Harvest of Rubies gets how many stars? I loved this book! In fact, I think Tessa Afshar is quickly becoming a new favorite author for me. I love her wit and sense of humor. The characters nearly leap off the page! The settings, emotions, scenery is real and palpable. So why did I only give it 4 1/2 stars–not …
Dorrice Wallis wins “Love’s Reckoning”
Congrats to Dorrice Wallis! We had 76 comments last Wednesday for Laura Frantz’s interview and book giveaway! I submitted the total number of comments for the August 29th post to www.random.org, and Dorrice’s comment number was chosen! WOOT! She’ll receive an free, autographed copy of Laura’s Sept. 1st release, Love’s Reckoning. Dorrice’s Response to My Notification that She’d Won? She said, …
When Is God Enough?
God is enough in times of loss. Loss comes in so many sizes, shapes, and colors. My Dad’s death was a loss that left a hole in many lives–mine included. But loss also comes in other forms: job changes, empty nests, even the back-to-school adjustment each Aug/Sept. With every change, there is a leaving behind (loss) of the old and an embracing …
Working Through Childhood Hurts
Childhood Memories–Good and Bad During the past two weeks, I’ve had the opportunity to spend lots of time with family members “back home” in Indiana. We’ve shared lots of childhood memories, and invariably some childhood hurts have resurfaced with the joyful recollections of yesteryear. Though I’m not equipped as a counselor to tell you how to handle childhood hurts, I am …
3 Ways I Choose A Book Topic Idea
I’m often asked how I get my book topic ideas. Why would I tackle the depressing book of Job in Love Amid the Ashes? Why would I try to put the disjointed lyrics of Solomon’s Song of Songs into story form through Love’s Sacred Song? And when Love In a Broken Vessel releases in March 2013, many of you will wonder …
Why I Need A Personal God
Coincident or Personal God? My dad was a preacher’s kid who believed in a personal God. He died on Monday night–Aug, 27, 2012–in the house he built when my parents were newlyweds—64 years ago. My dad loved that house, but he adored his family. He died in his living room. His wife, three children, and a tribe of grandchildren standing around …
