Questions: God’s not surprised

Welcome to A to Z! We’d love to have you join the fun, either blogging your way through the alphabet with us, or simply visiting. =) We dearly love visitors. If you’re joining in the meme, be sure to link up with us at the end of this post. Since this is a blog hop, you can grab the code for the linky down there too. Find more info about the A to Z meme here. Today’s post is brought to you by the letter Q   When I get to heaven, I have a lot of questions for God. Some questions are a little humorous: What were you thinking when you made the platypus? Why is everything that tastes so good so bad for me? What was Jesus like as a little boy? What do dogs dream about? When babies laugh in their sleep, are you tickling them? If not, what’s so funny to a newborn baby? Did animals talk in the Garden of Eden? What kind of mood were you in when you created giraffes? Some questions are more serious: Why did you make men and women so different? Why did you let such a wonderful person die so young? Why did you let such a giving, generous couple die such a horrible death at the hands of a thief? Why must so many children starve or be abused? Why didn’t you stop abortion? How has it made you feel to see animal cruelty? Most of the serious questions, as you can see, are in the “why” category. And while I do know the theological answers for them, I’m still uncomfortable with the outcomes. This world is not my home. I long for a better place. I take comfort in the fact that God is not surprised by my questions. He made me and expects me to ask them. He doesn’t want his children to check their brains at the door to follow Him. I believe in this age of reason, it’s more important than ever to explore questions and seek God’s Word in finding the answers. In this way, we can help other seekers find answers. Not all questions are negative. Here’s a question in the Bible that I’m particularly fond of: “If God is for us, who can be against us?” (Romans 8:31) What questions do you have for God? Share them with me so I can ask them, too!  Tweet this: Did animals talk in the Garden of Eden?        ...

Read More

Taking care of Mama Ellen

I’m ashamed to admit it, but my gift is not in nursing. In fact, my husband says that if he ever gets a bad disease, he’s definitely not counting on me to help him through it. And he’s right not to. I’m a lousy nurse. I have a suspicion as to why I lack the ability to nurse others. I won’t go into those here because to discuss them would require divulging secrets about other people, and I’m not into that. And it’s not that I’m not empathetic. I am, perhaps too empathetic. I can’t stand to see people suffer. In fact, when those ASPCA commercials come on TV, I have to turn the channel or I’ll cry and be depressed the rest of the day. I simply can’t handle knowing an animal is suffering. I also have to redirect my thinking on world hunger and disease on a daily basis. It causes me great despair that I don’t have enough resources to cure all that causes pain and suffering in this world. Seriously. You have no idea how much that bothers me. So, what is the main barrier to my being a good nurse? Squeamishness. When my kids got hurt growing up, if they were bleeding, I sent them to their father. It wasn’t the sight of blood that got to me. It was that I truly felt their pain. My stomach would drop to my knees. Then there’s the squeamishness of having to touch or smell icky things. And that’s where my lack of wanting to nurse Mama (my mother-in-law who lives with us) comes in. It’s not that I don’t love her. It’s not that she’s not deserving. She is a delightful person and the most appreciative woman I’ve ever known, which makes me feel even worse about my lack of desire to be her nurse. It’s this:  handling her false teeth grosses me out. It’s not that I don’t feel sympathy or compassion for her life of lost memories (she has Alzheimer’s and Dementia). It’s that bathroom accidents truly make me sick. It’s not that I feel I’m too good to handle such things. It’s that I have a tactile defensiveness to anything squishy or dirty. I thank God every day for gloves! Mr. Himself is out of town for almost two weeks. The bulk of the care he’s always done (thank God) is falling to me now. To overcome my horrid selfishness, I’m choosing to praise God as I brush her false teeth and change her into clean clothes. This is an opportunity for me to grow. I don’t like this squeamish side of me that runs from opportunities of service such as this....

Read More

You know you’re a writer when you know where all the outlets are at the hospital cafeteria…

And at the mall, and the bookstore, and the library, and anywhere else your path may lead. Because I work several jobs, I take my laptop with me everywhere I go. Sometimes, it’s a waste of energy because I may never find a bit of time to write. But most times, if I’m diligent, I can locate an outlet (because my battery needs replacing and it’s expensive) and pound out a few hundred words. I have to do this because I don’t have the luxury of hours of writing time. You’ll know you’re a writer when you’re obsessed with telling your story and you have an irritable itch to get it down on paper regardless of your schedule. Today I’m writing from the hospital cafeteria after a pastoral visit. The hospital is an hour away and I am taking advantage of some time away from home distractions to pen a few hundred words. I know where outlets are on almost every floor of this mammoth building. If they kick me out of the cafeteria, I know where I can go (should I stay that long) to find another writing nook. I’m not alone in writing this way. Agatha Christie started out writing on her breaks when she worked as a nurse — on a typewriter of all things. If she can do it, so can I. Are you a writer? Are you as obsessed as I am with getting the words down? Weigh in!  Tweet this: You know you’re a writer if you can find the...

Read More

One of my favorite historical fiction authors, Susan F. Craft, releases new book: Laurel

I’m so excited about Susan F. Craft’s new book, Laurel. I love Susan’s writing so much I read this compelling story in one sitting! I couldn’t put it down. The book is about a young couple whose daughter is kidnapped by slave runners in the backwoods of South Carolina. The couple hunts for their daughter in the wilderness and finally track her to the shores of the Atlantic at Charleston. While in Charleston, the mother, Lilyan, is recognized as a former patriot who murdered a British officer  (I won’t say why, you’ll have to read the book to find out.)  She’s thrown into jail and confined with prostitutes, thieves and murderers. Her husband, Nicholas, fights to set her free, and continue the search for their missing daughter. Susan’s writing is so good I was never distracted by writing craft while reading her book. (This happens to me sometimes as a writer.)  Instead, I lost myself in the story. It’s easy to do because Susan writes vivid description and deep internal emotion and motivation brilliantly. Susan’s extensive research and travel to the locations of her novels comes through in her writing. I truly felt I was there with Lilyan and Nicholas searching for their daughter. On her website, http://www.susanfcraft.com, she has over twenty years of research on a wide range of topics.  She says: “I knew I’d never be able to write enough novels to use all my “historical treasures,” so I decided to share and put them on my website.” You can follow Susan here: www.susanfcraft.com http://historicalfictionalightintime.blogspot.com http://colonialquills.blogspot.com http://stitchesthrutime.blogspot.com http://www.hhhistory.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/susan.craft.108 Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/susanfc/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/susanfcraft @susanfcraft Be sure to check out Susan’s other book: The Chamomile. I bought Susan’s book, Laurel, on my own. This review is my unsolicited opinion. If you want to know what makes for good historical fiction writing, read a Susan F. Craft novel! I give Laurel five big fat stars! Tweet this: Laurel by @SusanFCraft — five big fat stars!...

Read More

Tickled pink!

Welcome to A to Z! We’d love to have you join the fun, either blogging your way through the alphabet with us, or simply visiting. =) We dearly love visitors. If you’re joining in the meme, be sure to link up with us at the end of this post. Since this is a blog hop, you can grab the code for the linky down there too. Find more info about the A to Z meme here. Today’s post is brought to you by the letter P! God is so cool. The other day I was sitting in my office in my HUGE office chair. I’d bought it because it was sturdier than chairs I’d bought in the past and was hoping it would last longer. And while I did admire its sturdiness, it was just too big. I couldn’t turn it around in the little crawl space behind my desk. My office area is tiny. “Lord,” I casually whispered. “I need a smaller chair.” A few days later, Mr. Himself found this PINK CHAIR WITH DIAMONDS on sale at a furniture store marked waaaaay down! Apparently, there isn’t a great demand for pink, blinged-out office chairs! Now, Mr. Himself knew nothing of my prayer. And when I’d prayed for a smaller chair, I didn’t have anything this dramatic in mind. But God is the God of delight. He loves giving us the desires of  our hearts. I had no idea I wanted a pink office chair with diamonds. (Okay, so they’re not real diamonds. But still–they sparkle!) Pink is one of my favorite colors. Without meaning to on purpose, I tend to choose pink accessories: My love of pink is obvious. But pink’s only my second favorite color. My first favorite color is purple–and it also starts with P! I have a purple coat, leather jacket, kindle cover, purses, earrings, shirts and blouses. I usually write with a purple ink pen. I even shop at a purple store! But today, I’m tickled pink about a chair I had no idea I’d be so happy to have. I’m thankful to a God Who hears all our prayers and exceeds our expectations! (P is also for Prayer!) Tweet this: I’m tickled pink about the goodness of God!  ...

Read More