Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Beloved


My Beloved.

Hair of finest silk, woven with rays of the sun.

Eyes of light and love, burnished gemstones.

Your lips speak truth and endearments, honey upon your tongue.
Songs and praise pour forth from your heart, which beats loud as thunder.
Your touch is water and lightning, smooth caresses that tingle my skin.
My Beloved. 
Song of Solomon 6:3


Monday, June 16, 2014

Who Am I?


Who am I? That's a good question.

If I'm to be honest with myself then this is a question I truly cannot answer.

It is said that to be successful one has to know oneself; but, that cannot hold true. A person is ever evolving, ever changing, ever growing.

If I was to answer this question I will have to look inward.

I was a divorcee, mother of a stillborn daughter, widow and single parent of two sons. Had no help from the church or from friends. Family could only help a little. But these are circumstances in life. Who was I?

I was lonely. I was shunned and ignored. I searched for a way, for friends, for comfort, for anything to keep me from being alone. But this is a reaction. Who was I?

I was a dreamer in search of love and happiness and acceptance. But this is a facade hiding the core within me. Who was I?

I was lost.

Who am I?

I was a writer in search of a dream. One who reached out to others in the profession but was shunned by many and in various forms. I was an author who had no money, no job, no opportunities. I was a woman who searched for a crack that would allow her family to escape the stagnant pool of poverty. But again these are circumstances of life. Who was I?

I was hurt, pierced by those who ignored me and talked about me. I was tired of asking and begging for help and receiving none. I was ill from the stress and migraines. But these are reactions. Who was I?

I was a dreamer hanging onto a thread of prayer. But this wasn't the center of me. Who was I?

I was drowning.

Who am I?

I was a mind who constantly thought and dreamed, one who use to travel and laugh, one who saw beauty and not ugliness, and one who believed in people.

I was a mind who dreamt starlit dreams of desert roads, vast valleys, and blue oceans. I was one who thought dreams could be found and I would be a known author. I was one who believed that my life would be better and not a struggle to stay alive.

I was empty, but this is still a reaction. Who was I?
I was lost.
I was drowning.
I was empty.
I am a piece of earthenware pottery buried in the dust of humanity.

Who am I?

I am a believer who knows that behind the cruel mask of this world lies the beauty of hope, faith, and love. I am a believer who knows dreams do no perish and the righteous road is always the longest road.

I'm a believer. That's who I am!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

What's in It For Me?

"What's in it for me?"--that's a good question. It's a question that many people and many businesses ask; but, is it a godly question?

 For those who do not follow Jesus Christ it isn't a question to wonder about. Why would they worry about Christian concerns when they do not follow Christian beliefs? On the other hand, for those of us who do proclaim Jesus as our Saviour then this question should concern us.

Do you ask "what's in it for me?" when someone needs help? Do you, if you run a business ask "what's in it for me?" when presented with a project or partnership or submission? Do you look for glory? For profit? For recognition or awards? Do you chose only those who are well known, have a following, or are prestigious, or are well-off, knowing that the benefits for you may be great?

As Christians shouldn't we ask: what's in it for God?

Doing what brings God glory brings rich rewards. Don't push away those who follow Christ to embrace those who you think will bring you fast benefits.

 Help the lonely, the poor, the hurting, the nonbelievers. Reach out to those who seek it and those who don't seek it (especially these because the majority don't know how to ask or where to ask). Take a risk on an unknown that will bring glory to God. Push for new horizons with a new person.

 What's in it for you?

Answer: glory to God, that's what.
 What more do you want?


P.S.
***Many thanks to a follower. She left a comment on a previously written post. It bolstered my spirit. I was about to shut down this blog, believing that no one really read anything I wrote; but as long as one person is out there--I will continue. So many thanks!! You were an answer sent by God.***

Friday, October 4, 2013

A Time to Be Published - Part 3

A lot has happened in the course of living since I last posted. So where did I leave off?

My old, old story and the critique group that helped spur it forward.

Through ACFW I became a member of a smaller critique group. Through them my story was polished and trimmed. If they had trouble with a sentence structure or its wording, then the readers would, also. In time I got to know each of these ladies and the one man in the group. The man was also a pastor who lived not far from me.

I was introduced to the Blue Ridge Christian Writer's Conference. This conference, smaller than ACFW's, but just as popular is always held in two places, one being just outside Asheville, NC. I thought and thought about it. I prayed about it. I was extremely nervous.

Within weeks I was making the 9-hour trip to NC. This time with the hopes of learning more and finding an agent or an editor or maybe even a publisher.

When I arrived, after picking up a fellow author who has now become a dear friend, I felt overwhelmed. So much stuff and so many people. I was a little speck of humanity in a sea of people. After the first assembly we were able to sign up for interviews with agents, editors, and publishers. In the pamphlet I had circled a few names that I was wishing to meet.

What captured my attention was the photos of two men, father and son. Reminiscent of 18th century gentlemanly flair, I read more about their publishing company and like what I read. Thought I would give them a try.

I discovered that they were not there...yet. So I signed up for two others people. On to classes, on to dinner, on to bed, I went. The next day was breakfast and a class. Then lunch came. I had already lost track of my new friend and stood in line without knowing anyone. I turned and there behind me was the one publisher I really wanted to meet. And I did the one out of character thing, I said, "Hi. Glad y'all could finally make it!" to the CEO of Ambassador International.

And that started the relationship. I sat at his table. I talked to him about Ireland, his home country, about books and conferences, and about Mississippi. He asked about me. Then invited me to his table that evening.

I was shell-shocked and discovered that I had not even taken a bite of my lunch. Quickly scarfing down my food and returning to the classes, I looked forward to that evening. When it came, again we made small talk about Ireland, Mississippi, stories and such. He asked about my story and I told him. I wasn't finished yet, still had about three to four chapters to go, but I handed him a one-sheet.

He liked it. Invited me to send it to him when I finished. He introduced me to his son, the COO of the company.

I cannot tell you how elated I was. By the time I arrived home, I was determined to finish that story to the best of my ability. I succeeded, with the help of my critique group, and I sent in the manuscript. He praised me for a good to great job. Days later I received the contract to review.

In my hands I held a book contract for a story that began when I was 14. Now it is published, and I have a devotional about to be printed and a second story near completion.

God sets before each and every one of us a path. Sometimes it winds and twist, we may not see where we are going, we may even walk off that path at times, but if you stay true to your faith and follow Him, then He does some mighty wonderful things.