to live again.”
“But what if he won’t?” ~A Change of Scenery
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February 21, 2021
The Faithful Witness
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
It’s amazing what one may chance to see
when taking a puppy out to pee.
Now you know why I’m not a poet.
Poetry aside, life rhythms have changed for me over the last few wintry weeks.
One late night as I stood bundled up and shivering in the backyard, I watched my new canine companion with an impatient eye, willing him to take care of business so we could go back inside to the warm woodstove.
Intent on an objective I dearly hoped was also his, I focused on the snowy ground where we stood.
And then I looked up.
Moonrise took my breath in a gasp.
I almost missed it. In my urgency and impatience I almost missed the quiet splendor of the moon rising beyond the trees, a silent observer of our night-time trek.
Psalm 89:37 calls the moon God’s faithful witness. The psalmist speaks of the unending lineage of King David when he says, “Like the moon it shall be established forever, a faithful witness in the skies.”
I see a double-edged meaning in the phrase. Is it a faithful witness who testifies truthfully or one who observes an event? I believe either interpretation is fitting.
I wish I were more observant. When I’m focused on something, I often miss the beauty around me, not only physically, but spiritually as well.
If I’m focused on bad news, I miss the promise of God’s comfort. If I’m focused on what I want that hasn’t happened yet, I miss the peace of His presence.
But if I can look up more often, rather than down, I may be surprised at how He lifts my heart with unexpected beauty.
Even when taking a pup out to pee.
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The moon lit the yard like near day, exposing Cale’s hidden longings. Hard to admit he wanted his own close table-talks with a woman, one who’d spread a smile in his heart and a quilt on his bed. But a fella didn’t always get what he wanted—or keep it—and he was old enough to know the truth in that. ~A Change of Scenery
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February 14, 2021
Greater Love and a Giveaway!
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,” wrote Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
For simplicity’s sake, let’s merely count the kinds of love.
Romantic love.
Empathetic love.
Brotherly love.
Unconditional love.
Unfailing love.
Mature love.
Sacrificial love.
Endless love – as is the list! We could go on and on.
But let’s not forget puppy love. Though it’s become a metaphorical phrase describing early platonic love, I’ve been experiencing the real thing since a now-12-week-old heeler/border collie mix moved in. I call him Keeper and he definitely keeps me busy.
As a romance writer, I obviously write about romantic love, but others from the list filter into my stories as well because in inspirational fiction, characters find their footing in God’s agape love.
I call that Greater Love – the kind Jesus referred to when he said, “Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:13 BSB). That’s what Jesus did for us.
With Valentine’s Day filling the weekend with hearts, candy, cards, and flowers, it’s not too late to do something a little different and show love with a kind deed or word to those around you. Can you count the ways?
Liberating love is how I hint at what lies in store for the readers of my recent release, A Change of Scenery. And in celebration, I’m giving away a signed *print copy to one randomly selected commenter responding below on this blog to the question listed here. A winner will be chosen Feb. 20, 2021.
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QUESTION: Can you briefly share a kind deed or word that you received unexpectedly from someone or witnessed someone else receiving? Leave your answer in the comments below.
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Ella’s breath caught in her throat, too late to hide. Too late to act as if she hadn’t heard his declaration. Her heart fractured, something she’d wanted to never happen again.
She had lost Charles. Now she would lose the only other man who had believed in her, who loved what she loved. Who apparently loved her in spite of her imperfections. She’d seen the truth of his words in his eyes today, felt it in his embrace. But she refused to come between him and his brother who clearly opposed her. She was city gal and nothing more to him. ~A Change of Scenery
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February 7, 2021
As Surely As the Arrival of Dawn
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Dawn may be my favorite time of day. It appears full of promise and new possibilities.
Most of my stories present at least one sunrise that catches my characters’ attention and provides a moment of reflection and gratitude.
I also find dawn mentioned during significant biblical events as well, such as the Hebrew’s escape through the Red Sea as recorded in Exodus 14:27, and the arrival of Mary Magdalene and other women at the tomb where Jesus’ body had been laid (Mark 16:2-4).
The Old Testament prophet Hosea compares dawn to the faithfulness of God, but it is an assurance that follows on the heels of stern rebuke and warning.
“My people perish for lack of ___,” Hosea tells his backsliding countrymen.
Do you know what goes in the blank? It’s not faith, as so many think. It’s not hope.
It’s knowledge.
“My people perish for lack of knowledge,” Hosea says to those who turned their back on God (Hosea 4:6).
Scattered through Hosea’s dire warnings of what was to come – and it did – are glimpses of encouragement for those who were paying attention.
“Oh, that we might know the Lord! Let us press on to know Him,” Hosea says. “He will respond to us as surely as the arrival of dawn” (Hosea 6:3).
What a stunning picture of God’s faithfulness. Hosea continues by reminding the people that their busy-ness is not what God wants, He wants relationship:
“I want you to show love (mercy), not offer sacrifices. I want you to know me more than I want burnt offerings (Hosea 6:6).
Last week we talked about how intimately God knows us. This week, let’s evaluate how well we know Him.
In the next few days, pick a morning and rise early enough to see the dawn. Then take a moment to consider God’s desire for relationship with us. What can we do to get to know Him better?
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Aching and tight, she watched the east window of her room until the black square dimmed to gray. Against the will of every muscle in her weary body, she pulled the coverlet around her shoulders and made her way to the window. Buildings blocked the sunrise but for a line of blood-red across the open roadway, seeping beneath low clouds. Time slowed, and crimson crept into the cloudbank, firing it from within.
Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice. The phrase always came to mind at a glorious sunrise or sunset. And she’d always marveled that such a phrase was found in the poetry of the Psalms. Who but one who had seen the splendor could write such things?
Her chest released its frantic grip, her fingers their stingy hold of the coverlet. A new day rose before her. Never before used and carrying promise. ~A Change of Scenery
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January 31, 2021
God Knows Us
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
“I talk about these made-up people as if they were real,” I told a friend as we discussed the characters in one of my books. “I know them better than I do most real people.”
“That’s because you know their hearts,” she said. “You created them. That’s how God knows us.”
I’d never thought about it quite like that before, but she was right. That’s how I know Ella Canaday and Cale Hutton – I would recognize them on the street. Ella has a deep heart-wound that overshadows her physical disability. Cale works hard to hide his loneliness. I know they could help each other if they could just get past all the pretense, misconceptions, and self-erected barriers.
But obstacles create growth—if one doesn’t opt for quitting first.
Isn’t that the way it is in “real life?” We run up against conflict and insurmountable odds all the time. We either back down or press on. And that choice makes a difference in who we become.
God knows our odds and obstacles. He knows us more intimately than we could ever imagine. He knows what makes us tick. What makes us laugh, growl, cry – and why. Yet He loves us beyond our highest, most desperate dreams and hopes.
That’s incredible love.
On Thursday, Ella Canaday and Cale Hutton meet the public in A Change of Scenery, Book 4 of the Cañon City Chronicles.
This book churned in my heart and mind for three years, and it carries me back to the early 1900s in Cañon City when pictures and horseless carriages were moving in ways unheard of in the previous century.
I hope you enjoy the story. And I hope even more that in the hearts of these made-up people you see a reflection of the way God works in the real hearts of the people He created and loves.
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Consider it a sheer gift, friends,
when tests and challenges come at you from all sides.
You know that under pressure,
your faith-life is forced into the open
and shows its true colors.
So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely.
Let it do its work
so you become mature and well-developed,
not deficient in any way.
(James 1:2-4 MSG)
Obstacles create growth.
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Ella Canaday wanted a change of scenery. She hadn’t planned on a change of heart.
“You can’t undo the past, girl, so there’s no use wastin’ away for it. It’ll cripple you for sure if you spend your heart wishin’ for what you can’t have. Best leave it in the Lord’s hands. They mighty big.” ~A Change of Scenery
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January 24, 2021
Of Rocks and Words and Sticks and Stones
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
The earth was eating my driveway.
Where had all the gravel gone? (Sounds like a Pete Seeger song.)
My remedy: order more.
But that’s not how it works. I couldn’t just call the rock shop and ask them to deliver plain gravel – even though I had a gravel driveway. I had to go down there and look at piles of different colored rock in different sizes and choose exactly what I wanted.
It was like viewing the Grand Canyon at sunset all chopped up into little pieces.
Soon after, a big truck arrived at my home. Hydraulic arms extended, tipping the dump box up on one end, spilling a load of ¾-inch rose aggregate in a long pile.
It took a lot of those little pieces to cover my muddy driveway. Fifteen tons, to be exact.
One little rock. Then another. Then a flood.
A ¾-inch piece of pinkish rock doesn’t weigh much. Dig into a pile of them with a rake, and they weigh a lot.
Like words.
I make my living with words, lining them up in just the right order and teaching workshop students to do the same. Sometimes I pass out a survey at the beginning of the class that helps me get to know people better and get a sample of how they write.
Survey questions include:
“What’s your greatest weakness when it comes to writing?”
“If you could travel back in time to a historical event, which would you choose?”
“If you could take back one sentence you’ve spoken, what would it be?”
That question is always a gut-buster. In the anonymity of a writing course, people tend to be honest. They write from their soul, and truth leaks out through the cracks in their answers.
“I quit.”
“I’ll buy it.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I wish you were dead.”
“I will never amount to anything.”
“I can visit grandma tomorrow, she’ll still be there.”
She wasn’t.
Of all the answers to this question over the years, the most often repeated has been, “I hate you.” Sometimes these three words were directed at a spouse or a friend, often to a parent. Regardless of the recipient, they always left a festering wound, doing more harm to the speaker than to the object of their anger.
Somewhere down deep inside us, we regret hateful, misspoken words uttered in the proverbial heat of the moment. We instinctively know they carry a 15-ton weight that can break a spirit.
And we know the old adage should really say, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can crush my soul.”
The wrong words can pile up and weigh a person down. But the right words can lay a strong, supportive foundation.
Back in the driveway, I knew what was happening to the vanishing rock. The earth really was “eating” it, absorbing it the same way we absorb words that build us up and make us feel appreciated or bury us beneath a weighty hill of insignificance.
Commonplace little things, rocks and words. Choose wisely.
“A person’s words can be life-giving water;
words of true wisdom are as refreshing as a bubbling brook.” Proverbs 18:4
“A gentle answer turns away wrath,
but hard words stir up anger.” Proverbs 15:1
“Your own soul is nourished when you are kind,
but you destroy yourself when you are cruel.” Proverbs 11:17
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No laughter followed her confession, but neither did judgment. Helen reached across the circular patchwork of pies and wrapped her work-worn hand around Ella’s with a soothing squeeze. “We all have a wound that makes us limp, dear. Some more than others, like Hugh who is crippled in spirit. That’s a much more difficult injury to deal with than a hitch in your gait.”
Something shifted inside. Helen’s words seeped through the woman’s fingers and into Ella’s core, dissipating a heavy shadow that had lingered there for the past year and a half. A thin and gauzy hope settled in its place. ~A Change of Scenery
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January 17, 2021
Perfect Peace
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Ah, peace. What a priceless commodity these days. Isaiah 26:3 offers an equation for finding peace like no other.
“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee because he trusteth in thee.”
The old King James English may grate on your ears and if so, please look up different versions. But I use King James for this verse because it is the version I memorized years ago. It’s been in my mind and heart that way for the majority of my life, and that’s how it bobs to the surface of troubled water.
Today, we are surrounded by troubled waters, but water never kept God from doing anything.
He separated it during creation and gave it boundaries.
He stood it on end as the Hebrews left their captivity in Egypt.
He walked on it and told it to be still.
He turned it into wine.
Since He is the same “yesterday, today, and forever,” I think He can handle our troubled waters.
But can He handle our peace if we don’t let Him?
The equation within Isaiah 26:3 is simple:
Focus + Trust = Peace
Over the last few months, it’s been easy to focus on the troubled water. Therefore, I have been very picky about what I read and watch. I don’t want my mind to be “stayed” – focused or fixed on anything that will block my view of Jesus. God’s word and His faithfulness are what I want to feed on, and I do that by reading the Bible as I mentioned in last week’s blog post. I also read other good literature, including Christian fiction and books by C.S. Lewis and other inspirational authors. Many people enjoy listening to podcasts or audio books. All of these methods help us remember that we can trust Him.
I keep my radio tuned to a Christian, commercial-free station that plays “light” contemporary worship music intermingled with brief words of encouragement during the day. Sometimes when I’m working I have it turned down so low I can barely hear it. But it plays in the background, I know it’s there, and it gives me comfort.
God’s peace is my most valuable possession.
Yes, that sounds fairly radical, but where else do we find real and lasting peace when chaos is roaring around us?
As the equation above points out, peace is the result of trust and focus, yet how can we trust and focus on someone if we don’t know them? I want to know the Lord more and more. That’s why I carefully choose what goes in my eyes and ears because it always finds its way to my heart.
Is there any better time to know God and His peace than now?
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What goes in my eyes and ears always finds its way to my heart.
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A white pitcher of daisies brightened the sideboard, and a hand pump delivered icy water to the sink, not surprising so far from town. Ella had also spied the privy set back among the scrub oak. A more primitive atmosphere than what she was accustomed to—and with no electric lights. Oil lamps perched on sideboards, unneeded now in the bright sunshine pouring through the window.
Apparently, few modern comforts found their way to a mountain ranch, but a nearly tangible peace looped itself into her apron strings and snugged around her. ~A Change of Scenery
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