Archives For July 2012

UPDATE: This Giveaway is closed. A winner will be emailed soon!

I’m glad you stopped by because I’m beginning the month-long celebration of my TWO YEAR BLOGOVERSARY by sharing a Giveaway Blog Hop!

All week long you can hop around from blog to blog and scoop up some great book-related prizes without leaving the comfort of your own home. This exciting event was organized by Inspired Kathy of the I Am A Reader, Not A Writer Blog.

Do you remember how it works? You can enter my giveaway and then hop to any blog on the linky list (at the end of this post) to see what they’re offering. Who knows what wonderful prizes are out there. The hop will run from Tuesday night, July 31st, to Tuesday, August 7th, at 11:59 pm.

***One of the reasons I’m celebrating is because two years ago today (July 31st), I began Doorkeeper . . .

And since that time, blogging has opened many doors for me. One of the best benefits has been connecting with all of you! I have learned much from your inspiring stories, book talk, and kind encouragement. Thank you for reading and commenting on my posts, joining in the giveaway fun, and just stopping in to say hello. I appreciate all of you more than I can say!

Now let’s get on with the GIVEAWAY: The Doorkeeper prize is one $10 Amazon Email Gift Card. You can spend it right away or save it for one of the upcoming book releases in your favorite genre!

NOTE: If your name is not chosen for this giveaway, don’t be discouraged. To celebrate my Blogoversary, I’ll be hosting giveaways on and off all month long!!! So you just need to keep coming back! Continue Reading…

If I take the wings of the dawn,
And dwell in the remotest part of the sea,
Even there Your hand will lead me,
And Your right hand will hold me.

~Psalm 139:9&10~

No matter how it feels, we are never alone. I love that we can count on this promise from God, don’t you?

Linking up with Word-filled Wednesday, Thursday Favorite Things, and Scripture Sunday.

**My teenage nephew took this iPhone pic of the beach at Ocean City. It’s one of my favorite things this week!

Today I gave myself permission to fail.

It was more painful than I thought it would be. Why? Because when people view me with approval—maybe tell me I’m a faithful servant or hard worker or good friend—I really like that.

But here’s my guilty secret: I’m a sinner. I fall short. I let people down and drop the ball and hurt the ones I love . . . and think thoughts I’m glad only God can see. Those aren’t just pious words I say to sound humble. They are self-truths I utter through tears because that’s who I am.

Have I brought you down? How ’bout some good news? My top 3 reasons why I believe experiencing and acknowledging failure can lead to success in the Christian life.

ONE: Failure empties me of pride. Mostly I don’t have much experience with “BIG” sins. I hold a down job, attend church, give to charity, don’t cut other drivers off on my 45-minute drive to teach at a small Christian school. (See how I wrote that to make myself sound good?) It’s easy to think pretty well of myself. But that self-righteousness hardens my heart.

Failure reminds me of all that lies behind my façade and forces me to peal it off. Failure makes me real.

TWO: Failure fills me with compassion. In the past, I’ve watched Christians I had admired fail at important tests in life. I judged them harshly. I wondered how they could have made that bad choice or fallen into that temptation. Though they sought forgiveness and restoration, what they had done lingered in the back of my mind.

But now that I’ve been striving to live the Christian life for thirty-five years, I realize why LIFE is included in the Romans 8** list of troublesome things that will never separate us from God. Life has a way of grinding away at us, doesn’t it?

I’ve fallen too many times to count. And not in private. In front of my friends. In front of my family. And even in front of my students.

Now I understand the strength it took for those folks to start again. I thank God that He allowed me to see that mature, real, growing, ministering Christians can survive failure. Because that gives me hope for me.

THREE: Failure renews my appreciation for God. God loves me no matter how many times I fail. He loves me in spite of what He sees in me. He just  . . . loves me. Incredible, right? And I would not have been convinced of this had I not experienced His tender mercy and forgiveness right after a miserable failure.

I’m so glad God is my perfect Heavenly Father. He never wavers, never falters, never weakens, never falls short, never disappoints. He’s never not enough.

He never fails me. He never fails you. Oh, let that truth bring us to our knees and ignite the fire of thankfulness in our hearts. Amen.

This week I’m linking up with Monday Musings, Your Thriving Family, Spiritual Sundays, Soli Deo Gloria, Sharing His Beauty, Playdates with God, Seedlings in Stone, Just Write, Gratituesday, Teach Me TuesdayGood Morning Girls, and Hearts 4 Home.

**Romans 8:38-39 “For I am convinced that neither death nor LIFE, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

UPDATE: Giveaway entries closed. Winner to be emailed soon!

The novel Rare Earth played out in my head like an action-packed blockbuster. The volcano-scarred Kenyan earth, harsh Nairobi slums, kibbutz in Israel—each location came alive. And the people of those exotic locales—the crowds of desperate villagers, cold-eyed mercenaries, exhausted relief workers, corrupt officials—filled my imagination.

The story centers around quick-thinking, adventure-loving Marc Royce, a man who seems equally as comfortable with a clipboard or a pearl-handled pistol in his hands. In the words of author Davis Bunn, Mark “carries his faith into a world that likes to think Jesus no longer plays a role. He sees himself as the ultimate outsider, wounded by the loss of his wife, searching for a place he can call home, and an ideal worth living for—or giving his life for.”

Two characters greatly impact Mark’s world. First, Kitra, the beautiful Israeli nurse, lights a flame in his grieving heart and shows him that he can love again. Then the noble chief Philip hears from God in a dream that Mark is the shujaa [warrior] who will help his tribe find their true home. Together they set Mark on a path that will lead to great fulfillment—if he can survive it.

One aspect of this story I especially love is how Christians from various cultures join together to find a way to thrive, build the church, and impact events on the world stage. That establishing a cross-cultural venture involves danger, excitement, and romance makes it all the more fun!

This is from Blood Diamond, but it works, right?

Davis Bunn says, “All my books hold to one key aim—to create a story that carries a moral, and together result in an impact or challenge or inspiration or comforting assurance that remains long after the book is set down. That, to me, defines a worthy effort.”

Rare Earth reminded me that God is working internationally to help His church meet today’s challenges. And I found that greatly encouraging. So is this story a worthy effort? You bet! Score for Davis Bunn!

With my favorite novels, I tend to respond more with my heart than my head. You might prefer this more concise summary from the back cover copy: Dispatched to audit a relief organization, Marc Royce is thrust into the squalor and chaos of Kenyan refugee camps. But his true mission focuses on the area’s reserves of once-obscure minerals now indispensable to high-tech industries. These strategic elements—called rare earth—have inflamed tensions on the world’s stage and stoked tribal rivalries. As Royce prepares to report back to Washington, he seizes on a bold and risky venture for restoring justice to this troubled land. But this time, Royce may have gone too far.

Now are you eager to read this excellent story? Here are two ways you can get your hands on a copy. (1) Enter this drawing! The publisher is giving away a copy of Rare Earth to one lucky visitor. (US only.) All you need to do is leave a comment on this post for a chance to win. (Contest ends Monday, July 23rd.) (2) Or follow this link to purchase the book. (You may want to buy two, and share with a friend!)

Earn a few bonus entries:

About the author:  Davis Bunn is an award-winning novelist whose audience spans reading genres from high drama and action thrillers to heartwarming relationship stories, in both contemporary and historical settings. He and his wife, Isabella, make their home in Florida for some of each year, and spend the rest near Oxford, England, where they each teach and write. Visit Davis at www.davisbunn.com.

***Thanks to Bethany House for a complimentary review copy of this book. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255.

One of the books I spent the weekend with was A Place of Healing by Joni Eareckson Tada. This was an encouraging, hope-giving read—but also challenging—which I should have expected since the subtitle is Wrestling with the Mysteries of Suffering, Pain, and God’s Sovereignty. I cried my way through the many inspiring stories and felt I had to share one of the sweetest with all of you.

From A Place of Healing: “I [Joni] have a physical-therapist friend who recently received the most priceless, precious gift you can imagine. But it wasn’t a normal gift.

My friend arrived in Cameroon, a very poor country on the west coast of Africa, with our team, ready to go and fit disabled children to new wheelchairs. It turned out to be very difficult for the team to travel to the place where we were to distribute the chairs. So it was pitch-dark by the time they pulled up to the small center where all the people with disabilities were.

They’d been arriving all afternoon from distant villages, literally dragging themselves through the dirt, or being carried by relatives. Now the little center—even this late at night—was packed full of disabled people resting on the floor in thin blankets.

Even so, they were deliriously happy when our physical therapists pulled up outside. Our team kept the lights of the jeep and the truck turned on, while disabled children and adults and family members spilled out of the door into the parking area, where they celebrated the team’s arrival with a welcome song.

They were so excited that their song lasted over an hour!

The next morning our team began fitting each disabled child and adult. There was one little girl named Joyceline who had an enlarged head due to hydrocephalus; she was not able to walk and had also been battling malaria. She was the quiet one who watched all the goings on, sitting silently on the floor with a shy smile, wide-open eyes not missing a thing. She waited her turn without complaining or whining.

Finally, when several hours went by, it was time to fit Joyceline. And that’s where the unusual gift comes in. As my physical therapist friend started measuring this precious African child, the little girl began singing (almost in a whisper) a song over the physical therapist.

She placed her tiny hand on my friend’s shoulder and began composing her own little worship song.

‘Jesus loves our friends, and He cares so much for us. He loves you for helping us, for sharing with us His care. Jesus is the One we love so much. We are happy in His love. We want to say we love you too.’

Joyceline made up that little song, singing her praise and worship to God while she rested her little hand on the physical therapist’s shoulder. That day the Spirit of Christ permeated the entire hillside of that small village in Cameroon, and our Wheels team members discovered that those who are poor in this world are often the richest in faith. That physical therapist received the best gift ever—the gratitude of this dear little daughter of the living God.

Oh sure, she had given Joyceline the gift of a wheelchair. But what my friend received was far more valuable. Priceless, really—the incalculable thankfulness of the poorest of the poor.”

Back to me: After reading Joyceline’s story, I asked God to give me just a touch of her sweet spirit. Would you say a prayer for Joyceline and the many folks at Wheels for the World?

This week I’m linking up with Hear It on Sunday, Use It on Monday, Soli Deo Gloria, The Better Mom, Gratituesday, Teach Me Tuesday, Thought-Provoking Thursday, Hearts 4 Home Thursday.

In upstate New York it’s been HOT! So how do we handle it? Here are the Top 5 ways we beat the summer heat this week . . .

ONE: Stick with air-conditioned places—or just bring the air-conditioning with you. My mom stays in the temperature-controlled car while her great-grandsons hang out to talk baseball with her. Any other Yankees fans out there?

TWO: Keep it in perspective. If the dog can smile through the heat, so can we! Here dog expert Dixie shows my niece and nephew how to keep their cool.

THREE: Make yourself a summer treat. Don’t those tomatoes look great? And I really think someone should write an ode to the BLT.

FOUR: Slow life down a little. I took a leisurely walk through town and visited one of my favorite childhood haunts: the Kinderhook Library. They were even having a book sale. I wonder if they still have my old library card . . .

FIVE: When the heat makes you crazy, just go with it. My nephew shows it’s getting to him a bit with this silly photo shoot . . .

Hope that made you smile. Wishing you a happy week, friends!

I’m linking up with Friendship Friday, Friday Favorite Things, and Weekend Whatever.

The simple things of life have a beauty all their own. Some of my recent beautiful moments were . . .

Our church kids praising God at Vacation Bible School

Mom sorting through her jewelry  . . . and remembering . . .

My 85-year-old aunt indulging my 7-year-old niece in a game of checkers—or was it vice versa?

Receiving dishes my grandmother used and a napkin she embroidered

The summer sky at twilight . . .

“If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.” ~G. K. Chesterton~

Today I’m linking up with Finding Joy and Create with Joy. If you leave me a comment, I’ll stop by to check out your post!

Have you ever felt invisible? You wonder if God has put you in a corner and forgotten about you. Your wants and needs seem insignificant to Him. When these feelings build up inside me, I long for reminders that God understands me. That He knows exactly what I can bear. That He is not surprised when I sin and disappoint Him and fall short. That He just . . . loves me.

One of my favorite reminders comes from the Old Testament, Genesis 15. In this chapter, God promised childless Abraham that he would have a son and that his descendents would flourish. God promised the land of Israel to Abraham, warned Abraham about difficult times in the future, but assured Abraham that he would end his life in peace.

And then God made a covenant with Abraham, He made a commitment, that what God says will happen, WILL happen—or else. God instructed Abraham to bring Him a heifer, a goat, and a ram. Abraham sacrificed them, cut them in two and arranged them on the ground opposite each other so that the blood flowed in between the two rows.

My commentary reads, “This was a very common practice in the desert communities of the Middle East. The animals were cut in two and placed opposite each other so that the blood formed a pool, a so-called blood path, in between the pieces as they drained. The two parties then walked through the blood as a way of saying, ‘May what was done to these animals be done to me if I do not keep this covenant.’ The one who failed to keep the covenant paid for it with his life.”

Then God caused Abraham to fall into a deep sleep. In a vision, Abraham saw a smoking lamp pass through the blood path. The lamp represented God, who was basically saying, “Abraham, if I break my promises to you, then may what was done to these animals be done to Me.”

Wow. Pretty incredible that the Creator of the Universe would hold Himself accountable to a mere man. But that’s just Part I of the covenant. Abraham had to know what came next. He, Abraham, was supposed to pass through the blood path. He was supposed to say, “God, if I break my promises to you, then may what was done to these animals be done to me.”

But Abraham knew, he could never keep his promises to God. No one could. I can’t imagine the fear and despair he may have felt in that moment.

So what happened? That was it? The covenant was over before it was even begun? Nope. A flaming torch—representing God—passed through the blood path.

What does that mean? That means that God held Himself accountable for Abraham’s part of the covenant, too. God basically said, “Abraham, I’ll do your part. If you break your promises to Me, then may what was done to these animals be done to—Me. Not you. Me.”

So God was willing to die just to give Abraham a child, a home, and a future? Yup. And no matter what happened in Abraham’s life, no matter how he messed up, he could always remember the powerful promise God made to him.

The promise God made that day wasn’t new, and it wasn’t just for Abraham. It hints at the coming of Jesus, the One who passed through the blood path for us so that He could give us all that we long for. It’s a powerful promise. And each time I remember it, I find peace, reassurance, and hope.

“We are all in a common relationship with Jesus Christ. Since you are Christ’s family, then you are Abraham’s famous ‘descendant,’ heirs according to the covenant promises.” ~Galatians 3:29~

This week I’m linking up with Monday Musings, Playdates with God, Soli Deo Gloria, Call Me Blessed, A Pause on the Path, Teach Me Tuesdays, Gratituesday, Good Morning Girls, Thought-provoking Thursday, Hearts 4 Home ThursdayYour Thriving Family, and Beholding Glory.