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The Best That I Can

This happened a few years ago, but a bad day or an overwhelming sense of failure can take me right back. It was winter, and I had our youngest with me, running errands. She was pre-school age, and because of chronic health issues, was delayed in several areas.

The pre-school component she was attending under was special needs. This gutted me for a long time, because when it all started, it was a simple medicine she was supposed to take. But so much more took place, leaving her with a lot of medicines, therapies, and not taking very much for granted anymore.

The parking lot was slick, and ice pellets were coming down. I wanted to hurry, I’m sure my child did as well. Her small, slow steps were in her classroom setting, cause for celebration. She was mobile, she was using skills they worked on.

In a sleet, bone-cold day when a group of people are trying to get stuff accomplished?

There wasn’t anyone celebrating her small steps.

In fact, I heard a guy mumble, “Hurry up.”

This wasn’t the first time I heard someone make a remark or even stop me to give their opinion on how I was raising this child. Complete strangers, mind you, who had no idea what we’ve been through.

It was the first time I had the courage and exhaustion to reply.

I turned around, holding her hand, and said, “Sir, we’re doing the best we can.”

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He hemmed and hawed, I’m sure mortified I heard him. He tried to tell me it wasn’t a problem, but the tears were already coming. We both knew he was lying.

But that moment comes back to me not just as a time I addressed our situation in public against criticism, it was also my own victory. I didn’t see it at the time, but those bad days?

I’m doing the best I can.

I also realize nine times out of ten, whatever isn’t going great is still better than what it was yesterday, or a week ago. The measuring stick I’m so harsh to judge myself with, God’s not using. He celebrates the small steps, the little moments, the tiny accomplishments we probably overlook or get down on ourselves about.

I’ve said it more than once. I write what I write when God says, and what He says. I felt this was supposed to be an encouragement for someone. If you feel like you’re getting pelted by ice and you want to get stuff done and it just isn’t happening the way you want—you are doing the best you can.

You’ve got this.

God’s got you.

Cheer those small victories.

Don’t get caught up in what’s left to do. Celebrate what’s been done.

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In Entrusted, Jenna Anderson produces a lot of change for mountain grocer Ben Regan. She tries so hard to fit in with her new zip code and job, but Ben’s not impressed. This is my first book, and I love it, because Jenna does the best that she can. Check it out!

Julie Arduini: New Look!

Throughout the year I’ve shared my Curly Girl journey and the haha-make-sure-you-don’t-announce-you’ll-never-go-gray-or-God-laughs-and-your-hair-color-stops-taking. Both experiences have taught me a lot about myself and what I’m capable of if I put my mind to it.

In this case, the new look I have is at juliearduini.com. I wanted a simple but appealing look that says who I am and what my life is about. I think I’ve accomplished it. There are also easy ways to follow me as I blog, as well as engage with me throughout social media, including following me on Goodreads.

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Those who ask me about writing are surprised that writing is only one aspect of an author’s life. There is marketing, and that involves having an online presence. This is what separates the hobbyists from the real deal. Most don’t want to take the time to be on social media or have a website. I get it. But I know this is what God’s called me to do, so juliearduini.com is hopefully an enjoyable experience for those that stop by.

Do you have a new look this year? Maybe you have a different car or changed up your wardrobe. It doesn’t have to be anything deep. Whatever the case, drop me a comment. I turned them back on, so let’s chat!

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Speaking of looks, after an extra challenging middle school experience, our daughter came up with a story on how she’d help prepare girls for what comes at them in those years. As I listened, I realized she had an amazing story to tell. I promised to help her write and publish it if she plotted it out.

Girl plotted a three-book series.

Surrendering Stinkin’ Thinkin’ features a group of girls who attend a mentoring ministry. Each story pairs a girl with an adult mentor, switching chapters. Both characters struggle with believing the same lie. We believe girls, teens, and women of all ages will be encouraged. Hannah plotted, created character names, and supervised the cover design.

Jess Connolly: You are the Girl for the Job

You believe (or want to believe) God has called you and given you purpose, but where do you start? How do you get from feeling stuck to making a move? If this sounds familiar, bestselling author Jess Connolly has a message for you: You Are the Girl for the Job.

But this is not simply a peppy catchphrase. This is the straight-up truth God has proclaimed over your life from the beginning, and it’s not dependent on what you can do or achieve but based on His power, capacity, and character. 

It has taken one million, maybe one zillion (who knows?!), slight moves of His hand to place you in this exact moment. So forget about fear and second-guessing your gifts, because God has meticulously prepared you to be an ambassador for the Kingdom right where you are, here and now. Life is too short to get stuck in a holding pattern of shame, self-doubt, and comparison. So let this book be your very good news: you don’t have to wait for permission when you’ve already been commissioned. 

With passion and heart-pumping hope, Jess shows that being the girl for the job doesn’t depend on your capacity. Rather, it has everything to do with God’s capacity and our willingness. It has everything to do with believing we are who God says we are, and quieting any inferior word spoken against us. Are you ready? 

Let this book be your jumpstart into confident, purposed living, as Jess walks you through the six steps she has used to coach and encourage women for years: set your focus, take stock of the story that has shaped you, face your fear, catch the vision, make a plan, and finally, make your move–all in the bold belief that God has called you to every step of the journey.

My review is coming soon but I can say this, game-changer.

Learn more and pre-order now .

I Thrive Because of My Crutch

Although I have bad knees that dislocate easily, and thanks to that, I’ve stretched and hurt all the ligaments and whatever else is essential to the knee, I don’t physically use a crutch or cane. Yet. I also don’t write this post with any disrespect to anyone with a disability. But my post is important because of the crutch I read about years ago.

Accurate or not, I read that media mogul Ted Turner once described those that follow Christ as Christians who are weak and in need of a crutch. (I’ve also read HERE that he has apologized, and that a deep loss in his childhood took root in his pain and beliefs. I’ve also read that he disclosed in 2018 he has Lewey Body Dementia.)

Anyway, as I use social media to connect with readers and people from my “real life,” I notice those that are not Christ followers who call those that are, religious. They will even approach me and say, “I know you’re religious so…” Thing is, that’s not true. At least not for me. And as new people have come my way since I’ve started blogging, I thought I would talk about the crutch I lean on. Here’s what most don’t realize: that crutch helps me THRIVE.

When I say I’m not religious, I do so because religious is not exactly a compliment I’d want associated with my name. A religious person tends to get caught up in the law, or the “shalt not’s.” They will tsk tsk when you post about having a beer or dancing at a wedding. I’ve noticed, and this is my opinion, that the religious also tend to step over the folks that truly could use a helping hand. They don’t want to get their three piece suits wrinkled or spend more time on church stuff than the weekly service or two they attend. They might point out what the person next to them is wearing, forgetting that most don’t realize some clothes are challenging for men to see, or that the person is on a budget. The religious also forget the main idea: Jesus. He wore a robe and sandals. A robe and sandals. One more time. A robe and sandals. He was not coming down on anyone for their attire, I can’t even picture it. He flipped a table in “church” in anger. He challenged a whole gang of people bullying on a woman who had a reputation with the men.

Of all the things Jesus gets labeled with, it often aligns with a hippy, zen-like nice guy who wants us to do good. Sorry, but that shallow interpretation isn’t worth my faith and dependence. So no, I’m not religious.

What I am is a follower of Christ that has a church family. In 1992 I was first told about Jesus in a way that differed the few Sunday School lessons I’d attended as a child. I heard about the radical things He did in the name of love—for me. And obedience to God, Our Heavenly Father. For those that say Jesus is a wimp or boring, do you not know He prayed so hard for us that he started to bleed? That when he was whipped, the instruments they used had shards of glass tied on. He wasn’t hit once or twice that way, but I believe 39 times. Not just a little tap, my friends. Oh, and then the nails. Nails were driven through His flesh. I’ve hit my fingers with a hammer with a little swing to it and I had tears formed. Jesus was spat on, mocked, beaten, whipped and crucified because His Dad asked Him to. Why? Because it was the ONLY way we could ever live a complete life. A forgiven life. Because if you haven’t noticed, we’re screw ups. The real word, though, is sinner. We have missed the mark. If you’re like me, it’s probably daily.

So what’s the use of a crutch?

Because I screw up daily.

What Jesus offers me on the other side of the cross is grace. It’s a love beyond anything the best marriage can bring that says, “You messed up. I’ve got you.” On my own, my destination is an eternal reality that does not have anything with God, Jesus, or the Holy Spirit even remotely close by. That means everything about Him—His attributes, promises, love, presence—all of it, I deserve to never experience after I die. What I do believe about hell is it is not fun or a party. It is complete absence of God, eternal torment. I don’t think anyone in hell has friends or people close by. In the story of the rich man, a man condemned to hell begged Abraham to send the beggar Lazarus to come just to dip some water on his tongue, his eternity was that painful. It isn’t about their income status, it is about choice. One chose to spend eternity with Christ. The other did not.

I lean on that Crutch for more than a guarantee of heaven, something I absolutely believe in. There are promises in the Bible I look forward to with that new address—streets are paved in gold, people! The best commodity we have here is pavement in heaven. Isn’t that crazy amazing? We have a home, and not just any. A mansion. I’ve also read books on heaven that used Scripture, and I believe we have jobs there. Not ugh work, but things that use our gifts and passions. I am convinced I will have a shift at the heavenly library/cafe. I can see myself introducing speakers like Paul. Or Mary. Maybe I’ll set up a slideshow someone requests from Christ’s time on earth. And if I’m wrong? I’d rather be wrong about believing and face nothing than believe nothing and face eternity.

My Crutch may guarantee where I reside after I take my last breath, but it doesn’t spare me trouble. In the decades I have called myself a Christian I have faced infertility, miscarriage, near death of child, death of parent and in laws, injustice, division, betrayal, health issues, marriage trials, financial adversity. Not the best PR, am I right?

But get this.

Dealing with those things with Christ has meant everything. I know who I was before. I would have turned to alcohol to numb my pain. I know I would have. It would have been an addiction. It would have destroyed my finances, family, and health. The answers I would be seeking in a bottle would be drinking out of a bottomless poison because the answers aren’t there.

What answers? The Crutch I lean on called my faith and trust in Christ is peace. I have had a literal protection over my body I can’t explain when I’ve wrecked a new van while pregnant. I have had a calm and a knowing my future would be ok when for a season I wasn’t sure my marriage would make it. When our daughter fought for life and no doctor was giving any assurance, after prayer, there was a sense, again, a knowing, a peace that I absolutely can’t describe that it would be okay. Even if she lost that battle, not what I wanted, I had a peace we would make it. It wouldn’t be easy, but I knew we’d survive the grief. She survived.

Beyond peace is the relationship. This is what religious people miss. I don’t just read about Jesus in the Bible, He’s part of my day. I hear from Him in prayer, through music, sermons, and in things I read. They aren’t even holy things where I experience great “downloads.” I remember watching Spiderman 3 and seeing what jealous and unforgiveness look like. His shoulders, even though I can’t see Him yet, are broad enough to take my anger and endless questions with issues like losing my dad when he was only 64. Or miscarrying when so many parents mistreat their kids when I go to Walmart. I’ve been able to take my emotions, my choices, my pain, my rejection, all of it and lay it on Jesus. Where answers come.

I could write so much more about what leaning on Christ gives me. So much more than surviving. There is favor on my life, even on the bad days. I was published in months of surrendering my writing to Him. That doesn’t happen. That’s God saying, “I see you, girl. I love you. Here’s a little something.” Our daughter and all her struggles that I’ve cried a warehouse of tears over—the favor on her life is nuts. She receives clothes, money, events, opportunities and more out of what seems like no where. There is provision over our family. We live in a house that on paper we couldn’t afford, but the price dropped by thousands the week before the house we thought we were buying dropped out. My husband has received opportunities and blessings that again, on paper, they don’t happen.

That’s not luck. It sure isn’t coincidence.

It’s Jesus. It’s me in 1992 saying, “Ok, I know that I’m a sinner, and I believe You were here on earth by a flat out miracle, and You lived a perfect, sinless life. I believe You were crucified but rose again. I want to truly know You. Have a friendship, a relationship. Please forgive me for all my sins and help me.”

It was nothing fancy, and nothing around me shook, quaked, or changed. I didn’t even notice changes in me right away. But slowly, and with prayer, mentors, and reading, the wounded, angry, selfish young woman I was tired of being transformed. Am I perfect? No. But I’m not Christ. I’m a Christ follower. I forgive easier than I used to. I help people in ways I never thought I wanted to or could. I pray for things and people I didn’t even know were needs. I attend church because it is not a building to me. It is a family that can kind of drive me nuts at times, but they have my back. They have seen us walk some dark times and showed up. Because they are Christ followers, too.

That’s why I thrive using the Crutch who is Jesus. That’s why I’m not religious.

And if this Christ following lifestyle has you intrigued in any way, you can certainly contact me at juliearduini@juliearduini.com. You can ask about a Bible reading and believing church that you could attend and talk to the clergy. You can say a prayer in the privacy of your home that can be like mine above, or in any words that convey you know you’re a sinner, and you need Jesus, and ask for His forgiveness. That’s it. You might not feel an earthquake over that prayer, but know this, all of heaven is rejoicing.

And so am I!

Oh, and for those that remember 9/11, this is a 9/11 post of sorts. I chose today to publish it because I remember that day. It was so evil, so devastating. I had no idea what was happening. But guess what? Those that made fun of my trust in Jesus were calling me that day. They were terrified. They had nothing to hold on to that could provide help, comfort, and true peace. All I could do was pray that day and the days after, but I had peace, not fear. And that’s something I’ll never forget.

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Match Made in Heaven is a novella I first wrote as a brand new Christian in 1993. I revised and updated it for publication and released it this year. If you’d like to see the Christ follower journey fictionalized with romance, check it out!

Valerie Massey Goree: Day of Reckoning

Thank you for hosting me today, Julie. I’m honored to share
my latest romantic suspense with your audience. Day of Reckoning is a stand-alone sequel to Weep in the Night. Both stories feature agents who work for the
International Retrieval Organization. Lela was introduced in Weep, and now she has her own story in Day of Reckoning. One aspect I love
about writing fiction is creating my story world. The IRO—a top-notch detective
agency of sorts—has unlimited resources, and therefore my agents have
everything they need to accomplish their tasks.

As a seasoned operative, Lela is assigned the kidnapping
case of businessman, Chuck Davenport. When her boss allows Jay Vashon, Chuck’s
brother-in-law to assist, Lela accepts the help with reservations, especially
when Jay prays at the most inopportune times.

Jay would do anything to help bring Chuck home, even work
with feisty Agent Ortiz. As Jay and Lela decipher clues Chuck sends to his son
with special needs, they are forced to work in close proximity.

Can Jay break through the barrier Lela has constructed around her heart? Will Lela be able to overcome her distrust of men and God?

And Chuck? Can the pair locate him before the ransom
deadline?

Ooh. Such intrigue! But that’s another advantage about
writing romantic suspense. Twists and unexpected turns are so much fun to
create. If my characters sail along without a care in the world, then I haven’t
done my job. We all know that life is full of bumps and sometimes craters. The
‘happily-ever-after’ will come, but not without facing hardships along the way.

Speaking of sailing… We recently moved to Washington state.
Our condo is right on the water, and my office window overlooks the bay. Talk
about inspiration! Little sailboats, fancy yachts, brave people paddling
kayaks. And then to the north we often see cruise ships, or tankers and
container ships heading to or from Seattle.

I haven’t incorporated any of these sights in a plot yet,
but when my husband and I see a boat anchored in the middle of our bay—and yes,
we do consider it ours—we speculate as to what the crew might be doing. Are
they picking up a load of drugs? Tossing a body overboard? Spying on the houses
tucked away in the trees on the bluff? The possibilities are endless. Of
course, the crew could just be fishing or enjoying the weather. But that’s too
tame.

In Day of Reckoning,
Jay’s nephew, Sean, has fragile X syndrome. I worked with children with special
needs for twenty-five years. I often include a special child in my stories.
People use sign language to help communicate with Sean. The sign for ‘wait’ is
cute. Hold your left open hand, palm up by your left side. Then hold your right
hand in the same position, a little closer to your body, fingers pointing to
your left wrist and wiggle your fingers. Wait. This sign plays a crucial part
in solving the kidnapping case.

I’ve completed the third novel in the series. It will feature an IRO agent introduced in Day of Reckoning as the hero or heroine. Who will it be? Manny, Pamela, Smitty, Cooper? Hmm. I can keep a secret.

American Christian Fiction Writers Genesis Award winner Valerie Massey Goree resides with her husband on the beautiful Olympic Peninsula of Washington State.

After serving as missionaries in her home country of Zimbabwe and raising two children, Glenn and Valerie moved to Texas. She worked in the public school system for many years, focusing on students with special needs. Now retired, Valerie spends her time writing, and spoiling her grandchildren.

Novels include: Deceive Me Once; Colors of Deceit; Weep in the Night; and stand-alone sequel Day of Reckoning.

Check Valerie’s website to learn more about her books: www.valeriegoreeauthor.com

Valerie loves to hear from her readers.

Purchase links:

Pelican Book Group

Day of Reckoning is available for pre-order

Anne Graham Lotz:

About JESUS IN ME…

You may know something about God and something about Jesus, but what do you know about the Holy Spirit? Too often, we seem to overlook the third Person of the Trinity, perhaps because we don’t know much about Him. He seems mystical; reserved for superspiritual Christians. We might even say He intimidates us—or somehow seems optional.

In Jesus in Me: Experiencing the Holy Spirit as a Constant Companion, Anne Graham Lotz draws on her rich biblical knowledge as well as her personal story—including her recent cancer diagnosis—to help us understand that the Holy Spirit is not a magic genie, a flame of fire, a force, or a vague feeling. He is a Person who prays for us, guides us in our relationships and decisions, comforts us in pain, and stays by our side at all times. He is not an optional extra in the Christian life; He is a divine necessity. In this simple yet profound teaching, she explores seven key aspects of the Holy Spirit that will revolutionize how you understand and relate to this vital member of the Trinity.

As Anne writes, “One of my deepest, richest joys has been discovering by experience who the Holy Spirit is in every step of my life’s journey. Each name that He has been given—Helper, Comforter, Advocate, Intercessor, Counselor, Strengthener, and Standby—reveals another aspect of His beautiful character and has provoked in me a deep love for the One who is my constant Companion…Jesus in me.”

Discover how to better love and rely on the Person of the Holy Spirit—and embrace how much He loves you.

AVAILABLE OCTOBER 1, 2019

I will review this later, but I can tell you this is an eye-opening read. I’m learning a lot, and love all that Anne shares about her own life, struggles, and stories that enhance the message of this book. She has a great pre-order bundle that you can check out HERE.

Introducing Lume

From the Lume website: “It works like magic, but it’s based in science.”

I’ve been pretty transparent about hormonal imbalance, menopause complications, and adrenal fatigue. I try not to get too specific, because I understand men read my work as well. (Thanks, guys!) Today I am sharing a bit more detail, but in a way that I believe can help women and men.

So, here I go.

I have, thanks to my hormones, temperature issues. Since I was pregnant with my son, who is 21, I am hot all the time. When the “change” took place, I became hot and sweaty. Nothing helped. Perfume-y deodorants, expensive deodorants, clinical deodorants, I tried everything. I would apply several times a day. I still felt wet and gross.

A few months ago I was on Reddit scrolling and someone mentioned Lume. They said it is the only deodorant they use. Get this. It can last as long as 72 hours. I looked it up and that’s what it said. I ordered it in spring and it’s the real deal.

Lume is aluminum free, baking soda free, doctor developed, hypoallergenic. It works not just for underarms, but perhaps you sweat where your bra rests. Perhaps your thighs. Whatever your external situation, if you feel sweaty, Lume is your answer. Athletes? You will be impressed. Business folks? Yep, you too.

There are scents, there is unscented. There are tubes and sticks. I’ve ordered a stick and the one I bought for summer I used more because my hormones were way off and I wanted to be protected. I still haven’t had to re-order. I felt clean and refreshed this summer for the first time.

I’m sold.

When Lume contacted me, I decided to apply to be an ambassador of sorts because I’m living proof. I don’t want anyone to struggle with confidence and anxiety like I have because I know what that feels like. Now I know what clean feels like, and I want you to as well.

Lume is for men and women. They carry unscented, Lavender and Sage, Juniper Berry, Silver Spruce, and Jasmine Rose. If you or someone you know is looking for full deodorant protection, consider Lume. If you click on the link and make a purchase, I do earn a small commission. Also, If you purchase using my link, you’ll be automatically entered to win free Lume product EVERY WEEK.

I will put a little info on my website for future easy access, but I wanted to let you know today.

Lume deodorant is doctor-developed and provides up to 72-hour protection.



Learn more about Lume HERE.

Jesus, I Have a LOT of Questions

I have a lot of questions for Jesus.

This year hasn’t gone as planned. It hasn’t been a terrible year, but I didn’t think health issues would be the biggest theme of the year in and around me. A lot of it, okay, all of it really rocked me, because none of it was in MY plans.

Then I saw a picture our son took on his first day back to college. Earlier the same day in the TimeHop app a picture popped up of his first day last year. What a difference! This year he looks so happy, and there are tangible reasons why. One thing I believe is that God is helping him overcome his anxiety, something he is transparent about online and in person.

That’s what gets me thinking about eternity. That’s the time frame heavenly residents receive, and that’s comforting for a limitless amount of reasons. One thing I often reflect on, no lie, are the questions I plan to ask Jesus. I NEED eternity. Because I have a lot of questions.

There are so many prayers I believe Jesus took to our Heavenly Dad that got the “yes” stamp. But the ones that got no? I still mull it over. I don’t understand. I specifically asked that our kids would not struggle the way I did. In my small mind and younger years, I knew that my reproductive years and process were not like the others. My monthly “gift” was hard, and I didn’t understand at the time, or for decades, it was hormonal imbalance. The depression was overwhelming. There were seasons I had to pray my way away from the medicine cabinet, it was that bad.

Thanks to PCOS, I had pain. Not a “I have a cramp” kind of discomfort, but the kind where walking was a challenge. Turns out, once I had half of each ovary removed, I learned I was walking around with what my surgeon called “whoppers.” He was astounded I was mobile at all.

So when I learned I was pregnant with what I knew was our daughter, I begged God to let her escape these things. I didn’t want her to have any of the pain I’ve experienced. Not the physical, emotional, spiritual or mental.

What happened?

One, He promised me when she was in the womb, she’d be an overcomer.

Two, she has overcome the very issues I’ve dealt with, plus more. Including a rare diagnosis that is so rare we are kind of navigating her puberty by faith and very limited information.

Jesus. Are you kidding me? Did you not hear my prayers? What gives? That’s only the first line of rapid gun-fire speed questions I have when we’re taking a walk on the gold streets.

But looking at the picture of our son, so many years went into keeping our daughter alive and then maintaining her health that our oldest had to live on the back burner. How I prayed he would suffer no effects. When he would be up all night with worry before each first day of school, I didn’t think much of it, although we sure prayed through it. Events at school hit him harder than others, and I chalked that up to being like me. I’m spiritually sensitive and I can often absorb an atmosphere around me.

When he first started talking about anxiety and I watched him manifest symptoms, I was shell-shocked. Recently, as I’ve had to research my own health and looked back at my experiences over the years, I can see anxiety was woven into a thin thread of my years. Mind running non stop with scenarios. Fears of the what if. Dread regarding the firsts, yes, even first day of school.

And again, the questions. Jesus, why would you inflict a child who has a heart so pure for You? This was a kid that would go to the back of church, put his hands on the map, and pray for China to be set free for Jesus. He was five. He would re-enact the play Heaven’s Gates and Hell’s Flames. And anxiety is his gift?

Why, Jesus, why? Why would you do this?

Here’s what I know. He doesn’t owe me an answer. He’s Jesus and I’m Julie.

Here’s what else I know. What matters to me, matters to Him. Those times I cried so hard I couldn’t even see, I know with all my heart I was never alone. Those times I started to the medicine cabinet and turned back around? I believe it was Jesus holding my shoulders that helped me change course.

I also know the power of lamentation. One of the best books I’ve read is No More Faking Fine by Esther Fleece. If you think you’ve had a hard time, read Esther’s testimony. That book is an eye opener because if you’re like me, you stuff the anger and the questions. It’s the worst thing you could do. Lamenting is taking to God raw. Take those questions and hurl them His way. His shoulders can take it. And if you worry about being disrespectful, that means you’ve got a healthy dose of the fear of the Lord in you. So ask. Go there. Get. it. out.

Because as I’ve asked why these struggles when I specifically asked, even begged that our kids not have those issues, I’ve received a lot of answers. Not exactly the answers I thought I’d get, but better, I think. I’m watching my kids grow into some incredible young people who can shoulder some stuff and have compassion for others. I’ve observed divine connections happen where either someone enters their life to help them, or, they are helping others because they know what the pain is like. I know enough to know these things would never happen had they not struggled in the ways they have.

What else am I seeing? This year I have felt with all my senses the goodness of God. Even in crappy circumstances I don’t understand, something good is produced on the other side. There is favor on our daughter that we have to laugh at because it makes no sense to a logical mind. People hand her things. Clothes. Money. Gifts just because. Our son is a triple threat because he has the heart of a worshiper, a prayer warrior, and I believe a pioneer spirit where God prepares him a little ahead of others for what is to come. I get how heaven sent and special these things are.

I sense His presence in these things, and in and around them as well. When I fret about them being alone, I am able to visualize that the halls they walk, the drives they take, they are not alone. Jesus goes before them. He is our rear guard. He surrounds us.

So, the questions are healthy to ask. I know the valley times aren’t over. But hopefully, what I’m learning from this season will set me up for a faster reaction time and obedience for the next.

Can you relate?

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My books all contain elements of surrender, and in Engaged, Trish has questions. The dream job she thought she’d retire in disappears before she can even get all her boxes unpacked. Why would God do this? Well, there are answers for her, and some come from the local paramedic, Wayne Peterson…

Fiction Finder: September New Releases

September 2019 New Releases

More in-depth descriptions of these books can be found on the ACFW Fiction Finder website.

Contemporary Romance:

Reunited in the Rockies by Mindy Obenhaus — For widow Kayla Bradshaw, restoring a historic Colorado hotel means a better life for her and her soon-to-arrive baby. But she needs construction help from Jude Stephens, the love she lost through a misunderstanding. Working with Kayla, the police officer finds himself forgiving her—and longing to rebuild her shattered confidence. But can they trust each other enough to forge a future together? (Contemporary Romance from Love Inspired [Harlequin])

A Man to Trust by Carrie Turansky — After years spent helping manage her family’s Christian bookstore, it’s time for Adrie Chandler to give her own dream of playing her flute with a symphony orchestra a chance. But can she really trust the beloved shop to new manager Ross Peterson? The man is too handsome, too charming….and too much a reminder of another dream Adrie had to let go of – marriage. Yet Ross surprises her by knowing a thing or two about making sacrifices. Suddenly, Adrie is questioning what she really wants. And whether the dreams she once thought unlikely are within reach after all. (Contemporary Romance from Flowing Stream Books)

Fall Flip by Denise Weimer — The tragic death of Shelby Dodson’s husband–her partner in a successful Home Network house flipping business–stole love, status, and career. Now a bungalow redesign thrusts Shelby into the company of a new contractor. Scott Matthews remembers high-and-mighty Shelby from high school, and her prissy, contemporary style goes against his down-to-earth grain. When the house reveals a mystery, will its dark secrets–and their own mistakes–cost them a second chance at love? (Contemporary Romance from Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas)

Listening to Love by Beth Wiseman — Lucas is Amish. Natalie’s Englisch. They are best friends—and friends only. Despite what the gossips say. Besides, they couldn’t be together even if they wanted to be. Lucas would never leave the Amish faith, and Natalie is pursuing a degree in veterinary medicine. But when a terrifying accident happens, Natalie and Lucas are forced to confront their true feelings and decide if they can stay true to themselves and each other. (Contemporary Romance from HarperCollins Christian Publishing)

General Contemporary: The Christmas Portrait by Phyllis Clark Nichols — A family facing their first holiday season without Mama finds a way to celebrate Christmas. (General Contemporary from Gilead Publishing)

Historical: Memories of Glass by Melanie Dobson — 1942. As war rips through the heart of Holland, childhood friends Josie van Rees and Eliese Linden partner with a few daring citizens to rescue Eliese’s son and hundreds of other Jewish children who await deportation in a converted theater in Amsterdam. But amid their resistance work, Josie and Eliese’s dangerous secrets could derail their friendship and their entire mission. When the enemy finds these women, only one will escape. Seventy-five years later, Ava Drake begins to suspect that her great-grandfather William Kingston was not the World War II hero he claimed to be. Her work as director of the prestigious Kingston Family Foundation leads her to Landon West’s Ugandan coffee plantation, and Ava and Landon soon discover a connection between their families. As Landon’s great-grandmother shares the broken pieces of her story, Ava must confront the greatest loss in her own life?and powerful members of the Kingston family who will do anything to keep the truth buried. (Historical from Tyndale Publishing)

Historical Romance:

Treasured Christmas Brides by Amanda Cabot, Rebecca Germany, Cathy Marie Hake, Colleen L. Reece, MaryLu Tyndall, and Michelle Ule — Six historical Christmas romances prove life’s most priceless gifts come not in the form of polished gold or silver—but from the vast riches of a loving heart. (Historical Romance from Barbour Publishing)

Thankful for the Cowboy by Mary Connealy — Hero Tom MacKinnon rides up driving a wagon with a second wagon trailing him. He and his sister want to be hired to build windmills. They’ll ask for very little money and, in exchange heroine, Lauren Drummond, newly widowed mother of four nearly grown sons, will help them learn to survive in the Sandhills of Nebraska. What to grow, what to hunt, how to build a sod house.

Tom’s windmills will save her ranch. Lauren needs three windmills on this drought year or her growing herd of cattle is going to die of thirst. She agrees to teach him the ways of the Sandhills, and to give him fifteen head of cattle. She’s not ready to think of another man. But Tom changes her mind. His little sister and one of her sons find love together before Tom and Lauren do. (Historical Romance, Independently Published)

The Return of the King’s Ranger by Angela K. Couch — The war is over…for everyone but him. The war for American freedom is over, and the British have gone back to England. Not knowing what has become of his family since he was forced into the Continental Army nine years earlier, Myles Cunningham wants to go home as well. He returns to the Mohawk Valley with the understanding that he is believed to have been shot for deserting—fiction that might be made real if anyone recognizes him as the son of a Tory and a King’s Ranger. Everything is wonderful in the growing community along the Mohawk River, except Nora Reid is still alone. With her brother happily settled and both her younger sisters starting families of their own, Nora feels the weight of her twenty-four years. A long walk leads her to the overgrown rubble of the Cunningham homestead where a bearded stranger begins to awaken feelings she’d lost hope of ever experiencing. With secrets abounding—including whether Myles even cares for her—Nora must determine what she is ready to give up and how far she will go to secure his affections. She begins to break through his defenses, but Myles can’t risk staying. Not if he loves her. (Historical Romance from White Rose Publishing [Pelican])

Christmas Next Door by Susan Page Davis and Vickie McDonough — Visit an Old West Texas town where a mysterious benefactor leaves gifts each Christmas, but also where four pairs of neighbors battle over hearsay, secrets, and mysteries. (Historical Romance from Barbour Publishing)

Under Moonlit Skies by Cynthia Roemer — Esther meets Stewart, her brother-in-law’s ranch hand, when helping her sister recover from childbirth. Any interest she may have in the cowboy is hopeless, since she must return home to Cincinnati and the man her overbearing mother intends her to wed. till reeling from a hurtful relationship, Stew is reluctant to open his heart to Esther. But when he faces a life-threatening injury with Esther tending him, their bond deepens. Heartbroken when she leaves, he sets out after her and inadvertently stumbles across an illegal slave-trade operation, the knowledge of which puts him, as well as Esther and her family, in jeopardy. (Historical Romance from Mantle Rock Publishing)

Mail-Order Misfire by Davalynn Spencer — Preacher Bern Stidham is a peacemaker—when he’s not carrying one on his hip. His little girl wants a helper for her widowed father and a mama for herself, so she writes for a mail-order bride. Without telling him. Recently widowed dressmaker Etta Collier is a half-step ahead of the banker who carries a lustful eye for her as well as the note on her home. When her pastor encourages her to answer an unusual letter from a little girl, hope opens an unexpected door. Running from one man’s lecherous pursuit into the home of another she knows nothing about, Etta may have to risk everything to ease a little girl’s loneliness and find a second chance at love. (Historical Romance, Independently Published)

The Witness Tree by Denise Weimer — Past betrayal has turned John Kliest’s passion to his work as a builder and surveyor in the Moravian town of Salem, North Carolina. Now, to satisfy the elders’ edict and fulfill his mission in Cherokee Territory, he needs a bride. But the one woman qualified to record the Cherokee language longs for a future with his younger brother. Clarissa Vogler’s dream of a life with Daniel Kliest is shattered when she is chosen by lot to marry his older brother and venture into the uncharted frontier. Can she learn to love this stoic man who is now her husband? Her survival hinges on being able to trust him—but they both harbor secrets. (Historical Romance from Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas)

Romantic Suspense:

Don’t Give Up On Me by Jodi Artzberger — When Cragge Automotive Group’s heiress, Amanda Cragge is left for dead, the only man she’s ever loved finds her. As the threats continue, will she accept help from the man who left her eight years ago without explanation? When Ryker Scott returns to Otter Bay, he is brought face to face with his past. He thought he could handle coming back but he might have been wrong. As a trained Army Ranger, he’s going to have to use his skills if he wants to keep the only woman he’s ever loved alive.

Will their past become their future or will their futures be destroyed forever?(Romantic Suspense, Independently Published)

Breaking Point by Marji Laine — Ever since her father’s death, Alynne Stone has had a series of strange “accidents.” Police Lieutenant Jason Danvers believes her father was murdered. He tries to connect the attempts on Alynne’s life, but things just don’t add up. Even in a small town, the mere rumor of treasure can change lives, end friendships…maybe even kill? Still dealing with the pain of his own wife’s death, he can’t allow an innocent woman’s life to be snuffed out on his watch. Especially one who shines as bright as Alynne. (Romantic Suspense, Write Integrity Press)

Fatal Strike by DiAnn Mills — FBI Agents Leah Riesel and Jon Colbert team up to track down a killer on the loose in Galveston, targeting law enforcement officials and using a fatal injection of snake venom to take them down. (Romantic Suspense, Tyndale House)

Thriller:

The Gryphon Heist by James R. Hannibal — Talia Inger is a rookie CIA case officer assigned not to the Moscow desk as she had hoped but to the forgotten backwaters of Eastern Europe–a department only known as “Other.” When she is tasked with helping a young, charming Moldovan executive secure his designs for a revolutionary defense technology, she figures she’ll be back in DC within a few days. But that’s before she knows where the designs are stored–and who’s after them. With her shady civilian partner, Adam Tyler, Talia takes a deep dive into a world where only criminal minds and unlikely strategies will keep the Gryphon, a high-altitude data vault, hovering in the mesosphere. Even Tyler is more than he seems, and Talia begins to wonder: Is he helping her? Or using her access to CIA resources to pull off an epic heist for his own dark purposes? (Techno-thriller from Revell – A Division of Baker Publishing Gro

Tanya Eavenson Interview: The Rescue

It’s my pleasure to have Tanya Eavenson here. We talk a little about her latest release, The Rescue. Check it out!

How many unpublished
books and half-finished books do you have?

What a great question! I’ve
written six contemporary romances and five historical romances, but today I
have the privilege of sharing one of those stories, the first of my historical
romances, The Rescue.

Can you tell us about
your new release The Rescue?

Sure! Here’s the blurb.

Sometimes the path to freedom is found in an unexpected
future.

Upon the death of her mother, Rosalind Standford’s life
shatters, the pieces scattering to the wind when she is forced into a
betrothal to a cunning banker. But when a telegram arrives announcing the
man who captured her heart is on a train to Boston, Rosalind must hide her true
feelings before the thin cord of her existence unravels the deadly secrets she
keeps.

Cowboy Trent Easton returns to his roots in Boston society
to find his childhood friend, the love of his heart. Instead he finds a broken
woman engaged
to a man close to her father’s age. Though she once rejected him, when Trent
learns she’s in danger, he determines to
do whatever it takes to keep her safe—even taking her to the altar in the black
of night. But will his name and the remote wilds of his Texas ranch be enough
to protect her? Or will freedom cost them their lives?

What did you edit out of this book?

What didn’t I edit out of this
book? LOL! From the first chapter to the epilogue, The Rescue has been
through at least 4 drafts. There were a few train scenes that have been edited
even more.

Speaking of, there was one scene
where Trent was introduced to Joshua Pusey, the inventor of the matchbook, before
the patent was sold to The Diamond Match Company. In this scene, Joshua shares
he’s a lawyer from Philadelphia, and on his way to make a deal with The Diamond
Match Company. He offers Trent a couple of matchbooks and they talk over
breakfast.

It was a fun scene to write and I
loved meeting Joshua Pusey for myself :), but the historical timing of them
meeting was off. And because this meeting most likely wouldn’t have taken
place, I removed the matchbook from the entire manuscript and rewrote the
ending.

Can you give us the
first page?

I’d love to! Happy Reading!

Charlestown, Boston

May 1886

Rosalind Standford’s heart
thudded against her ribcage as she lifted her pale green ball gown and stepped
into the foyer. Where is he? She
stood on tiptoe and scanned the dinner guests, trying to catch a glimpse of
Trenton Easton. Disappointment and the worry that had plagued her for the last
few days clutched her. Was the gossip true?

Surely Trenton would have told
her. Or her own mother, if she knew. Mother was the only person who encouraged
Rosalind’s feelings for her childhood best friend, feelings that had recently
begun blooming toward something more.

Rosalind’s stomach quivered at
the thought. She ran her fingertips along silver threads and embroidered
sequins at her waist. She’d picked this satin gown for Trenton, knowing it
would accent her gray eyes, a trait he only last week said gave her a dove-like
beauty.

Again she swept her gaze over the
room, past her mother, her father—her gaze, unfortunately, snagging on that of
Mr. Glover Richards, a man almost her father’s age. He walked toward her, the
click of his heels on the wooden floor lifting above the hum of scattered
conversations and the hammering of her eardrums. She forced a smile and nodded,
then turned to step away. His stiff, damp fingers slid around her upper arm,
halting her movement.

A chill ran up her spine. “Mr.
Richards.” She pulled back.

His dark eyes narrowed,
assessing. An amused smile twisted his lips. He bowed. “How are you this
evening, Miss Standford?”

She trembled as her name slid
past his thin lips with a hissing sound. It was silly, but she couldn’t help
herself. The man gave her the cold shivers. She didn’t want to talk to him, let
alone suffer his touch, though lately he’d spent so much time with their family
he’d become hard to avoid. It was as if he and her father had become dearest
friends. Manners demanded she give a polite response, but she couldn’t bring
herself to like the man. “Doing well, thank you. And you?”

“I’m grateful for your father’s
invitation to Mr. Easton’s home.”

“Being the bank’s vice president
has its advantages, does it not?” She folded her gloved hands and squeezed them
together, wondering if Mother felt the same unease at Mr. Richards’s constant
presence.

“Indeed it does. It’s my hope
this new partnership between your father and me will secure more”—the corners
of his mouth rose as if he enjoyed a private joke—“pleasant opportunities to
come.”

“I see,” she answered, although
she didn’t understand his meaning. Father never spoke of business around her or
her mother, but whatever the dealings, Mr. Richards seemed happy. “I hope you
and my father have a great partnership.”

Trenton descended the stairs, so
handsome in his formal wear he took her breath away. He strolled past her, his
jaw tense and his blond hair nearly touching his collar. Without looking to the
right or left, he headed toward the dining room.

It’s true. Trenton and his family were leaving Boston. The dinner
was not a celebration but a final farewell. Tears stung her eyes. How could
Trenton have kept this to himself? “If you will excuse me, Mr. Richards.”

“Allow me?” He crooked his arm.

“Thank you, but no. My father is waiting.” She hurried away before Mr. Richards could insist. Another minute with Mr. Richards might cause her to miss speaking to Trenton altogether.

Sometimes the path to freedom is found in an unexpected future.

The Rescue

Upon the death of her mother, Rosalind Standford’s life shatters, the
pieces scattering to the wind when she is forced into a betrothal to
a cunning banker. But when a telegram arrives announcing the man who
captured her heart is on a train to Boston, Rosalind must hide her true
feelings before the thin cord of her existence unravels the deadly secrets she
keeps.

Cowboy Trent Easton returns to his roots in Boston society to find his
childhood friend, the love of his heart. Instead he finds a broken woman engaged to a man close to
her father’s age. Though she once rejected him, when Trent learns she’s in danger, he determines to do whatever it takes to keep her safe—even
taking her to the altar in the black of night. But will his name and the remote
wilds of his Texas ranch be enough to protect her? Or will freedom cost them
their lives?

Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07TTVKJVY/

Bio:

Tanya Eavenson is an international bestselling
and award-winning inspirational romance author. She enjoys spending time with
her husband and their three children. Her favorite pastime is grabbing a cup of
coffee, eating chocolate, and reading a good book. You can find her at her
website http://www.tanyaeavenson.com/

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