A Few Of My Favorite Things

Perspectives

2011-12-27T16:46:00.000-08:00

December 12, 2011: I was driving home from work. It was hazy outside, and there was rain in the area. I looked to my left and saw a rainbow, faded slightly by the haze…and the coolest thing happened. I put on my sunglasses, looked again, and I could see it better than without them! I thought about that for a second, took the shades off, looked, put them back on, and looked again, with the same results. Little did I know that moment in time would be on my mind throughout the rest of the month.

It seemed odd to me that I would have to put on the sunglasses, thus darkening my view, in order to see the rainbow clearer. As I thought about it, I also considered the best times to see the brightness of a rainbow is when the dark clouds are surrounding it. Food for thought?

Sean and I began to go through trials and situations far beyond our control, literally starting the very hour I saw the rainbow. In our struggles, my mind has constantly gone back to that moment, and how I had to cover my eyes in order to see better…what irony. This is a time in our lives that seems dark, and at times almost unbearable. I have been reminded several times by people close to me, wonderful people, that this is the starting point of great things for Sean and I, and to remember the light at the end of the tunnel.

I’m glad I saw the rainbow the way I did that day. I know now that we had to go through darkness to see the bright future ahead for us, and to take the steps to get there. They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and absence makes the heart grow fonder…I may not feel very strong right now, in fact I feel like the weakest link in the chain. As for the absence comment…I didn’t realize I could love someone more than I already did…but I can and I do, more and more every day. I look forward to the future with this amazing man that I love SO MUCH!! We’ve had a year unlike any other year I’ve experienced, yet through it all we have held strong together, supporting each other, and have grown closer and closer in everything we’ve been through.

Even though I am thankful for the things we have been through, the rainbows we’ve seen through the darkness, and the tunnels we’ve gone through to get to the light at the end…I’m ready to stand in the sunshine for a while…stay out of the rain, not enter another tunnel for a while, and enjoy the breeze on the mountaintop, just basking in the peace with the man I love beside me, holding me just because we want to hold each other, not because we “need” to. (sigh)

Thankful: Part One

2011-11-22T21:07:00.000-08:00

This blog is going to come in parts. By the time I am done...I'll have a book! haha!

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This month on Facebook, many people have been posting every day what they are thankful for, myself included. This is the first year I have participated in the activity, as this time last year I was too busy worrying about life to be thankful for the things I have in it. This year is entirely different for me. It is different in nearly every sense of the word! But in order to talk about the difference, I need to first explain why it is so different for me now.

I have been through battles, big and small, that have hurt me, broken me, battered me, and nearly killed me. Yet through these battles I have become better, stronger, happier, more complete, and have found love stronger than I have ever experienced! Words cannot describe the freight train of emotions that thunders through me every time I recall the last two years of my life. I experienced pain unimaginable. I felt used, betrayed, and convenient. Not loved. I did things I am not proud of. Remorse and regret are two words that come to mind when I recall some deeds of my past. But peace is another one…

I wondered if I would ever be happy in life, and on many occasions confronted God with that very question. Going through the motions was not fulfilling in any way to me. I am not a robot! But I felt like one. Then I took a pregnancy test, and it was positive…so positive in fact that the pregnancy line displayed fully before the test line was even visible! Ahh, how things take on a new light when something like “this” is added to an already insane batch of drama. I know, “Where is that peace”, Right? Oh it’s coming. But not before I freaked out.

What was I going to do? I was not intending any harm to a baby that had nothing to do with his/her current existence. But I was a single mother of two toddler boys already, going to school full time, and working two jobs. Those were not my greatest fears though…no. My greatest fear was my family. I feared being yelled at, told what a failure as a human being I was, what a disgrace to the name I had become, and the rejection that would come with being such a disappointment to them. I had already seen the strain on relationships decisions had in my family…and I didn’t like it. Now I knew I was facing the same situation, only mine was going to be imposing on the family for the rest of our lives, in the first form of pregnancy, then the child thereafter. Could I do it? I didn’t know, honestly.

I didn’t tell many people at all about my situation, because I knew it was going to hit the fan soon enough and there was no telling what kind of rumors and drama would rise from one little issue. So, I kept it close to me, as close as I could. I considered adopting my baby out, and as a result I kept myself from getting too attached to him/her for the longest time. I even had two couples picked out to consider as parents for this little one that would be making an appearance around Christmas. What a gift, right?

As I had feared, once people found out I was pregnant, the gossip began. I heard all kinds of stories about myself, and learned things about me that I didn’t even know. Yes…some of the stories were so far beyond the realm of truth I found it hard to believe they were being repeated! (sigh) Such is life, so I learned.

So many things happened last year! I reconnected with Sean, my fiancé, and we sort of picked up where we left off eight years prior when I broke up with him. I couldn’t believe this was a possibility for me! What man would want a woman that has been divorced, has two kids, and is pregnant with another baby that is surrounded by drama from every side, she’s talked about, nobody really knows what the truth is in her situation, and all seem to believe the worst of her?! This is where it gets crazy. I had wondered if I would ever be able to see myself as God supposedly sees me (if he even saw me, I had wondered at times), let alone come across someone that would demonstrate God’s view of me when I least expected it. As I spent more and more time on the phone with Sean, and when he came to the States from Greece on leave to see family, and me, and we spent time together, I began to see the answer to my prayers unfold before my eyes. Someone could still love me, did love me, does love me!

Things went to new levels, he went back to Greece, and I followed him a couple of months later…yes PREGNANT! I flew to Greece nearly seven months pregnant, and flew back nearly eight months along! It was in Greece I became engaged to Sean, and he let me know without a doubt that he wanted my baby to be OUR baby. I went home with a new outlook on life! Something inside still hadn’t changed much yet though. I had closed myself up inside, away from everyone, for years already. The walls were still up, with the exception of Sean getting in, nobody really knew me anymore. Honestly, I didn’t know myself.

I gave birth to Micah Caleb Donovan Wheeler on December 13, 2010. I never completely dealt with my emotionless state of mind throughout my pregnancy, and even during our stay in the hospital, and upon our release, and the first several weeks at home I never faced the robot that still lived inside me. When Micah was diagnosed with RSV at six weeks of age, and transported to St Louis Cardinal Glennon Hospital, I spent several nights there with him. During our stay there I soaked my pillow every night with tears of emotions bottled up for nearly a year. I didn’t even know I was capable of crying anymore. Everything finally just came out.

I nearly lost Micah twice during my pregnancy. I didn’t know if I could raise him. I didn’t know if I could connect with him. I questioned everything for months. And as I stood over his crib, looking at his helpless little body lying amidst tubes and wires connected to monitors and IVs, barely taking any fluids on his own, the tidal wave of realization hit me day after day, and day after day I thanked God for the blessing I was given in the form of this little baby boy. I realized I had connected with him from the beginning, but that I had buried the emotions deep inside because burying my emotions is what I did naturally anymore when feeling them.

To this day I am blessed with Micah’s joy, his laughter, his love, his adorable smile, and his quirkiness. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about what a blessing he really is in my life. If I had not gotten pregnant with him, there is no telling where I would be or what I would be doing now. Instead I get to enjoy the gift of love bundled in this adorable ball of personality known as my son.

Just Keep Swimming

2011-11-17T23:28:00.000-08:00

I feel like a complete paradox. I have had one of the fastest moving, most frustrating, confusing, messed up years of my life, yet I have never been happier than I have in the last year+!

I have given birth to a wonderful LITERAL bundle of joy, become engaged to the most amazing man in my life, moved across the country, and have dealt with drama beyond anything I ever thought I would go through, both back home and here in California.

The most amazing thing about this crazy year and a half of mine is the relationship I have with my fiancee! We have gone through things that could tear a couple apart, yet we have grown closer and closer together, leaning on each other, supporting one another, working in unity, and loving deeper and deeper every day! Through all of our stress, all of the problems, and the unmentionable things we have experienced, I still know more happiness and peace than I have...ever. Together, we have been able to rise above our trials, continuing on as a family, strong in love, and blessed so much by God!

Even today, as we deal with our current issues, I feel secure in an insecure situation. I am happy that I am going through this situation WITH Sean. We encourage each other even when we ourselves are discouraged. I recall with a smile, "What do we do? We swim, swim, swim."

Strong Shoulders

2011-10-30T23:47:00.000-07:00

Shoulders have many purposes. They are used when carrying heavy burdens. They are used when extending the arms any direction, as support. They are support for the neck and head in the physical body.

The shoulder is also a symbol of rest, comfort, strength. "Come, lay your head on my shoulder.", "I have strong shoulders. I'll help carry your burden."

Shoulders are often wet with tears, whether they are the tears of that person, or they have been dampened with the tears of another.

Shoulders take a lot of stress every day. They bear up under pressure.

In recent events of recent days, I am encouraged with the fact that I have a man who has strong shoulders! We have been sharing the burden together which we have been given to bear, and he has often had to lift me up on his shoulders even as he is holding his own, when I feel weak and unable to continue on. I thank God every day for Sean.

God knew what I needed when he brought Sean back into my life, and I am glad to stand with him, honored to stand beside him today! I am thankful that I am here and can use my shoulders to bear him up when he needs it as well. God is Good!

phone blogging...?

2011-10-17T01:24:00.000-07:00

So, here i sit, on my bed at 1:25am on my cell phone, accessing and updating my blog!! hahaha! Anyway, I do have a new blog coming up when I get my computer situation taken care of...the review is on Julie Klassen's book, "The Girl in the Gatehouse." I can't wait to share with everyone my thoughts on the book, because they are none but good!! And now I am off to take care of my very unwell baby boys. All three of them have a fever, and look to be suffering some sort of flu... :-( Hugs to all!

Music to my ears

2011-09-04T12:08:00.000-07:00

What are some things I love the sound of?

Micah's laughter. Even when I am in the worst of moods, had a bad day, no sleep, lots of stress, and wanna scream at the world, all I have to do is get little Micah to chuckle for me and I'm ok. His smile is extremely contagious, and not only does his whole body smile with his face, but the rest of the room changes as well. His giggles and outright laughter only increase the joy of the moment. One of the richest blessings I have from God is my baby.

The wind blowing through the trees. Especially up in the sequoia mountains!! Oh, no explanation would do the sound justice. It's not loud, just a soft, whispery rustle above my head that leaves the image in my mind of an unseen blanket drifting effortlessly in the wind, over the branches of the trees, in the leaves, causing them to move ever so slightly and whisper to the ground. Ah...peaceful.

Ocean waves crashing on the beach.

Classical Music. Or any instrumental music from the Classical, Romantic, Baroque, and other periods in those eras. Rich feeling in every piece, and some that tell an amazing story from beginning to end...love it!

The washer and dryer running. Why? Because I know they are doing my laundry for me. haha!

The sound of the children playing together. Happy noises are good noises!

Sean's voice. Enough said...

The Colonel's Lady

2011-09-02T13:02:00.001-07:00

Laura Frantz has outdone herself on The Colonel’s Lady. I cannot even attempt my typical review style for this book, as every draft I write just doesn’t do the book justice in my eyes. The imagination, intrigue, feeling, and descriptions from beginning to end bring every character and scene to life in amazing detail! I felt the emotions with each character as they encountered death, destruction, lies, secrets, and surprises at every turn. I could feel Roxanna’s pain as she learned of her father’s death on the campaign, and the guilt and sorrow of Colonel McLinn upon his return to the fort and the sight of Roxanna Rowan, knowing he must bear the news to her of her father’s death, as they lifted from the printed pages and painted vivid images of the scenes in my mind.

Death and destruction seemed to surround Roxanna in the fort in the middle of the Kentucky wilderness, and the intrigue continues as she takes on the job her father occupied as the Colonel’s scrivener, and uncovers secrets revealing treason and possible spies within the walls of the fort.

The true test of faith, love, and forgiveness comes when the Colonel reveals the truth behind her father’s death, and what she does with that truth.

From beginning to ending this book kept me wondering what was going to happen next with Roxanne and her Colonel, and each revelation discovered within the pages along the way was more surprising than the last.

Two thumbs up to a great story! I loved every minute of reading!!

This book was given to me by Revell Publishing for the purpose of review…and I was HAPPY to oblige!

Sequoia National Forest Trip

2011-08-06T22:29:00.000-07:00

Just recently my parents and younger sisters came to California for their vacation to visit me and my little family here in Hanford. During their vacation time we all wanted to do some sight-seeing, and play the tourist in our new state of residence. One place in particular that we chose to enjoy was the Sequoia National Park.

Our day in the Sequoia National Park began a little rough. We made it through the front gate and to the first visitor’s center just in time to hear that the roads in the mountains were under construction and the crews only opened them for people to pass through on the hour every hour. The ranger told us it would take about thirty minutes to get to the pass where the construction began, and it was 12:25pm. So, we all piled in our cars and took off for the roads under construction.

We drove up the mountain through winding curves and switchback turns that were enough to churn stomachs, which they did. We made it to the construction and had a few minutes to get out and stretch our legs, get some air, and let the carsick children toss their cookies (lol).

Traffic began to move, so we rushed to get the kids back in the cars and resume our place in line so we could get through. The construction seemed to go on forever. My excitement about the big trees was gradually being drowned out by the grumbling and whimpering of three restless children in the backseat of my minivan. Sean, dear Sean, kept me sane as we made each turn, climbing switchback, stop, and slow drive through construction that revealed a very steep edge of the mountain, and rattled my nerves every time I glanced down over it.

The road finally began to level out a bit as the trees became taller and thicker, and soon, after one last turn, we arrived.

Sean and I were carrying on conversation when we rounded the turn, and at that moment time seemed to slow, words failed me as did my breathing! I turned my head and cocked it sideways, looking out the top of my windshield, in an attempt to see the tops of these massive trees, and ended up rolling my window down to accomplish the attempt. As I sat in complete awe of the sight before me, I tried to form words in my mind to describe these majestic and enormous Sequoia trees. None seemed to do them justice.

Finally, the road was not winding, churning our stomachs anymore, and we were driving deep into the shadows of one of the most amazing forests I’ve ever seen in my life. As we drove further, the trees got even bigger, and we passed a sign that read, “You are now entering the Giant Forest.” Really?! Haha!

From that point on our day got only better. We had rock-climbing moments, tree-gawking moments, random photo-shoot moments, and racing moments which left us (at least Sean, Leah and myself) quite winded.

We all hiked, minus Joanna and Micah, up Moro Rock. Moro rock is the bald tip of one of the mountains in the forest, and it was a 350ft/400stair climb from the parking lot to the top of the rock, with metal rails to hold onto and keep people from falling off the smooth edges of the rocky surface. At the beginning of the climb was a sign that read, “To avoid being struck by lightning and killed, leave Moro rock and return to the lower trail immediately if any of the following occur: The sky becomes dark or clouds suddenly appear; you hear thunder in the distance or nearby; you feel static in the air; you get a metallic taste in your mouth.” OK!

We continue the climb up this rock and I decide to break the monotony and try to reason with myself about why we are actually ascending this stony mountaintop! So, I begin to talk…”Mom, I have a question. What Moron a hundred years ago, as he was hiking through the mountains, stumbles across this huge rock protruding from this mountaintop, says to himself, “Hey! I bet there are millions of other people out there who would love to experience what I am experiencing right now! Let’s make some stairs to the top of this rock so they can all come to the middle of nowhere and risk being struck by lightning to climb 400 stone stairs and be where I am right now!” I could hear chuckles and laughter around me and realized I was actually entertaining other tourists with my sarcasm.

When we reached the top I didn’t eat my words, but I did have a hard time finding new ones! The view was nothing short of amazing! We were higher than other nearby mountaintops, and had a crystal clear view of everything below. We saw the roads we traveled on, including the stopped traffic as other waited on the construction sites to open again, and the river at the bottom in the valley looked like a white ribbon flowing through the trees winding and twisting like is was blowing in the wind.

Driving through the Giant Forest, actually touching the magnificent, towering trees, climbing the mountains and taking in the sights of a part of our world untouched by man’s hand, all of these things caused me to stop and think…

“The heavens declare the glory of God…”

How thankful I am that in my life, when I am tired, stressed, upset, sad, lonely, unwell, I can recall the day I came close to my God, witnessed a small portion, a touch, of His majesty in the graceful giants that cover the mountaintop, and His glory in the vast beauty of the view from that mountaintop! The peace there was what many people long to feel down here in the hustle and bustle of life, and yet it is a part of nature there. I am so glad I got to experience another fingerprint of God that day.

The Centurion's Wife

2011-07-25T10:28:00.000-07:00

Leah has lost everything. Her family was disgraced, loved ones lost, and her own freedom was stripped from her in more ways than one. Pilot is her cousin, and takes her into his household in hopes that marriage to the right man will save her from her family’s disgrace. Her mistress, Pilot’s wife, is plagued by nightmares of this Jewish prophet her husband had crucified and sends Leah on a quest to find the answers to the great mystery surrounding this dead man and the sudden rumors rising that the impossible has happened. Leah finds and befriends the followers of Jesus, and in the search for her mistress’ answers begins to find some of her own…

Alban has known battle and loss in life as well as the battlefields. He aspires to rise above his situation and sees marriage to Leah, the cousin of Pilot, as an asset to his ambition. In response to his request, his prelate requires something of Alban before such union is granted. Pilot fears rebellion among the Jews, and sends Alban to reveal any such threat, and to uncover the mystery surrounding the disappearance of the body of Jesus. The truth is what he seeks, but is it something he can handle?

Bound together by betrothal, drawn together by love, and completed together in Christ Alban and Leah discover the truths they were to sent to find, Truth that changed their world, revelations that changed their lives, and could possibly bring their eventual demise.

I have always loved the books written by Janette Oke and Davis Bunn. This series, Acts of Faith, is the most recent and very moving! I highly recommend this to you all. Set in Jerusalem during Passover, their descriptions of the city, and life there are vivid and bring to life the days of Jesus, and the Roman dominance in Judea during those years. Great book! Can’t say it enough!

My shortest job ever

2011-07-19T00:43:00.000-07:00

Well folks, I did it. I got a job here in California! Unfortunately, I had to quit said job rather quickly, due to an allergic reaction to something in the store. It was kind of upsetting, because I had been looking forward to getting this job for eight weeks now, and to have to quit on my fourth official day.......*sigh* it was bittersweet. Needless to say my eyes are starting to look and feel a little better now though. LoL!
On a brighter note, everyone in the household is starting to feel better and we can make our way back to the pool on Sean's days off once again! After Levi fell and busted his chin open, needing five stitches in it, catching a virus from the ER, sharing it with siblings, said virus shifting into new virus and going around the family a second time in a new way, me getting my little allergy thing going on, the last four weeks have NOT been boring! I'm just thankful that all is now well, and we can resume a normal schedule once again. . . . . . . . BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I just said normal, didn't I?! Well.....what's normal for me is most assuredly not normal for most people I know. It's ok. I would not change my life situation for anything in the world...because my life as it is today is definitely one of my favorite things!
On a side note, I will be posting a review of the book I am reading this week. I can't wait...I love talking about books!

The Silent Governess Book Review

2011-07-09T17:10:00.000-07:00

Olivia Keene and Lord Bradley have nothing in common, save one thing: they both hold a secret that could change everything as they know it, if this secret is revealed. In fear of losing all he has ever known, Lord Bradley kept Olivia close at hand at Brightwell Court, where she served his young niece and nephew as governess, and a recent injury rendering her temporarily mute served useful to his purpose. It would seem though that theirs is not the only knowledge of the secret, and as deception, lies, and life-threatening events unfold, Olivia and Lord Bradley find themselves in a world much smaller than they imagined, and the danger closer to home than they feared.

In the midst of the drama, Lord Bradley finds himself taken with the charming Olivia Keene, and his emotions conflict greatly between affection and suspicion. Will Lord Bradley believe his heart, or will he let suspicion dominate and risk breaking hearts and losing love? Will the truth be revealed before it is too late?

Trying to predict the ending of this book is futile, as there are many surprises at every turn from beginning to end. A story well written, The Silent Governess took me into the world of Lords and Ladies, with characters that came to life from the pages. I can’t wait to read the next one!

This book was sent to me by Bethany House Publishing for the purpose of review and can be found at most bookstores.

Book Review for Courting Morrow Little

2011-07-02T21:56:00.000-07:00

Heartache seems to know no bounds for Morrow Little and her loved ones. Living with the pain of past tragedy and the present conflict between the Shawnee Natives and the British and American troops, the future is something Morrow not only avoids, it is something she fears. Love seems to be a distant dream shadowed by the harsh reality of her life. Or is it?

Desired by many suitors for reasons ranging from compassion to power, Morrow instead finds love in the most unlikely of situations. Just when she finds joy, love, and begins to settle her spirit, Morrow is faced with circumstances that once again rip her world apart.

A story truly inspired! Laura Frantz has written a wonderful story of forgiveness, mercy, faith, courage, and most of all love right from the heart! From chapter to chapter you will go with Morrow through adventure and trials, love and hurt, joy and fear, and find yourself sharing her emotions, and turning every page to the end.

Two thumbs up! This book was sent to me by Revell Publishing for the purpose of book review.

At Long Last!!!

2011-07-01T11:30:00.000-07:00

I have finally returned to my blog! It has been a very VERY long year for me, and so much has happened! I cannot even begin to describe the last twelve months in one post. I will be returning to my book review posts, as well as regular blogging, for which I will create a new blog address for, but I just wanted to announce my return to my blog, my joy at the ability to return to it, and my excitement at the future posts I will be adding to it starting TODAY!!! Yay!!!

I have missed this sooooooooooooooooooooooo much!

Songs of Deliverance Review

2010-07-02T22:48:00.000-07:00

Everyone has a past. Not everyone can see beyond someone’s past and accept them for who they are in the present. And, not many can break through their own past and have the courage to step out and believe in themselves, and others, again for a long, long time. Such is the obstacle that stands in the way of Zeely’s victory, deliverance, and peace. Not only Zeely, but her friend Grace, and others that have come together to support the teacher they all had in their youth that saw beyond their faults into their futures, and believed in them when no one else did. At the knowledge of Joyce’s illness, her students, now grown, have returned home to her, and found themselves opening the doors to their pasts that have been long since shut and locked. Will Zeely, Grace, and the others be able to overcome their pasts, stabilize their present, and redefine their futures? Can they find the strength to trust and love again? Will the wounds that have been opened and reopened ever heal? For so long the song of despair and pain has played loudly in their ears, but the faint sound of a Song of Deliverance has begun to grow in volume. Will it be tuned out and rejected, or will it be the new song of delivered hearts?

Marilynn Griffith astounded me with her book! This one touched me deeply though, because I can personally relate to some of the issues mentioned in the book. The situations are real ones that people deal with in this day and time. The characters seemed so real to me, like my own friends! Good book, great read, and recommended by me! *smiles*

This book was provided by Revell Publishing for the purpose of review, and is available at your local Christian bookstore now.

A Mom's Ultimate Book of Lists Book Review

2010-06-20T19:50:00.000-07:00

Is it easy for you, as a parent of young children, to get scatter-brained and lose track of once well planned situations? Worry no more! On the shelves of your local Christian book store, and most other book stores as well, is A Mom’s Ultimate Book of Lists. Author Michelle LaRowe has compiled lists that cover needs and situations from the very first trimester of pregnancy to the pre-school years in this comprehensive book of lists. Lists that include things to take to the hospital for the birth of your new baby, easy steps for taming tantrums, top toys for the first years, growth charts, average clothing size comparison lists, and even some fun, fast, family snack and meal recipes to try out and enjoy!

For the mom with an infant that wants to sleep train your baby, Michelle has you covered. There’s a list and instructions for sleep training your infant. Trouble with a toddler that doesn’t have a good bedtime routine? You guessed it…Mom’s Ultimate Book of Lists includes what you need to get started on a bedtime routine in the toddler years as well.

There are lists of recommended reads from pregnancy to the pre-school years, both for the parents and for the children. Lists and instructions for activities for the children, and for the whole family, are included in LaRowe’s book as well. In addition to the activities, there are tips and lists for the family traveling with infants or small children.

And just when I thought there was nothing left to cover, you will also find lists of scriptures and inspirational, uplifting thoughts and words for the mother and father, for the single parent, and for the expectant parents. With this solid foundation from the Word of God as a part of her book, Michelle LaRowe has truly given us the ULTIMATE Book of Lists. Highly recommended, and a great read as well as a wonderful resource, this book has made a wonderful addition to my shelf, and is often in my hands.

A Mom’s Ultimate Book of Lists is published by Revell, and is now available at your local Christian Book Store.

Jenna's Cowboy: A book review

2010-01-30T21:51:00.000-08:00

Nate Langley was back from his tour in Iraq and Afghanistan, and his enlistment was complete. Back home in a small town in Texas, he hoped to be able to return to somewhat of a normal life. But the time he spent overseas did things to him that even he didn't understand.
Jenna Callahan Colby had suffered a terrible marriage and divorce and was now raising her nearly two year old son as a single mom. She thought she was happy with the way things were before Nate came rolling back into town. Nate was now a war hero. Given an award for an unselfish act that saved lives. Would he remember what they shared? They had been sweet on each other in the years past, but neither had the courage to step forward, and here they are again, years later with another chance at life together and love.
Nate is afraid that his flashbacks and nightmares would hinder a relationship with Jenna, and when true danger comes, he is faced once again with the fears he knew once on the other side of the world in the midst of a war zone. If he comes through and lives are once again saved, Nate hopes he will get a second chance at his first love.

I have to say that this is one of my favorite reads for a loooong time! Jenna's Cowboy is contemporary fiction that doesn't seem fiction at all. A page turner from the very start to the end, I give this book two thumbs up! Sharon Gillenwater put romance, fun, action, and drama all into a small Texas town, and brought out a wonderful story. I will recommend this book to everyone I can. Loved it!
This book was provided by Revell Publishing for the purpose of book review

Levi's Will--A book review for Bethany House Publishing company

2009-12-01T16:58:00.000-08:00

Will (Mullet) McGruder made a mistake. He shamed his father, his family and friends, and himself. This single mistake put Will under the Amish ban, and led him down a road of trial, test, tribulation, and the Refiner's fire.
When he left his Amish lifestyle behind and traded Mullet for McGruder as his name, Will became a different man...on the outside. But his upbringing held true in his heart, and as he found later, in his relationship with his own son. He soon discovered that he was being the father that he, himself, had become bitter against in his youth. His relationship with his own son was a saddening reflection of the relationship Will had with his Father, Levi Mullet.
On the road of life, Will turned to the Father of love and mercy, Jesus Christ. Then he knew he had to travel yet another difficult journey...the road home to his past, to seek the forgiveness of his family, and to make things right.
Will he be able to break the generational chain of father/son tensions and restore his relationship with his father, Levi, and breach the gap that has grown between himself and his own son before it is too late?
This is a wonderful story that shares a light on the long road to forgiveness from people, and yet a reminder that the mercies of God are readily available when we but fall to our knees and ask for His forgiveness?
Cramer takes the reader on a journey with down-to-earth, real-life, experiences and problems that real people face today: mistakes, pain, heartache, fear, mercy, forgiveness, love, joy, happiness, and sacrifice.
A recommended read for anyone!!

Book Review for A Voice in the Wind

2009-10-09T22:57:00.000-07:00

Broken, scarred, and empty of all but fear and sorrow, Hadassah has witnessed the destruction of her beloved Jerusalem, lost her family, her freedom, and fears for her very life. Struggling every step of the way, both physically and spiritually, she miraculously survives the journey from Palestine to Rome. But it is her arrival to Rome when the real test of faith begins.

Julia Valarian is the daughter of one of the richest merchants in the empire, yet she is unsatisfied with life. She is passionate, emotional, and selfish. She longs to be free like her brother, Marcus, and enjoy life. When Hadassah was presented to her as her personal slave, Julia was, at first, mortified. A plain, prudent Jew, as her slave, would make her the ridicule of her peers. But when life begins to change for Julia, in marriage, deaths, illness, deceit, and abandonment, her loyal servant is the one person Julia clings to. But will her distrust for others ruin her faith in the loyalty of her slave?

Marcus Valarian, Julia's older brother, loves women, social gatherings, wine, and the games. One cannot be Roman if one does not attend the games, and Marcus is Roman. His desire is to live well, become more wealthy than his father, and enjoy life for what it is: entertainment. But all of his ideals come crashing down at his feet with one person, his little sister's Jewish slave, Hadassah. When he discovers that she is not only a Jew, but a Christian, Marcus tries to save Hadassah from the fate that befalls Christians in Rome, but she does not recant. Her love for God has become her strength. Her faith has become life. God has not deserted her, and she will not deny Him. Will her God be the death of Hadassah, or will she reach the souls of this family, God has sent her to serve, in time?

Francine Rivers is one of my favorite authors, and I feel that even what I have written above does NOT do her book justice! She fills the story with emotion and drama. Every time I open this book (for I've read it more than a few times) I am drawn into ancient Jerusalem, Rome, and Ephesus. The characters of this book come alive and I feel that I am a part of the story. Hadassah's struggle within herself reminds me of the spiritual struggles people endure today. Fear is the hardest thing to overcome, especially fear of the unknown. Hadassah faced her deepest fears, and God was with her. An awesome book you don't want to pass up!

2009-06-28T16:25:00.000-07:00

I wanted my first blog to be of something inspirational. Here it is:

This is a poem I wrote a few months ago for a friend who's daughter was fighting cancer.

As Spring gives way to Summer,

Flowers bloom in brilliant color,

And the Sun beams bright from heaven above.

In the shade under Summer’s tree,

I think of all He’s done for me,

And I am so thankful for His love.

As Summer fades into Fall,

Words cannot describe all,

The beauty that covers the land.

And as I sit under Autumn’s tree,

I think of all He’s done for me,

And I’m thankful He holds me in His hand.

The Autumn breeze becomes Winter’s wind,

The days grow short and quickly end,

And I wonder what the future may bring.

But as I gaze out at Winter's tree,

I remember all He’s done for me,

And in this darkness He gives me strength to sing.

Then the Winter snow becomes Springtime rain,

And life returns to everything,

And the Sun dries Winter’s tears from my face.

Now I dance around Springtime’s tree,

Thanking God for all He’s done for me,

Knowing I would not be here, but for His grace.

Even when the Seasons change,

God will always be the same,

And no matter what trials come my way,

I can just lean on the rugged tree,

Where He bled and died for me,

And I know He hears me when I pray.

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall,

When it seems you life’s gone wrong,

It can end well, just watch and see.

Come with me to the rugged cross,

Where he heals the sick and saves the lost,

He can break your chains and set you free.

Here, at the foot of Season’s Tree.