Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Inspirational Romance/Suspense at it's best! I'm tellin' you, kids, this one is g-o-o-d!
Even people who've never been to Phoenix know about the Lost Dutchman Mine in the Superstition Mountains. Countless people have searched for it, always unsuccessfully. If it exists. You know how legends go.
Landry Parker inherited her late father's business, Parker Recovery, mountainous debts and all. She accepts an offer from a wealthy widow, Winifred Winslet, to recover a map--a very special map. The original of the Lost Dutchman Mine map. A very costly ($1 Million!) document, and Mrs. Winslet is willing to pay $50,000 to whoever brings said map to her. The other whoever is really the only competition Landry has in New Orleans, one Nicolai Baptiste, a drop-dead hunk of a guy who pushes every hostile button she has.
She needs the money to get her business out of debt. He needs the cash to pay for his little sister's psychological treatment. Whoever has the map is probably the one who murdered Bartholomew Winslet. The police haven't a clue who did the deed, but are more than slightly interested in that map too.
I really loved this book. I'm pretty darn sure you will, too! Available from Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Both sellers have the electronic version FREE at this time. I don't know how long that special will last, so go grabbit! (By the way, I really think you should post a review when you're done reading!)
I received a free copy of this book from the author in return for an honest review.
Monday, July 24, 2017
"However, when He, the Spirit of truth, has come, He will guide you into all truth; for He will not speak on His own authority, but whatever He hears He will speak; and He will tell you things to come." John 16:13, NKJV
There's a hymn that means a lot to me. It's called Open My Eyes, That I May See. It was written in 1895 by Clara H. Scott, a prolific hymnwriter, not long before her untimely death in an accident.
There's nothing like the "Ah-Hah!s" the Holy Spirit gives. You'll be reading along in the Bible, and suddenly something that never struck you before makes perfect sense. It's like God speaking directly to you! That's what this song is about.
I don't expect you to take my word for it. No. Instead, I think you should ask God to speak to you from the Bible, open up the book, and read. My prayer is that the Holy Spirit will indeed illumine you. And if you're reading this, would you please try it and then tell me what happens?
If you don't want to say it in the comment section below, you can contact me directly. Do you see the words to the left of this that say "Contact Anne?" Well, below that, fill in your name and email and your message. No one will see it but me.
Meanwhile, cogitate on the verse below:
Open my eyes, that I may see
Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me;
Place in my hands the wonderful key
That shall unclasp and set me free.
Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my eyes, illumine me,
Saturday, July 22, 2017
O God, You know my foolishness; And my sins are not hidden from You. Psalm 69:5, NKJV
Did you ever think that God didn't see stupid thing you did when you were young and foolish? I'm not sure I ever thought He didn't know, but yes, there was a time when I thought He wouldn't much care one way or the other. It was my life, and I wasn't hurting anyone but myself, right? Well, I can just picture Him up there shaking His head and wondering if I'd ever come to my senses.
He does see. He's not up there with a fly swatter to swat us when we do it wrong--again! I know, just like any good parent, He wants us to be happy, but not if that happiness hurts someone else. And really? How can we be really happy if we know that our wrongdoing made someone else angry or bitter or heartbroken? Wouldn't there always be that little nudge to our consciences? Search back in your memory and see. Open your eyes and be illumined.
Oh--and what about that happiness now that will lead to disaster later? If only we'd opened our eyes and used a little wisdom...oh, but wait. I forgot. I'm talking about our young and stupid days. Those days when we wore blinders so we purposely wouldn't see.
Let me give you a for instance.
I was twenty-something. A man at work ten years my senior paid attention to me, and I was flattered and gullible. He had made a few off-handed comments that indicated he considered himself superior and his thoughts perfect, but I was pretty sure my presence would change his hard attitude to sweetness. I'd read all the right novels, and the heroines had changed their guys' lives for the better. That works in real life too, right?
And God would hide His eyes when I gave myself to the guy without marriage because I would change this man's life. Sure.
In the process of trying to change this guy, instead I hurt him. Didn't help myself either.Yes, I've been forgiven, but one thing I've found out is that every action has a reaction, and the hurt sometimes doesn't get undone. God forgave me, but did the guy? Did the other woman who cared for him get over the hurt? I don't know. Won't ever know.
If only I'd thought about action and reaction. If only I'd thought about God before myself. If only I could go back and do it over.
Lord, please free me from these "if-only's." Please work to heal those I've hurt with the best of intentions not to. Thank You, Lord. In Jesus's name, Amen.
Monday, July 17, 2017
“This month shall be your beginning of months; it shall be the first month of the year to you." Exodus 12:2, NKJV
Everybody has them, cloudy days when not one ray of sunshine can be seen anywhere. The days are dark and dreary, and you want to stay in bed with your blankie and your thumb in your mouth.
The problem comes when you yield to that wish. You hide from the world and decide that the sun will never shine again. It ain't true, folks. Remember this:
When you're feeling a little down, remember that when your clouds are at their thickest, somewhere in the world there's a beautiful sunrise or sunset. Beautiful sunrises are beautiful beginnings. Beautiful sunsets are beautiful endings--which are followed by beautiful beginnings.
Your sunrise is on the way.
Lord, You are the author of rainbows, sunsets, and especially sunrises. I love You for that. Amen.
Saturday, July 15, 2017
“Now his older son was in the field. And as he came and drew near to the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked what these things meant. And he said to him, ‘Your brother has come, and because he has received him safe and sound, your father has killed the fatted calf.’ “But he was angry and would not go in. Therefore his father came out and pleaded with him. So he answered and said to his father, ‘Lo, these many years I have been serving you; I never transgressed your commandment at any time; and yet you never gave me a young goat, that I might make merry with my friends. But as soon as this son of yours came, who has devoured your livelihood with harlots, you killed the fatted calf for him.’ Luke 15:25-30, NKJV.
Several years ago, I spoke to a church congregation about the story of the prodigal son because it's basically my story (to read the whole thing, it's Luke 15:11-42). Afterwords, one of my friends came up to me and told me that story had always bothered her. When I asked why, she said that she'd been "the good son" and felt resentful of the jerk who misbehaved (understatement) but still got rewarded, big time. She'd been the one who stayed home and took care of the farm, the parents, and in general gave her parents no reason for heartache. And what did she get for all the goodness? Nada. Nothing. Zip.
In the Biblical story and in my friend's story I see two very big issues, and it's not about who was good or who was bad or who got rewarded. It's about jealousy and pride. Can you see it?
The green monster bit the good son good and hard, and he wasn't about to forgive and forget. Instead, he went and sulked in a corner. He could have joined in the fun, eaten his fill, and loved on his brother, but that didn't happen. He was eaten up, instead. The jealousy did him no good at all. The pride didn't fill his stomach.
I'm not saying the prodigal was an angel--no, far from it, but that's another story.
How many times does pride get in your way? Your self is patting you on the back and telling you what a great job you do and you deserve a lot more credit than you're given. Self also says you should have been given what the other guy got. So you set self on a pedestal and worship it. Do you not see where this could lead? If you put self on the throne, where's God going to sit?
Before you start thinking I'm pointing a finger at you, let me assure you I've been in that boat too. Set it rocking. Sank it!
Lord, forgive us, please, for the mess we make of our lives by putting our selves on the throne where You only deserve to sit. Remind us none of us are perfect. Help us truly forgive and love while we hang that jealous, prideful self out the high window with a long rope! In Jesus's Name and for His sake alone, Amen.
Friday, July 14, 2017
This is an inspirational love story set in the mid-1800s. The story was quite enjoyable.
Charlene Trumbel is a young woman bordering on spinsterhood and convinced she is not marriageable material because of vision difficulties. She trips over and runs into things. Her father refuses to let her have the spectacles recommended by her tutor, and her stepmother constantly castigates her for her clumsiness.
Charlene is determined to make a difference in children's lives and in her own. She decides to help take orphan children from New York City to the midwest where they will hopefully be adopted or at least employed. The problem is that, with her abysmal vision, she can't keep track of or protect the children.
She's rescued by a young street urchin, Andy, who she feeds and befriends. She convinces Andy to accompany her on the train and be her eyes. He accepts, delighted to be her assistant, and he takes his responsibility seriously. On the train, she meets another passenger (not hardly an orphan), Bronson Jacobs, and he also quickly comes to her and the children's aid.
This is a fun and entertaining story, and you can pick up your copy from Amazon or Barnes and Noble.
I received a copy of this book free from the author in return for an honest review.
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Long story shortened considerably: Sam Cooper is well known for taking on the hard fund-raising tasks, but this one could be a big challenge. An old lady is about to lose her property because some big-wig wants to put a street through her living room. Add to that that the property and house are severely neglected--not because Mrs. Remmington doesn't care but because she just can't afford it. Add to that that the city council and city offices seem to be in the bigwig's pocket.
It won't just take hundreds of dollars. No, more like tens of thousands of dollars and a lot of help in record time. Looks impossible. Go Sam!
Available from Amazon.
I was given a free copy of this book in return for an honest review.