Betty Thomason Owens

Comfort Food is on the Menu

2011-10-11T19:02:00.000-04:00

It’s raining leaves.

At least that’s how it looks. Summer has officially ended. As the weather cools, my instincts kick in. Time for comfort food. Summer’s sandwiches and salads were nice, but there is nothing like a good, hot meal to chase away autumn’s first chill.

What is your favorite comfort food? I posted this question on my Facebook page and got a variety of answers. Chili. A big pot of pinto beans with homemade cornbread. Anything my momma cooks. Okay, that one came from one of my sons.

Homemade chicken and dumplings, roast beef and whipped potatoes with rich, dark gravy. Potato soup and crispy cornbread. White beans and turnip greens.

Hungry yet? One thing all of these have in common, besides being high in calories? Homemade.

Nothing beats it. Just like Mom used to make (if Mom could cook). But I’m not going there. This kind of weather makes you want to settle in with a bowl of something hot and delicious. My favorite? Homemade chicken and dumplings. Do you have a favorite that I didn’t mention? Leave me a comment to cast your vote. Happy Fall!

A Frivolous Waste of Time?

2011-08-04T19:44:00.000-04:00

A writer friend took the summer off to devote to her family. And she had some serious soul-searching to do.

“What am I doing?” She asked herself. “Am I just wasting my time with my head in the clouds? Writing frothy fiction to entertain overstuffed saints?” When she shared this with me, she looked me in the eye. “Is this just a frivolous waste of time?”

Wow. Those words hit me hard. How often have I thought the same thing? Wondered if I was on the right track, or chasing a fancy.

Serious soul-searching is best done in God’s presence. I presented it to Him. As soon as I spoke the words aloud, a thought occurred to me. A question, really. Actually two questions. “Is a beautiful painting a frivolous waste of time? Is a well-written symphony a frivolous waste of time?”

Creativity, art—or at least the doing of it—can sometimes seem like a shallow pursuit. What great meaning does the work have? Does it stir you? Does it speak to your inner man? It doesn’t always have to. Sometimes you just need to laugh, so you read a humorous story, or watch a funny movie. But during those times when you seek growth or spiritual renewal, you hunger for something with more depth.

Read a great novel or watch a well-crafted movie, and it stirs your creativity. Stroll through an art gallery or listen to your favorite music. It can calm your teeming soul.

It all comes down to a very personal decision. A call. A gifted writer crafts a story that captures readers and takes them to another place. Skillfully touches hearts and feeds hungry souls. My writer friend has that kind of gift. I hope she’ll find her way back. Maybe she’ll read this, see herself and know, God has given us the power to create beautiful things. Perhaps it’s because He loves beautiful things.

Interview with author Linda Yezak

2011-07-02T08:19:00.002-04:00

It's easy to admire someone like Linda Yezak. As a writer, she excels. Her debut novel, Give the Lady a Ride is making waves in the world of Christian fiction. As any author knows, writing the story is just the beginning. Making it shine is a lot of work. Even then, the work's not done. Just like a birth, once the baby's here, the real labor begins. Thank you, Linda for allowing me to interview you and help promote your book!

Who has been your shining star throughout this venture?

I’d have to divide the venture into stages to answer this accurately, because I’ve had several shining stars–way too many to enumerate. God has been good to me!

So, in the writing stage, it was author K. M. Weiland, whose sharp eye and gentle direction helped me refine the story. Katie has been an incredible source of encouragement throughout the entire process, but especially when I was writing. She still is.

In the early cyber-promotion stage, it was Joy Tamsin David, influencer extraordinaire. From the moment she discovered Give the Lady a Ride was coming out, she gave me guidance about the best romance blogs to submit it to for great reviews. The bulk of my amazon sales were due to her advice.

In the physical marketing stage, Mom and Billy have to share the limelight. You just can’t beat the efforts of a mother who’s proud of her daughter, or a husband who’s proud of his wife.

These are my brightest stars, but as I said there are so many others–not to mention a certain Betty Thomason Owens who has been an avid supporter since day one!

What is your highpoint memory from the moment the book went live until now?

Wow. Tough one. I think it would have to be the look on my 79-year-old mother’s face when she held the book for the first time. She cried, of course. Then, after I read the dedication to her (she has Macular Degeneration and can no longer read), she cried again. It was sweet and emotional, and it makes me happy to have her so proud of me.

When did you think you may have “knocked one out of the ballpark”? Whose great review blew you away?

Monte Alkire, a rancher and rodeo team roper in Illinois, read my book and gave me his impression in detail. (Yes, I have male readers. That surprised me, but those I’ve heard from really liked the book.) The fact that he found my depictions of ranch life, rodeo, and cowboys accurate is the biggest pat on the back I’ve received, and I’ve received some wonderful pats. Monte believes the book is Hallmark quality and thinks I should submit it. I’d certainly love to try. He sent his review in an email, so I couldn’t post it anywhere but Facebook (and my blog–I didn’t think of that!), but the fact he wrote it at all is a great honor.

Where to now? Future plans?

I’m still debating a sequel to Ride, and I’m almost finished with my second novel, The Cat Lady’s Secret. I’m also co-authoring a thriller with a friend, and I’m anxious to see that one finished. I enjoyed writing Ride, but I’d also like to write suspense/thrillers (probably under a different name) and women’s fiction.

Aside from my writing, Billy and I enjoyed our times at the festivals so much, we’re planning to add a few more–fall festivals. Or spring. But definitely, no more summer festivals! At the Polish Days in Bremond, Texas, I included the books of some author friends whose works I’d read and could comfortably endorse. I enjoyed selling theirs as much as I did selling mine, so I’ll continue to add other books to my traveling bookstore.

How does it feel to be a superstar (if only for a moment)?

The word “stunning” is accurate, despite the fact it is often misused. I’m always stunned when someone seems enthusiastic to meet me. At the Blueberry Festival, someone rushed over to me, all excited, and exclaimed, “You’re her!” as if I were some Broadway star. She had read my book and enjoyed it. At the Polish festival, people asked to have their pictures taken with me. That floored me. I’m amazed every time something like this happens.

Thanks for interviewing me, Betty. You’re one of the stars God blessed me with, and I’m forever thankful for you!

For more information about Linda Yezak, visit:
777 Peppermint Place, AuthorCulture

The Gift of Invisibility

2011-06-24T22:43:00.000-04:00

Have you ever wished you could just disappear when the pressures of life close in? At work, when someone’s looking for you? At home when the kids are driving you crazy? What if it was really possible?

Some say it is. In this article from Wired Science, I read about the existence of “invisibility crystals.” Potter fans say all you need is a cloak. Well, there’s an actual invisibility cloak according to this article by Charles Q. Choi, Invisibility Cloak: Now you see it, now you don’t.

In The Hobbit (J.R.R. Tolkien) a ring rendered Bilbo invisible. There was also an elven cloak later in The Lord of the Rings that enabled its wearer to blend into his or her surroundings. And of course, there’s the Bible. There were incidences in the Bible when saints disappeared, some to reappear in another place. Catholic believers will remember several of the ancient saints practiced the gift of invisibility. Eastern religions also spoke of it.

Jael of Rogan, the heroine of my fantasy novels, practices invisibility. She discovers the gift quite by accident. It comes in handy several times. In The Lady of the Haven, she “fades into the background.” That’s a talent I could use at work. In the second book, A Gathering of Eagles, she learns to travel while invisible. Think of the gas you’d save!

Father's Day - A Dedication

2011-06-11T22:55:00.000-04:00

On the way home from Mom's house today, I ran into heavy traffic. Spur of the moment, I turned off the main road onto a back road I knew would take me across country to my subdivision. This was a one-lane road, with a gravel shoulder just in case you meet another vehicle. It is definitely a road less traveled. I didn't expect to meet another vehicle and I wasn’t disappointed.

The road twists and turns through woods and fields with steep inclines. Driving down this beautiful stretch of back road through deeply shaded woods and bright green open meadows, I was reminded of the Robert Frost poem, "...the woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep...and miles to go before I sleep." I took a few minutes to breathe and remember. Sometimes, when you’re really busy, you just get tired. I needed a second wind.

Mom, Dad and Thomas, 2006

Mom and I had visited Dad's grave. The picture you see here is the last one taken of him. Mom's holding little Thomas, their great grandson and Dad's namesake. Thomas will be five next week. Yesterday would have been Dad’s 80th birthday. He may never know I honored him with a visit, but I know. I miss him.

I have chosen a road less traveled in another area of my life. It's not an easy road, but it's one I've chosen and I mean to pursue it to the end. It will require study and hard work to achieve it, but I know I can do it and I'm not giving up. I think Dad would be proud.

Jael of Rogan, Lady of the Haven

2011-05-17T18:10:00.003-04:00

Jael of Rogan grew up an only child. After her mother's abduction and brutal murder, her grandmother and great-grandmother stepped in to raise her. Her father, Jon Rogan and grandfather Justus were called Deliverers and revered as heroes. Both were often away for long periods of time.

She was named by her grandmother Deborah, in honor of an ancient heroine. Together they dwelt in a remote river haven at the base of the Grand Touri Mountains, near the Falls of Verani. Sailmakers by trade and healers by calling, Deborah knew every indigenous herb by sight and cultivated many of them in her kitchen garden. She trained Jael to follow in her footsteps.

When she was sixteen, Jael's father was killed by an evil magistrate. Her grandmother wasted away and finally died of a broken heart. Jael was left on her own in the mystical haven.

Thus begins the story of a young woman's harrowing journey. She seeks protection from her enemy, Torin Dugold--the evil magistrate who killed her mother and father. What she finds is a life she'd never dared to imagine.

The Lady of the Haven is soon to be released as an ebook. Link to this page for updates, or join me on Facebook and Twitter.

Happy Mother's Day!

2011-05-06T19:27:00.003-04:00

Today, I gave my mom a Mother's Day Gift. The hardcover/dust jacket version of my latest novel, A Gathering of Eagles. When she found the dedication page with the words "For Mom," she said, "For me?" I nodded. She teared up. Then she said, "Is this in all the books?"

Yes. She has been honored in all the books. All her friends will see it. She has bragging rights. With two little words, I think I made her happy. For about five minutes--until the UPS guy arrived with a Camellia bush from my big brother. Ah, we are still competing. Mike, if you're reading this, you know I have to one-up you now. I know it's not a competition, but sometimes a little contest is just fun. I love my big brother and he knows that. So, we're on.

I have another little contest coming up and it's an easy one. Next week, I will give away one copy of both my books, The Lady of the Haven and A Gathering of Eagles (both in softcover). All you have to do is leave a short comment, either here on this blogpost, or on my fan page for A Gathering of Eagles. If you want to be included in the book giveaway, be sure to mention that in your comment. On Friday, May 13th (I am not superstitious--I am not superstitious--knock on wood) I will announce the winner of the double book giveaway. Hint: You can click on the facebook badge to the right of this post to get to the fanpage.

All of those who have entered and/or "liked" my fan page will be included in the final drawing for a $25 Amazon Gift Card.

Just Around the Corner

2011-05-02T21:56:00.001-04:00

As I write this, Ralph Macchio is doing the quick-step with his partner on Dancing With The Stars. I was so impressed with their performance, I had to stop and look. The Karate Kid can dance. Some people seem to ooze talent. It seems they can do anything. I'm a little bit jealous. They make even the difficult steps look so easy.

But I know a lot of hard work goes into that perfection. In the past few years, I have become acquainted with several multi-published authors. These ladies work hard and it shows. They've studied their craft. They've done the research. I get to reap the benefits. I read the final product and feel inspired to keep working, keep learning.

I don't know if my work will ever compare to some of these authors. I hope so.

In just a couple of days, I'll be offering a free copy of the book, Stars Collide by Janice Hanna Thompson. She is one of those authors who has definitely perfected her craft. What I like about her writing is the overall attitude. I love to read a book that leaves me feeling happy.

She's the kind of writer I definitely want to be when I grow up. Yeah, I'm pretty much "grown up" chronologically, but as a writer--I need another growth spurt.

Watch for the give-away and in the meantime, click on the Facebook badge for my fanpage (A Gathering of Eagles) for more details.

A Gathering of Eagles is ON SALE!

2011-04-23T11:22:00.000-04:00

You can now order A Gathering of Eagles at Amazon.com! It is available in both softcover and Hardcover.

Bookmark this blog--for information about the book and upcoming contests and giveaways. Prizes will include a $25 Amazon gift card and a copy of Give the Lady a Ride by Linda Yezak. More information to follow.

Book Review: Give the Lady a Ride, by Linda Yezak

2011-04-05T18:59:00.000-04:00

As soon as I opened Give the Lady a Ride, I knew I was in for a treat. A big treat—big as Texas. From the rollicking chapter headings to the barbed wire section breaks, this book promised good-natured romantic fun and it delivered.

The well-crafted story reads with a definite western drawl. Pure pleasure. The author did a wonderful job of setting the scene and pulling the reader in. She described the rodeo bull-riding scenes so perfectly (not too much) my senses kicked in. I was there.

New Yorkers Patricia Talbert and her friend Marie Lambeau land in Texas, smack dab in the middle of a working ranch, which Patricia has inherited from her uncle. The plan is to check out the place and get it ready to sell. But these two city slickers soon find reasons to delay their departure. Two good-looking reasons. Cowboys. Bull-riding cowboys.

Patricia, campaign manager for her senator father, falls in love as much with Texas and ranching as with Talon Carlson, foreman of the Circle Bar Ranch. But it's not all fun-in-the-sun, as Patricia quickly learns. There are a few barbed wire fences to cross along the way. Sometimes strength and determination are not enough. Sometimes it takes faith. And when you follow your heart, it's almost always worth the journey.

If you’re looking for a good summer read to take to the beach, this is a great choice. I’ve got only one warning. Once you start it, you won’t want to put it down. You may have it read before you ever get to the beach.

I’m keeping this one. I want to read it again, but more slowly this time. Maybe.

Changes, Updates & A New Address

2011-03-31T20:16:00.002-04:00

Some changes are exciting. A new job, a new baby, a new home...

Now my blog has a new address, as I begin the transition to my website. Instead of www.veranihaven.blogspot.com, you'll find me at www.bettythomasonowens.com. No worries! If you use the old address, you'll be rerouted to the new one.

There'll be other changes, as well. A new format is coming. You'll meet some new people, stay in touch with old friends. You'll be able to communicate with me directly, simply by clicking a link on my site.

These are busy days and people don't visit their friends and neighbors as much as they used to, so I hope you'll stop by often. And keep your eyes open for news about the release of A Gathering of Eagles.

Coming in April: My review of Give the Lady a Ride by Linda Yezak. You'll love this one! And not long after that, Linda Yezak will be here! Well, she'll be posting an article on my blog. So in honor of Linda Yezak and Give the Lady a Ride, "ya'll come back now!"

2011-03-24T20:21:00.001-04:00

Jael, from A Gathering of Eagles

Just one small glitch away from approval on the cover art for A Gathering of Eagles! It's so close, and I'm so excited.

No one understands this joy more than a fellow writer. In just a few days, I will welcome a guest to my blog. Her name is Linda Yezak, author of Give the Lady a Ride. I hope you'll drop back by.

Prelude to a Gathering of Eagles: The Apostle, Part II

2011-03-05T21:11:00.005-05:00

Crispus, a young man of Roman birth stayed with Patrick until the end. He looked after the old man and learned many things from him. More than anything, he longed to see the lands that Patrick had seen. From this elderly teacher, he learned the Anglican language and even wrote the last few missives that Patrick sent across the Great Sea.

As he lay dying, Patrick said to Crispus. “If you go to the North young friend, take the scrolls with you. Any that you can bear to part with, leave with the young Prince William. He was greatly interested in them. He will ascend to the throne after his father. He will rule well, because he has a heart for God.”

   A fortnight after Patrick joined his forefathers, Crispus boarded a sailing vessel to cross the Great Sea. He carried the precious scrolls in a large chest, which he had borne upon his own shoulders thus far. As the sun set and darkness descended, he stood on the deck and watched as the stars made their appearance. His soul swelled with the excitement of his journey. Something wonderful awaits.

   The Verani ran smooth and sleek as a mirror. An early morning mist lent an ethereal quality as Crispus looked over the vast basin. Strange sounds filled his ears as indigenous birds lifted their voices in concert. He sat down on a rock and closed his eyes.
   “Heavenly Father, I thank you. You have sent me to such a place, its wild beauty far surpasses anything I have ever seen. I pray that I will be ever vigilant in my calling, to feed the flock and further spread the message of the gospel of Christ. I thank you for your guidance and protection as I walk into the unknown.”
   A loud splash followed by an odd creaking noise, woke him from his morning meditation. An old wooden flatboat plied into view. It seemed too old and rickety to be navigable. The man who guided it was equally old and rickety, and as he approached, he grinned, revealing a mouth devoid of teeth except for one right in front. He seemed a jolly creature and Crispus warmed to him at once.

“Be ye a goin’ t’other side, man?”

“I am if you will take me.”

“Aye—fer a small sum. Have ye any animals ‘n such?”

“Just a pack mule.” Crispus pointed to a yew tree several feet away. “He’s tethered, yonder.”

“Good. Takes two trips fer more ’n one animal. M’boat’s a bit skewy these days.”

Crispus arched his brows. This was going to take about as much faith as Peter walking on the water. He brought his mule forward and stepped carefully into the boat. The mule balked at first, but with the boatman’s help, he managed it. The old man cast off and then tossed a pole to Crispus. “I’d welcome a bit of help, be ye of a mind.”
“I am happy to help.” If that will speed our journey. The leaky vessel seemed none too steady.

After a bit, the old man glanced back at Crispus. “Ye ain’t from around here, ere ye?”

Crispus shook his head. “I am not, good sir.”

“Where ye goin’?”

“I am seeking a place to make a brief sojourn, until I get my bearings. Then I will continue to the coast.”

“Well, since ye be not from these parts, I will tell ye—ye’ll want to go west when ye reaches the far shore. Don't ye go east to the rocks.
'Tis a cursed place.”

Crispus straightened. “Cursed?”

“Aye, allus has been.” He settled in, to rest a bit, while he told his tale. “Many years a family dwelt there, by name a Rogan, but they was a odd bunch. They met a bad end, they did. It’s a strange and mystical place, some say. Only ones at ever was able to stay there, was them Rogans.”

“It’s to the East, you say?”

“Aye, pressed up hard agin the Dolor Heights.” He removed his hat and mopped his brow with his forearm. “Ah, Dolor—now there’s another cursed place—though I hear tell things is better of late.” He grinned again. “Vah done smiled on them again, I reckon.”

As the meaning of the man’s words became clear, Crispus nodded his understanding. The man's speech was a difficult to understand. Probably a different dialect of the same language Crispus had learned from Patrick. The occasional word thrown in was unmistakably of Hebrew origin, like the word for God, ‘Vah. Crispus squinted into the far horizon. These must be the ones of whom Patrick spoke! Or perhaps they were the ones descended from the Hebrews? The flatboat hit against the far shore. He steadied himself with the pole.

The old man chuckled. “Ye done all right.”

Crispus handed him a coin and nodded. “I did not catch your name.”

“I gave it not. ‘Tis Jeb—short for Jebuel—I be named fer some long ago, long forgotten pater.”

Ah, it is the Hebrew, then. “Well, good day Jebuel, and may God bless you.”

“And you, young gent. Mind what I say noo, get ye west.”

"Aye, sir," Crispus said, but he fully intended to do just the opposite. He found the idea of a cursed piece of ground absolutely fascinating.

Prelude to A Gathering of Eagles: The Apostle, Part I

2011-02-23T22:03:00.002-05:00

The Ancient Ones had all departed this world by the time Patrick died. He was the last of that number. Nearly 120 summers had passed since his birth. Patrick was not his real name, it was the name given him by an Anglican king. The people of the North could not get their tongues around the name Patrocles.

Patrick had struggled to learn the language and taught the northerners many things in return. He carried a gift to them from the land of his fathers—a message of truth—a life-giving message. He spoke to them of the Son of God and they eagerly accepted the truth of his message, for he possessed copies of letters received from the Ancients, documenting the truth of the events he taught. In turn, he was loved and revered by them. To this day, they still speak of him with respect. They call him “The Apostle.”

At the age of 110, he returned to his native Palestine from the northern kingdom, to live out his last days. Though wars and pestilence were widespread, he lived in virtual peace in the wilderness and told his stories to whoever stopped by to listen. Stories of barren lands and barbarous peoples, stories of life and love, recounted in a singsong voice.

“They were a wondrous race,” he said. “They sang the psalms of the fathers, learned from a man called Jebuel, a son of David, who’d traveled there in days of old seeking refuge from the great dearth. He it was who first sang the songs to his children and they in turn sang them to their children. The songs spread throughout the kingdom.” He smiled as he leaned in close and pointed a gnarled finger at a child’s nose. “Imagine my great surprise when I came to understand their words, to hear a psalm of David being sung in an Anglican tongue. I was greatly encouraged. They believed in the Father, so of course, they must hear of the Son. I gave them my testimony.

“I told them: When I was a child, the Son of God walked upon the earth. He followed the paths of men and taught great truths. Many followed him, listening to every word that proceeded from his mouth. My mother sent me after him, to hear of his truthful sayings. I carried with me, a basket of loaves and fishes so that I would not get hungry. My mother knew I may be gone for some time, you see. There were many hundreds of men who traveled with us, who had not planned so well. There were women and children besides.

“When the hour grew late, they were hungry, but they were far away from the town and there was no food. This is how much they loved the teachings of this man. They would not leave and give up their place, even for the sake of their bellies. He asked for food and I gave him mine. It was all I had, but I was willing to share. He blessed it and gave it to his men to divide among the many. How great was my surprise when it fed them all and there was somewhat left over.” He shook his head. “It was a miracle. But there were many in those days.”

Review of The Lady of the Haven

2011-01-28T20:01:00.001-05:00

The Lady of the Haven is a fantasy with a wonderful heroine, Jael, who is thrust on a quest. This fascinating story is more grounded than most fantasies, and sure to please all fantasy fans and anyone who enjoys an excellent adventure. The characters are all three-dimensional and well-developed and described in enough detail to allow the reader to “see” everyone as the scenes unfold. All of the settings and the “world” are described in a believable manner. The dialogue is just right for the story.

The plot has many layers, twisting and turning in often surprising ways. The author did a terrific job with this book. I hope the author is promoting the book in all the ways she can. There are many fantasy sites on the Internet that should hear about this book.

Coming Soon

The second Lady of the Haven Novel:

A Gathering of Eagles.

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Happy New Year!

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And here she is. Jael of Rogan, Lady of the Haven, Princess of Coldthwaite. The daughter of a mythical savior. Married to a mighty warrior. Cloaked in mystery.
She is a woman who listens to her own heart and follows after the man she loves. Of all of my characters in all of the stories I have written, she is my favorite.

Modern Day "Loaves & Fishes" Story

2010-12-27T18:28:00.001-05:00

Received via email from Carolyn Gabor:

I recently started working for a friend who is Activities Director at a nursing home. On my first day, I was humbled by the very poor conditions of the residents. Some of them are so poor. Most of them rarely or never have a visitor come to see them. My friend told me that six of these residents were the poorest of poor. Some get around 40 dollars a month to spend for clothes, extras and personal items, but these six do not get that. They get nothing at all. One only has two shirts in her closet.

Christmas donations were down this year, and although St. X school, DePaul School, Home Instead and a few other organizations had helped out with gifts, there would not be enough for all the residents to have a gift for Christmas. My friend had put up an angel tree in the nursing home, and many workers adopted a resident to buy a gift for them, but these workers get paid very little, and many are also poor themselves, so the need was still great. To make matters worse, during this time, the State of Kentucky closed down another nursing home in Louisville, and over 20 new residents were sent to this home, adding to the number of residents in need.

When I heard this, I told my friend not to worry. “God knows, and He will provide gifts for all the residents.” I posted a message on my facebook status, asking people to give. I sent a text message to all of my friends in my phone address book and made phone calls. Several people responded and 8 people were able to help over 30 residents by providing gifts. One even sent gifts all the way from Illinois.

When my daughter Jessica came home from college, I took her with me to visit the nursing home. The director and I began talking about how we needed to start getting donations. We intended to knock on doors and solicit businesses in the area. Jessica said she would help.

My friend was very concerned, because Christmas was less than two weeks away. She worried that there would not be enough for the residents. Once again, I assured her not to worry. God would provide and it was going to come easily.

That day, a friend of mine came to drop off her gifts at the nursing home. When she heard of the need, she immediately got on the phone, called her husband and friends and promised to return bearing gifts.

The next day the activities director went out and received donations from businesses and a couple of area churches. My daughter Jessica started her search by talking to her father and her grandmother, who asked her to write an email explaining the need. Jessica wrote the email and sent it off to her grandmother, Gaye. Gaye forwarded the email to her church group. That email caught the attention of a man who called me and asked if he could give the residents gift cards (anonymously) and asked if he could include a Christian card with the gifts. I immediately said yes. He went on to say, his Bible study group had been looking for a family to help. When he saw the email from Jessica, he was so moved, he knew this was the family they were meant to help. The men's bible study group provided eight 25 dollar gift cards. The caller told me he wanted to personally give 100 dollar gift cards to the six residents who did not have anything. He brought them over that very day.

The next day, “Anonymous” called me again. He had a friend who also wanted to donate gift cards, and other gift items. He said they would meet me at the nursing home on Tuesday. In the meantime, I received a call from Gaye who said she could donate 100 dollars if we could do the shopping. A few days later, Gaye sent me a message. Her friend Helen saw the email and wanted to donate to help the residents of the nursing home. She would bring 100 dollars to the nursing home that very morning. On the Tuesday morning before Christmas, I went to the home to meet with “Anonymous,” his friend, and Helen. I brought the 100 dollars from Gaye.

When I got to the nursing home, my friend Cathy showed up with 4 large totes and a large box full of lotions, shower gels, music CDs, games, puzzle books, brushes, combs, tins of cookies, sugar free candy, blankets, jewelry, and many more gifts. She and her husband Terry had collected these gifts, along with money to buy gifts for the residents.

While she was there, “Anonymous” arrived with his friend Jerry, who owns several stores. Jerry gave twenty 20-dollar gift cards, 80 ceramic angels, 50 large hand lotions, and gift bags. While they were there, the man prayed for us, for the nursing home residents, and for Jessica. I could see how moved Jerry was and he asked if he could do more. I said we could use some additional gift bags. He asked if we could use socks. We said yes, the residents loved new socks and could always use them. He promised to return.

Meanwhile, one of the resident’s family members arrived with two more gifts and also gave 100 dollars. While she was there, yet another visitor came in with 14 sets of hand knitted shawls and lap blankets. As soon as she’d left, “Anonymous” and Jerry returned with over 250 pairs of soft fuzzy socks for the women and black sport socks for the men. They also had a large box of gift bags.

My friend, who is normally very professional, was overwhelmed and tearfully exclaimed, “This reminds me of the miracle of the loaves and fishes.”

I called my husband Jim and daughter Jessica to tell them the good news and Jessica said, “This reminds me of the miracle of the loaves and fishes.”

God provides and with His provision, there are no limits! Every resident at the nursing home will not only have a gift for Christmas, they will have an abundance of gifts. God is awesome!

Remember those less fortunate. You too can bring a smile to someone's face. And when you do, your own heart is warmed by God's grace.

Happy Holidays!

2010-12-24T08:29:00.000-05:00

As promised, I have uploaded a major portion of the cover of A Gathering of Eagles --the artist's rendition of Prince William du Frain, in warrior garb. In A Gathering of Eagles, the prince is called into action and must travel a great distance in pursuit of an enemy who threatens all he holds dear. You'll notice a portion of Jael's face in the background, with her beautiful blue cape.

Thanks for stopping by. Have a wonderful holiday, enjoy your families and drop by again next week when I "sneak another Major peek" at the cover art for A Gathering of Eagles, the second Lady of the Haven novel!

Riding Forth to Battle

2010-12-16T17:16:00.000-05:00

I'm enjoying an unplanned day off from work after an ice storm. Good time to catch up on the latest news and allow you one last "sneak peek" before I make a major reveal for the holidays.

I hope to have the release date soon for A Gathering of Eagles. In the meantime, watch this blog for special offers and giveaways.

Happy Holidays!

A Gathering of Eagles

2010-12-09T16:42:00.000-05:00

Here's the next sneak peek at the cover art for A Gathering of Eagles, the second Lady of the Haven novel.

Coming in 2011!

This beautiful artwork was designed and created by Carolyn Ardonne Gabor.

Yellow Cat

2010-12-03T09:51:00.000-05:00

Looks can be deceiving. This ordinary yellow cat saved a man’s life. The story can be found in my latest release, A Gathering of Eagles. Watch this blog for more details.

Yellow Cat

Sneak-a-Peek at the Cover Art

2010-11-26T21:23:00.000-05:00

Prince William, the warrior

Hope you had a joyous holiday!

As promised, Sneak #2:
Cover art for A Gathering of Eagles, in production now. Watch for more sneak peeks...

Happy Thanksgiving!

2010-11-18T20:17:00.000-05:00

I have so much to be thankful for this year! After many months of fine-tuning, A Gathering of Eagles is finally on its way!

You're looking at the very first "sneak peek" at the cover art for the second Lady of the Haven novel.

I'll reveal a little bit more next week. Have a wonderful holiday!

Coming Soon!

2010-08-26T15:52:00.000-04:00

A Gathering of Eagles

Sent on a mission to reunite a war-torn kingdom, Jael and William will face a darker enemy than either has ever encountered. Will their marriage survive?
A Gathering of Eagles — the continuation of the story begun in The Lady of the Haven, follows the newly married Prince William and Lady Jael on a mission into the rugged Touri Mountains, to the city of Cragmorton, where they will endeavor to return honor and unity to the once proud citizens.
When Lady Jael’s peace is interrupted by a dark vision, it is fulfilled in the personage of a vile enemy from a distant land who pillages and destroys everything in his path. Prince William must lead his men into battle again and Lady Jael must learn to lead a kingdom, without him.

2010-08-26T06:54:00.000-04:00

The Lady of the Haven—Imagine a time when the Message was new; a time when apostles still roamed the earth. Deep in the wilds of the northern regions beyond the Great Sea, lay pockets of believers, flourishing under the blessings of a mighty Saviour. This is the story of one such body of believers living in a mythical kingdom and the woman who discovers it. Born of an ancient Hebrew family, Jael of Rogan struggles in the beginning with the Message. But as she learns to love the followers of this Way, she meets the Author and all of her doubts disappear. Stalked by a canny bounty hunter, captured and enslaved by cattle rustlers, knocked unconscious by her rescuers, Jael is barely recognizable, by the time she reaches her destination.

The Story Continues . . .

Pointed Teeth and the Undead—

2010-07-11T22:56:00.000-04:00

This fascination with vampires is unnerving! Okay, I suppose that’s a little dramatic. I really don’t like it, I’m not fond of vampires, never have been. Even good-looking ones, wolves in sheep’s clothing, if you ask me. I read a little bit of the popular first book and it was very well written, but I don’t like vampires. They creep me out.

I don’t like zombies either and was really repulsed by the classic novels (Miss Elizabeth Bennett!) turned into zombie fests! What a time to be living in. It can be so exciting and then suddenly turn into something horrific. I am probably overreacting and this is just the next step up from the witches and wizards that were so popular in the last decade. What’s next? Kind of scared to ask that question...

I remember an old black and white movie I saw on TV as a kid about a woman (a shape-shifter) who turned into a black panther and terrorized a village. It killed a woman and all you saw was a pool of blood under the door. I was traumatized for days! I had nightmares, and that is so tame by today’s standards.

I, like many of you, grew up watching television and I can appreciate a good movie and a good story. I depend on people liking good stories and there are so many out there now and so many wonderful writers, God is in the midst. I am interested to see what He is doing.

By the way, the last vampire movie I saw had George Hamilton in it, so it’s been a while. I didn’t like it much either, though it was a comedy (a very silly one). Be careful out there, little ones. It’s too easy to get “sucked in” to a world full of darkness dressed up to look like lightness.

Teetering on the Edge of Reality

2010-05-13T22:36:00.001-04:00

I grew up thinking Science Fiction was about spaceships and aliens. Fantasy was dragons, elves and Prince Charming riding a white horse. How do you define fantasy?

In literary circles Fantasy is often paired with Sci-Fi, though it may seem quite different. Fantasy could actually happen. Dragons did exist at one time (dinosaurs?) and I live in the home of the Derby, so I see elves all the time. Okay, they're jockeys, but they look like elves to someone as tall as me. Princes exist, of course and they do sometimes ride white horses, and fly helicopters, apparently.

If you have studied history, you're aware that some pretty fantastic things happened from time to time. Things that were outside of normal day-to-day existence. Wars were won that should not have been won and ordinary men like Alvin York, accomplished seemingly impossible feats.

Much of what was Science Fiction when I was a child, has now become reality. Men have walked on the moon. We have sent probes to Mars. The space shuttle makes regular trips to a space station. And I am typing this post on a computer no bigger than a book that sits on my lap.

As a child, I lived in a fantasy-filled world. We moved often and I was shy. Many times I was my only BFF. I roamed the countryside in an idyllic time when that was a safe thing to do and I dreamed of days gone by. I was an Indian princess, I was Juliet, I was Maid Marion or Lady Guinevere. Characters met in the pages of books.

The Lady of the Haven is Fantasy, but could almost be historical romance. It is teetering on the edge of reality. The Haven's anomalies could be explained scientifically, like the Bermuda Triangle (there is also a sort of "triangle" in the Sierra Mountains). In A Gathering of Eagles Jael, though no longer in the Haven, discovers some of the same phenomena have followed her.

The appeal of fantasy is undeniable. We can live out our dreams and desires through the pages of a book or the scenes of a finely crafted movie. Sometimes we find that our dreams and desires are achievable and then the fantasy becomes reality.

My desire is that my readers will come to this realization. Sometimes the only limits are the ones we place on ourselves. Release the limits and give yourself up to your dreams. And while you're at it, if you're going to dream, dream big!

Sisters Forever

2010-04-02T12:05:00.000-04:00

Sisters are sisters forever. I’ve heard that said, though I never experienced it, since I had none. I observed the closeness between my aunts, Dad’s two sisters. Though sometimes one complained about the other, their love for one another was undeniable.

The family was closer than most because of a tragedy that occurred early in their lives. Dad was the youngest and he was only two when his father was killed. Their mother struggled to keep the family together, to raise four children on her own in the early thirties. It was difficult and several times, folks offered to take Frances, but she would not give her up.

Through this hardship, the children learned to depend upon one another. The siblings were codependent in a way. The bond between them and their mother was very strong and would remain so all their lives.

So it was not really surprising that these two sisters would pass into eternity so close together. Aunt Jen (top right) died on Friday, Aunt Fran (lower left with me) died early Monday morning. The family, though devastated, had to admit it was fitting. All the siblings and their mother are together now. I miss them all.

I miss their voices, so often filled with laughter. They learned to laugh through their difficulties and they had plenty, some self-made, over the years.

They passed along to their children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, a spirit of love and happiness. They passed a deep trust in God and a love for one another. I feel very blessed to have known them.

I think Aunt Jen stopped off and picked up Aunt Fran on the way out. That would be just like her. When I visited her in the hospital for the last time, the first thing she said to me was, “Have you been to see Fran?” That was Aunt Jen. She was always thinking of others.

Due Diligence for Morning Glories

2010-03-07T14:08:00.000-05:00

One spring, my neighbor planted morning glories in her garden. She dug a hole, dropped in some seeds, and covered them up with soil.

We had a rather dry spring and though she checked on the seeds from time to time, nothing happened to them. No sprout, no vine, no glorious blooms. She was gravely disappointed. “They must have been bad seeds,” she said.

Fall came and with it, more rain than usual, followed by a winter of heavy snows that lay on the ground for weeks. Spring was blessed with rain as well and when my neighbor went out to clean away the winter debris, she found to her surprise and delight, morning glories sprouting.

There are several hard-shelled seeds like morning glories and sweet peas, whose packages carry these special instructions, “For best results, soak seeds overnight before planting.” As well, you should keep soil uniformly moist until the plants are established. Though fairly drought tolerant, the morning glory likes a drink of water now and then.

My friend failed to read the instructions on the packet and then she blamed the seed. Nature stepped in and provided what she had not. The seeds germinated and happily, bloomed profusely all summer long.

Due diligence in most cases, brings us a quicker reward. What is due diligence? Fulfilling one’s obligations. In this case, it is following the directions on the packet. Soak the seeds overnight, keep the soil uniformly moist until the plants are strong enough to make it on their own. Enjoy their beauty.

You could apply those rules to many things in life: your giving, service to others, your profession, your family. Soak your little ones with love and keep them uniformly loved (watered, fed, protected) until they are old enough to make it on their own. Enjoy their beauty.

For God is not unjust to forget your work and labor of love which you have shown toward His name, in that you have ministered to the saints, and do minister. And we desire that each one of you show the same diligence to the full assurance of hope until the end, that you do not become sluggish, but imitate those who through faith and patience inherit the promises. Hebrews 6:10-12 NKJV

Tele-Portation

2010-01-13T16:09:00.002-05:00

I've been working on the second book in The Lady of the Haven series (again) and I began to wonder what it would be like to disappear in one place and suddenly appear in another. Sort of like what happened to Philip in Acts 8. You remember the story, after he had followed the prompting of the Holy Spirit to go into the desert, he met an Ethiopian eunuch, preached to him and baptized him.

Then Philip disappeared. He was found at Azotus, which was a good ways off. He must have hit the ground running! He began immediately to preach and teach in his new location.

What does this have to do with my second book? The same thing happens to my main character in A Gathering of Eagles, the second book in The Lady of the Haven series. Jael leaves one place and ends up in another.

So I was wondering how it would feel and what kind of circumstance would cause such an event?

First, how would it feel? Disorienting? Would you freak out?

Then, what kind of circumstance would cause such an event? Deep need? This would seem the most logical. Philip was badly needed elsewhere.

If you have other ideas and/or answers regarding these two questions, please feel free to leave me a comment.

The Refurbished Christmas Gift

2009-12-19T22:46:00.004-05:00

When I was six, my family lived in San Diego, California. The house we lived in was just blocks away from the San Diego Zoo and the mission at Balboa, so our yard was often filled with exotic sounds like the roar of a lion; trumpet of elephants and call of the peacock.We didn’t have much money, but my mother would always find a way to make Christmas special for us.

Dad had been looking for another place to live, further out from town, so we would often spend the weekend looking at houses. I liked one particular house very much, because it had an upper story, which fascinated me. There was even a life-sized cardboard cutout of Shirley Temple in one upstairs bedroom. In the yard, there was a pile of trash; junk left behind by former residents. On that pile, I saw a handmade doll cradle. It was broken and dirty, full of leaves and rainwater, but to me it was a treasure. Only rich kids had such things. I knelt down beside it as children often do, to get a better look. In my heart was a deep longing, too innocent to be described as covetous.

Christmas Eve, my older brother and I were begging to stay up. “Just a little bit longer, please!” To no avail, for I’m sure my mother had a million things to do to get ready for the big day. She stubbornly resisted our pleas. She even received a little unexpected help by way of a stiff breeze outside. The front door blew open, just about six inches or so. Mike and I stopped our pleading to look at it, eyes large and mouths open.

“See there?” Mom said, always quick on the uptake. “Santa is trying to come, but you two are still up! He can’t come in while you’re awake.” There was no more argument. We ran as fast as we could and jumped into our beds.

Early Christmas morning, we tiptoed back out to see what treasures had been left for us overnight. Oh, there seemed to be so much stuff beneath that tree! My brothers dived in at once, grabbing toys and showing them off to one another. I stood in awe, for there to my great surprise and joy, was the same little doll cradle that I had seen on that trash pile. I knew it was the very same one, even though it had received a fresh coat of powder blue paint and was no longer broken.

Mom had made a small mattress and pillow, complete with embroidered sheet and pillowcase. A brand new doll lay on top of it all. That doll could cry real tears and wet her diaper, but I barely noticed her. I was enraptured; overjoyed with the refurbished cradle, even though I knew its last home had been a trash pile.

Long after I outgrew playing with dolls, that cradle sat in my room. When I was finished with it, Mom (a big believer in living green) used it as a planter. Every time I saw it, I remembered that special Christmas. This has become one of my most cherished memories.

It’s not always necessary to spend a lot of money to make Christmas special. Sometimes a little imagination and a whole lot of love can bring the most joy to someone’s heart. Isn’t that what Christmas is all about?

Forgiveness anyone?

2009-11-29T20:51:00.005-05:00

I wish you could run out to the store and pick up a carton of forgiveness. Or to the drive-thru hamburger joint and order up a combo with an extra dollop of forgiveness on the side. Perhaps a letter to Santa? But no, we must strive with ourselves, let go of inner pain. Say the words ... I forgive you.

It is fact that the inability to forgive can make you physically ill. It can change your personality and damage your relationships. What's more, unforgivingness can block your fellowship with God.

For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you: But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses. Matthew 6: 14-15

That's putting it in simple terms.

I have a young friend who is extremely talented. What's more, she has a very strong calling on her life. But someone very close to her has offended her, and my friend feels unable to forgive. This is a great tragedy. If she continues to hold this bitterness in her heart, her calling will suffer. Her great talent--made so brilliant in the past, by her great love--will falter. She still has the talent, but her attitude dulls the brilliance.

There are other issues as well. She is suffering from a deep depression. She doesn't sleep well. She tends to be very cranky, even to her fans. She feels unworthy even of prayer. Sound familiar? Are you suffering as well? All of this could be very easily resolved by following the advice of Jesus in Matthew 6:14-15. Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who have sinned against us.

During this particular season of the year, we are often reminded of the precious gift that was given to us, sometime around 5 or 6 BC, under a very bright star. A Savior, who would go on to give His life for us, taking upon Himself the punishment for our sins. Have we any right to hold on to the sins of others?

When Mittens & Gloves = Love

2009-10-23T20:40:00.006-04:00

The weather guys are predicting a colder than usual winter. At the same time, we hear snippets about the burgeoning homeless population, due to the economy and housing crisis. Many homes sit empty, lost to foreclosure. A colder than normal winter, a swollen homeless population—and I wonder, what can I do to help?

If you watch Joyce Meyer, you know she’s been preaching The Love Revolution. If we truly love our neighbors, we will reach out to them in crisis. “The entire law is summed up in a single command: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'” Most of us are familiar with this scripture, found in Galations 5:14.

So again I ask myself, what can I do? My husband and I are learning to live on a smaller salary since he lost his job. Can I still do something? I know I can. With God, all things are possible, right? (Matthew 19:26) I want to do something.

Gloves and mittens - I keep thinking about gloves and mittens. I hate to have cold hands! You know the feeling, when your fingers really hurt from the cold, the ache, the stiffness. Why not buy an extra pair and give them to someone in need—each time I go to the store, pick up a pair of gloves or mittens to give away? I am aware of several different ministries to whom I can give these. They will take the gloves to the homeless. Or I can take them myself. How would that feel—to hand someone a pair of warm gloves—someone whose hands are swollen and painful from exposure.

I think of my beautiful grandchildren, who thankfully have shelter and warmth. They have warm coats and mittens. But what if they did not? What if they were homeless, their lives out of control in the deep of winter? I would certainly want someone to be merciful and obedient to God’s call.

God shows His love in many ways. I challenge you—this winter—to follow my example. Buy an extra pair of gloves or mittens and give them to your favorite charity or homeless ministry. Pull out gently used outerwear that you no longer want and give them to someone who needs them. Donate money to buy gloves and mittens to your local church group. Don't wait for someone else to lead the way, you do something. Show God's love.

Guest Post: That's Home by Matt Owens

2009-10-11T15:28:00.004-04:00

Six years of memories. I'll just need one last look at the yard, at the tree I'd planted, at the landscaping I'd done, at the small place in the corner of the yard where the grass grows a little richer because that's where we'd buried the cat. Inside the house, I'll revisit the kitchen I'd remodeled, listen to the sounds of the creaking floorboards, and take a glimpse once more of our first child's room we'd worked so hard to make his own. And climbing into the truck to haul away everything we consider ours, I'll watch the house grow smaller in the side mirror until I turn the corner, and it will be gone.

As the season has changed and the trees have begun to glow with red and orange fire in the light of the autumn sun, it's become apparent that not just six years have passed, but a portion of my life filled with bittersweet memories. It seems as though the more recent years were the sweet ones, though, as I'd grown so much closer to my wife, and it was in those years that we'd welcomed two beautiful boys into our family. At the new house, we'll have a lot of work, but each busy moment will add time towards years spent in our new home.

These thoughts have made me realize that a house is just a feature of our family. It's certainly part of us, and we make it ever more so the longer we live in it. We grow to love it, become comfortable in it, make it look and smell and feel like our home. We fill it with treasures, with special things, with fond memories.

My sons will spend their days there growing into young men. They'll be fascinated by bugs. They'll catch or kill them and present them to their mom as both a discovery and a gift. She'll shriek in panic. The boys will rub the insect between their fingers, getting the icky goo stained on their skin, and probably wipe it on their clothes. Or they'll hold it loosely, and it'll leap out of their small hands to find refuge in some small dark place hidden from curious eyes. And then she'll make them wash their hands, and she'll make me catch it and set it outside preferably unharmed.

But we'll always remember these things. That's part of what home is - the memories of how we grew together, grew to love each other, grew to know life and experience joy, pain, laughter, tears. Growing together in such a way that our roots are beyond untangling and fed from the same soil; and our trunks intertwine, our branches sway together in the wind, our leaves make each other appear ever greener. When it ends, when autumn comes and our leaves change and fall, and winter rules our bodies, the real home was the memorial that we made together, four lives grown side by side such that no man can separate them. That will never change. That's home.

I Speak the Language

2009-10-04T16:29:00.004-04:00

“Ah can do south.” I drawled out the words, giving south two syllables, as it was meant to be spoken. I was responding to a comment that my accent was not so prevalent. (Sorry about the rhymes, it was an accident.)

Originally from West Tennessee, I spent the last...ah...few years in Louisville, Kentucky. My first day here, Bobby Kennedy was shot. You do the math.

I tend to match the speech of those I am with. My mother was a Northwesterner who married a Southern good ole boy and for a few years, our family bounced back and forth between Southern California and West Tennessee, so you could say I grew up “accent challenged.”

When I break out into Southern Drawl around my friends from Kentucky, it never fails to get at least a chuckle, but when I go home to West Tennessee, no one notices my speech. If you live in Louisville—pronounced Loo-uh-vul by the way—you hear it all. You can usually tell what part of Kentucky someone hails from, just by listening to them talk. Eastern Kentuckians, for instance, have a very distinctive accent.

I remember my first experience with the "native tongue" of Kentucky, when I overheard two neighbors talking about turning farty. Sounds like a bad word, but they were actually talking about the number that follows thirty-nine. It didn’t take long for me to settle in. Far miles down the road meant that something was 4 miles away. 1425 Elmwood Court was far-teen twenty-five Elmwood Cart. A small amount of translation was all it took.

When translating local colloquialisms to the written page, I tend to run into trouble. I like to know how a character pronounces words, but an editor usually doesn’t like to see it.

“Ah was comin’ acrost the Miz-sippy Rivah on a Sad-dy afternoon”, is a little difficult to read. It reads more easily as, “I was coming across the Mississippi River on a Saturday afternoon.” You still get the feel of the southern accent, but without all the interruptions.

Feelin’ fair t’ middlin’, Feeling fair to middling. Use colloquialisms with correct spelling and the reader doesn’t stumble, but they get the idea.

If it causes the tongue to stumble, or slows down the reader, it is usually unacceptable. A fellow writer and excellent teacher gave me very good advice. Limit the accent to the first time or two the character speaks and then let the reader take over. If you keep the same speech pattern, without supplying all those accents and broken words, the reader is aware of the difference and it makes for a smoother read.

There are definite exceptions to this rule. I can’t imagine reading the Grapes of Wrath any other way, but I guess if you are on par with Hemingway, you can get away with most anything.

What to Do When the Oil Runs Out

2009-09-02T21:18:00.006-04:00

Jesus told a parable about ten virgins waiting for the return of the bridegroom. Five of them were smart enough to keep their lamps filled with oil, so they would be ready to go at a moment's notice. The other five weren't so well prepared. When the wait grew long, the 5 silly ladies let themselves go. The oil ran low, but they just knew they'd have time to get them filled before it was too late.

The bridegroom returned, without calling first to warn them! The 5 well prepared young ladies were ready to go, but the others had to run to the supermarket to buy oil and fill their lamps. By the time they returned, the jet was leaving the runway. They stood there in shock for a moment and then they...

All right, maybe that's not exactly how it went, but you get the idea. I was worried about this. How can I be certain I will be ready when the bridegroom returns? Just how do you keep your lamp filled with oil? Do we break our necks doing service? Spend hours in prayer?

Service is good and prayer is good. These things help us keep busy and focused in the interim, but they are not really the answer. Of course this is just my opinion, but I know how I feel after a time of worship and praise. Uplifted, joyous, filled. Throw in some quality time just talking with the Father and studying the Book He left for us and I think we're pretty much done.

Matthew 25: 1-13 The Parable of the Foolish Virgins

Who's That Guy

2009-08-16T16:33:00.000-04:00

--and Where'd He Learn That?

Ah, Facebook. I'd heard about it, but I never expected what I found there. I'm getting to know my kids! Grown, and living on their own, my guys are busy creatures. We would sometimes go for days and even weeks without hearing a word from them. Now, I have only to log onto Facebook, and there they are!

One of my sons has a bright sense of humor and a real way with words. Amazing! He keeps us in stitches. Each one is gifted in his own way, but all three have the signature good humor.

Another benefit--we get instant news about the grandchildren, successful job hunts, the latest pictures and videos. I'm starting to like this a lot, except I tend to spend way too much time there, tapping away the minutes.

Warning: It's as if you're in a big conversation and everyone in the room can hear what you're saying. You have to be more careful what you say. Yes, that's something you pick up rather quickly. It only takes one misspeak to set off a flurry of comments. Oops!

Tips for a Happy Marriage

2009-07-29T21:49:00.008-04:00

I went to a wedding shower the other day. It brought back fond memories of my wedding shower, where I received index cards with tips for a happy marriage written on them. Of course there were the usual ones, the common sense ones and the ones that read like the proverbs of Solomon.

Here are a few that I found helpful:

Don’t spend too much time together.
Spend as much time together as possible.
Be your own person.
Submit yourself to him. He is your master.

Well, maybe not so much, but here are some I really did like:

Laugh. A lot.
Never stop dating.
Make him think he’s special.

And then I added one:

When there’s something you really want to do, make him think it’s his idea.

So, what’s the secret to a long and happy marriage? There are no set rules, because everyone is different. But faithfulness, love, kindness, honor, interest, desire, those are all good words…and humor helps. Laugh—a lot!

Friendship

2009-07-19T19:18:00.004-04:00

Inward

She turns,

For outward,

She cannot see.

Beautiful soul,

I write of thee.

This is not

Disability

For she sees

More deeply

Than others

I know.

Defeated By A Rumor!

2009-07-16T06:39:00.006-04:00

Sometimes, we are defeated by a rumor. This happened in I Kings 19:7 (repeated in Isaiah 37:7) to a powerful Assyrian leader called a Rabshekah. He heard a rumor, returned home and was later killed there. This was the man who stood outside the walls of Jerusalem, shouting and trying to scare the inhabitants into surrender.

How often do we hear a rumor and run? Speaking for myself, more often than I like to think. The world is sometimes a very scary place, but for those who put their trust in the Lord, peace is only a breath or a heartbeat away. Though you may suffer immediate alarm in a given situation, take a deep breath and remember. Greater is He that is in me, than he that is in the world (I John 4:4).

It Ended With a Gunshot

2009-07-12T08:08:00.002-04:00

A man shot himself at my desk this week. It came at the end of a twelve-hour standoff with police, during which he held the owner of the company hostage.

Beyond the shock, life goes on. I returned to work two days later to find a bare concrete floor because the carpeting had been ripped out. All of my things had been cleaned and moved out of the office. It was my job to put it all back.

I had to replace a few things that could not be cleaned. I had to go through papers sleeved in plastic and copy what was important. The blood stains on the originals were already turning brown.

It was impossible to get through all of this without thinking of the man who died there and to grieve for him and his loved ones. I did not know him and I was not there when he decided to camp out in my office. It simply made sense to him to be there.

Perhaps someday, I will be able to write more about this, but for now, the shock is too great.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. Psalm 23: 4, NIV

Evening in Gulf Shores Alabama

2009-06-27T15:36:00.004-04:00

We just spent a wonderful week in Gulf Shores, Alabama. This was our first trip to the Alabama coast and we certainly plan on returning! It was beautiful. We spent most of our days reclining 'neath an umbrella on a rented chair and most evenings watching the sunset and listening to the waves roll in. Ah! Sometimes you really need to take a break. We were reluctant to leave, but we finally did, returning to our much loved home and family.

The Lady of the Haven

2009-06-21T18:00:00.008-04:00

Re: Deborah

Okay, I promised to tell you about Jael’s grandmother. Not only did she give Jael her name, she trained her granddaughter in the healing ways and passed along a deep reverence for God. In character, she was somewhat like the biblical judge for whom she was named.

She was rather plain, with an olive complexion, dark hair and eyes, more like the Rogans than Jael. She was a direct descendant of Jebuel’s kin, and married Justus Drudan of Rogan at a very young age.

After Jael’s mother was killed, Deborah kept the child with her, for the Rogan men were often absent from the Haven. Jael learned to discern mugwort from drumwort, (mugwort was fatal if ingested). Drumwort stopped excessive bleeding and cleansed the blood. These two herbs were very much alike in appearance, so needed a discerning eye to harvest.

As a healer, no one came near to Deborah’s expertise, but she did not possess other traits common to the Haven family. When she recognized these abilities in her only grandchild, she encouraged them.

Note: I am not an herbalist. I have studied herbs, but remember, this is fantasy. Though loosely based in reality (sounds like my life) they are purely fictional. I made these things up, and had lots of fun doing it. So if you should find plants like those in my book, please don’t eat them based on my say-so!

Verani Haven Explored

2009-05-15T18:35:00.002-04:00

Imagine a great waterfall that drops about fifty feet into a deep pool, then rushes down river, where it will eventually join the sea. On either side of the cascade, great walls of granite tell the story of their origin through layers and colors of sedimentation.

One side of the river is flanked by verdant forest and sandy beaches. The other side is slate, jutting out over the water like a jetty. A haven, sheltered by the tall cliffs of Dolor, stretches away from the rocky banks, opening into a peaceful meadow. In the midst of the meadow, a thicket resists all attempts at cultivation. Here, a mist rises, early evening; the great pines whisper.

The inhabitants of Dolor have long avoided the haven. People walk into the mist, never to be seen again. Everyone knows someone who never came back. A strange power holds sway. Medicine men call it “a magnetic force.” The humble men of Dolor know nothing of such things. Some ancient curse is at play here, best to be avoided.

Carved into the rock at various points along the way, are runes, to warn the unsuspecting stranger: “Turn and go another way.”

Next: The Story of Deborah.

A History of the House of Rogan

2009-04-25T20:49:00.004-04:00

The ancients could still recite the begats. Jael barely remembered hearing the tales told round the fire during the last gathering.

As related in the first book, a man named Jebuel takes his family and journeys north during a devastating dearth (famine) in his homeland. His journey continues until he finds a temporary dwelling place near the Great Sea (Mediterranean). Here he learns to make sails for the great ships, a trade which will pass to the generations.

With Jebuel is his wife Reuel, their four sons and a daughter. Another son is born after they reach the Haven. The first four sons and perhaps the daughter, eventually return to the Holy Land, since it is not permitted for them to marry outside their faith. As related in the first book, the youngest son marries the daughter of a trader, a fellow countryman of Jebuel’s.

The next generation of “Jebusites,” as they are called in those days, stay in-country and marry among their neighbors. Their ancestors guide them to choose wisely, for the most part, those who willingly renounce any other beliefs and serve the Hebrew God.

The atmosphere of the haven seems rife with mystery. The young men of the family discover anomalies in their environment, somewhat similar to the Bermuda Triangle of our day. Animals and individuals alike enter there and do not always return—it is almost mythical in nature—yet very real. This calls for investigation.

Next: Verani Haven Explored

2009-03-15T21:28:00.005-04:00

Part II of The Lady of the Haven is complete, however the editing process is ongoing.

For those of you who have read Part I, you'll be happy to know that the newly married couple will begin their journey to the Northern Touri Mountains. After a time of peace, a dark enemy arises who will threaten all that King George and his son fought so hard to establish.

On her own again, Jael must use her God-given abilities to protect those she loves, nearly losing her own life in the process.

A mist lay heavy over the blood-strewn battlefield. Until it lifted, the black army would not blow its horns. They could not see the coast nor the shores, but a reverberating sound coursed through them as the sentries sent out the word. It was then that the song was heard. Most among Din Glun's men could not understand the words, though some did.

It was the same psalm that William had sung through the halls of Castle Coldthwaite. His men sang it now, their voices echoing out over the valley and through the mist. It rose and echoed upon the surrounding hills and water. In the dales, Solis' men took it up. Soon the Milosians heard it and those who spoke the language joined in the song.

The sound of it struck fear in the hearts of the black warriors, but they could not move . . . There was no alternative but to fight. From The Lady of the Haven, Part II, A Gathering of Eagles (All Rights Reserved).

Ice the Destroyer

2009-02-01T15:57:00.003-05:00

I'm glad I took a picture of my favorite Redbud tree in full bloom last spring! We lost over half of it this past week in an ice storm. Redbuds are amazingly resilient, however and it will no doubt recover. Already, the ice has fallen off and the remaining branches are reaching up to the sky again.

I hope that I am as flexible with what life brings to me. If I lose half of myself, could I spring back and once again lift my arms towards heaven?

I like to think that my faith is strong enough to endure whatever comes my way. But flexibility and strength do not just happen. They are developed, as we grow and age, like muscles and strong bones.

May our delight be in the law of the Lord, on which we meditate day and night; may we be as a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. May we prosper in all things. - Taken from Psalm 1:3 (paraphrased).

Walk of Life

2009-01-25T08:50:00.003-05:00

Never diminish another's footsteps, but whenever possible, seek another's glory. This came to mind as I walked the beach early one morning. This is a constant message in the Bible. Do not think more of yourself than you ought to think. Jesus, who was greatest of all who lived, was humble. He set His wants and His needs aside to accomplish His Father's Purpose.

So if I truly follow in His footsteps, I will seek to do the same. I may not always accomplish it. Not perfect yet!

TMTD Syndrome!

2009-01-07T20:01:00.006-05:00

Sometimes I feel dazed and confused! I am interrupted so many times at work, I lose track of what I am supposed to be doing and then my eyes glaze over . . . know the feeling?

I call it TMTD Syndrome (Too Much To Do). It helps to look at a favorite picture (like this one!) or read a favorite verse of scripture. I need something to "ground" me quickly and bring me back to earth. I backtrack, reorganize and then breathe.

Take a coffee break! . . . Laugh at myself! . . . Count my blessings!

One of those little gems you occasionally find ...

2008-11-22T20:17:00.002-05:00

"I have chosen and consecrated this temple so that my Name may be there forever. My eyes and my heart will always be there." II Chronicles 7:16 NIV

What a powerful statement the Lord makes concerning the temple built by human hands, overseen by King Solomon. How much greater then, when you realize that now we are the temple of God and in the same way, through Grace by Faith in the son of God, we are inhabited by God's Spirit. I Corinthians 3:16 says, "Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you?"

Once God has chosen us to be His temple, His heart and His eyes will always be there!

Wake Up Call

2008-10-14T18:38:00.003-04:00

The past month has been an amazing ride. Hurricane Ike blew through our land-locked state and swept away life as we knew it. I live in a neighborhood full of very large trees, including a big black walnut tree in our front yard. Those walnuts were missiles on the wind!

We were ill-prepared for a long-term power outage. At least the weather was decent. We sat in our family room with the windows and doors open and heard a strange noise...neighbors laughing and talking...together!

They sat outside until late, watching their children play. We read books by candlelight and heated water over tea lights!

It was fun for a while. Then reality set in. We'd lost everything in our refrigerator, but so did everyone else, as well as all the nearby grocery stores and restaurants. The ones that were open got slammed!

We barely got back on our feet when the stock market crashed and for a while there, things looked very dark. It was then that I realized how quickly life as we know it can change. In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye...Are you ready?

Alive and Well on Google!

2008-06-10T22:16:00.002-04:00

I'm alive and well on Google. That says something. I was snooping around in there and found an autographed copy of my book for sale, with the former owner's name on the flyleaf. I'd kind of like to have that. I was tempted to buy it.

It's been an interesting year. Hard to believe it's been a year since the book was published. I have learned so much! One of the most important lessons I learned was to trust in God's timing. The more I'd try to force things, the more elusive they would become. I'm walking a path, each step bringing me closer to God's perfect will for my life.

I am so grateful to all of my readers. I have so enjoyed hearing from you this year. Great things are in store for Lady Jael in Book II. It will be out soon, so if you haven't read Part I, you'd better get busy. You can get an autographed copy, slightly used, on the internet. Just Google my name.

Mississippi in May

2008-05-08T14:05:00.008-04:00

Hattiesburg MS - This amazing rose garden was on the campus at the University of Southern Mississippi. Beautiful old Live Oak Trees and hundreds of roses on the premises! What an inspiring place to study.

We had such a good time traveling around with Aunt Mary. She has a wonderful garden too, all around her house. I sat in the swing on the back porch and watched an egret feed in the pond. We're not horribly fond of the Mississippi coastline, but we visited Biloxi and Pass Christian just to see the progress being made since the hurricane. It's wonderful to see the positive changes that are taking place. Then we enjoyed a wonderful meal at Copeland's in Hattiesburg on the way home.

Passage of Time

2008-03-26T19:24:00.003-04:00

I suddenly realized that I have not posted anything since...2007! I have been feverishly working on the as yet untitled sequel to The Lady of the Haven.

I can't wait till its in print.

I am being constantly pestered by readers to know what's going to happen to Jael next!

Great News!

2007-12-05T21:08:00.000-05:00

(Click on the letter to enlarge) I didn't win the contest, but I got a great review. This is a wonderful confidence booster. As most writers know, it's tough putting your story out there. You are always wondering what everyone will think about what you have written. Even when you believe it's great, you're just never quite certain that others will share your view. Thank you, Judge 99 for the words of encouragement.

Stories & Other Work

2007-12-04T19:55:00.000-05:00

Book Signing in Seattle

2007-09-08T16:07:00.001-04:00

I am so grateful to these dear ladies who allowed me to hold a book signing. They greeted me with great excitement and anticipation!

Captain Dave & Lieber Haven

2007-09-04T11:31:00.000-04:00

On Orcas Island, we stumbled upon a beautiful little fishing village where Captain Dave and the Lieber Schwan came to rest. Here I am, sort of in the middle, with my husband Bob on the left, youngest son Todd on the right & his new wife Alyssa on the far left. Captain Dave told us the difference between a fairy tale and a Sailor's Yarn. The fairy tale begins with, "Once upon a time..." and the Sailor's Yarn begins with, "This is no B.S..."
Well, this is no B.S...Lieber Haven is a quaint little cove that should not be missed. Everywhere you turn, you see objects of marine art and the sunrise rivals any I've ever seen. Thanks, Captain Dave!

Mt Constitution, Orcas Island

2007-09-03T18:23:00.000-04:00

Mt. Constitution was the definite "high point" of our trip to Orcas Island! We could see all the way to Canada!

Visiting Seattle

2007-08-30T16:52:00.000-04:00

Greetings from the beautiful city of Seattle WA - I am visiting my son and his new wife. I was born here and it is always a joy to come and experience the uniqueness of Seattle. If you are a Packnett and you are reading this--we're related! I'd love to hear from you. Please post a note to this blog and I'll get back to you.

Sales are steadily increasing as the news gets out about The Lady of the Haven! I am so grateful for the encouragement and help I am receiving as a newly published author.

Now Available!

2007-05-08T12:38:00.000-04:00

The Lady of the Haven is available online at authorhouse.com, barnesandnoble.com, borders.com & amazon.com. Order it at almost any booksite with the ISBN #9781425997014.

Now Available Online!

2007-04-10T20:43:00.000-04:00

From the first moment I picked up Ms. Owens’ manuscript, The Lady of the Haven, her vivid and gripping storytelling held me captive. Not one to read fiction, this book proved to be a worthwhile and wonderful exception, because the romance, adventure, intrigues and challenges are all interwoven and influenced by Christian values.

It is the compelling story of a young woman left alone who is faced with seemingly insurmountable obstacles that are so severe her life and the future of her homeland are in jeopardy. With faith and courage that can only come from God, she pursues her destiny with passion and persistence.

Betty Owens is a gifted author, second to none, who knows how to tell a story that entertains and inspires at the same time. Those who love to read, enjoy a well-told story and want to finish a book with satisfaction and encouragement will not be disappointed.
It is with pleasure and pride that I recommend this book to you!--Diana S.

The Lady of the Haven

2007-03-17T12:35:00.000-04:00

It was a strange fog enshrouded day. A thick mist rolled in off of the river and lay heavily over the land till well after mid day. It was so thick you could barely see to walk and those living on the shore of the Verani River dared not leave their houses for fear of slipping into the swirling mist and disappearing forever. The water was high from the late summer rains; its voice raised even more by the narrows so close at hand. The towering jagged walls of the Touri Mountains closed in upon the river here and squeezed the waters into a funneling mass before dropping fifty feet into a deep river valley. Those who lived upon the high plains respected the mighty river and gave it room, setting their houses on rock foundations and burrowing into the hills to build their barns. Occasionally a weary traveler stumbled into the drink, never to be heard from again. On this unusual day, there was just such an occurrence. A mighty warrior, wounded in battle clung precariously to his horse, hoping to make the long journey home, trusting to his horses’ ability to find his way. The battle wearied stallion halted at the riverbank, unwilling to proceed into the dark swirling water. In that moment, the rider drifted into oblivion and his fingers lost their grip upon the bridle. Into the water he fell with a loud splash and was immediately taken up by the current, his unconscious body dashed into the cascade. The fog covered all. No one observed the accident; no one on the high plains at least.