Category Archives: Prayer

God’s Not Crazy So It Must Be Me

2015-02-06 22.14.14 (4)Journal: 4/25/16

Dear God, Please tell me which is best path to take: Re Samhain contracts: Leave Cleo & Animal w/Samhain until deal is done or not done? Pros: Assuming they still publish it: No cost to me. (Is this about money?) Cons: Delay in publishing. (But could I do it any faster?) Cost to me for editing & cover. Will probably have a different editor. May be better. May be worse. So I could do everything Samhain did on my own. Plus I’d have control – complete control over cover and price. And I could put the book out probably faster than whatever Samhain’s new deal will. But will I? I’m still sitting on Cool Beans a year after I got the cover done. Why? What’s stopping me? I need to get over my reluctance of the process. Make myself do it. Learn it. God, please help me get over my aversion to all things technical! Meanwhile I started revising The Color of Nothing and White Roses In Winter. Have cover ideas for both. Editing? Maybe. Do I want to put that much $$ into them? I said I’d never put out unedited work. Did I mean it? Best option right now? God? Please weigh in.

1)     Finish read through of The Color of Nothing

2)    Get cover?

3)    Editing…?

4)   Self pub.


1)     Finish Cool Beans

2)    Editing

3)    Self pub.


1)     Re-access where I am w/Samhain

a)    If no deal yet ask for rights back (again)

b)   If deal goes forward w/books there wait & see what happens


1)      Finish revising White Roses in Winter

2)    Get cover

3)    Edit?

4)   Self pub.

Today – Upload new blurb for The Forbidden Bean


ALL OF THE ABOVE I wrote this morning. I received an email from Samhain’s publisher just now that clarifies where things stand and tells me what I needed to know. In less than six hours God has provided an answer to all of my questions. He’s helped me clarify my goals. Helped me lay out a plan.

finalGRcoverAnd in case you’re wondering I did upload that new blurb for The Forbidden Bean. And I’ve been editing The Color of Nothing most of the morning.

Just pausing for a moment to give thanks.

#God #prayer #answers


Sunday Morning Musings: Lost Souls and Found Things

2015-02-06 22.14.14 (4)When I lose things I ask God to help me find them. And He always does.

Case in point: Earlier this week I couldn’t find my Bank of America zipper bank bag. In it I keep my booksigning cash, my booksigning pens and my Square credit card device.

After every booksigning event, the bag goes into the second drawer of the desk in the living room. That’s where I’ve always kept it. But on this day when I opened the drawer it wasn’t there.

Initially, I didn’t panic. I looked in other places I thought it might be. The big plastic container that holds all my booksigning table stuff: tablecloth, book stands, poster, decorations, bags, etc. 20160324_135308

When it wasn’t there, I sifted through a few piles of new book-related things on the guest room bed. Nope.20160324_135326.jpg

Then I began in earnest searching through my desk, my file drawers, cabinets, every drawer and nook and cranny I could think I might have put it.

I’ve always been a bit of a flake but as I’ve aged my memory’s gotten worse and I have been known to quite often hide things from myself. I always think I’m so clever and that I’ll remember that I put that there. But I never do. And sometimes I space out entirely and stow things in completely inappropriate places.

But in this case, I had no clue what I’d done with that bag.

My husband joined in the search, even looking in my car and backtracking over where I’d already looked

Finally, I gave up. I could remember specifically the last time I’d seen the bag and why. Several weeks ago a neighbor wanted to use her charge card to buy a book. But after that incident…nothing.

So I did what I always do. I informed God I’d need His help to find it. “Please, God. I know it’s here somewhere. Please help me find it.” But I couldn’t quite give up the search. I could almost hear him saying, “You either trust me or you don’t.” So I stopped looking. After checking just a couple more places…

My husband says, “You’ll be at work this afternoon and you’ll suddenly remember.” Maybe so.

Before I left for work, though, I asked Bill if he’d looked in the glove compartment of my car. He hadn’t. I went out to my car, opened the back door and searched under the driver’s seat. And found the bag. With everything, including the cash, inside.

That’s when I remembered meeting a friend who’s doing some work for me and bringing some of my books along to display on the table in the café. (Free publicity, right?) And just in case someone wanted to buy a book, I’d put my booksigning money/charge card kit in my car in case I needed it. (I didn’t.)

When I’m at home, I don’t generally lock my car, even at night. And, because I’m a bit of a flake, sometimes I forget to lock it when I’m out and about. Why did I look in the back seat and reach under the front seat when I’d just mentioned the glove compartment? I’ll give you three guesses.

Next time you lose something, no matter what it is, even if it’s your faith, ask God to help you find it. He’ll never let you down.20160324_135408

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Sunday Morning Musings: Love Your Enemies?

As I watch the Sunday evening news, well, any time I watch the news, there’s a whole lot of hate going on, especially spewing from the mouths of politicians and pundits. We hate and fear terrorists no matter what form they come in. Home grown, foreign or transplanted and regardless of religious persuasion. There have been numerous acts of terrorism in this country by mentally deranged American citizens. And so we hate them all equally, I suppose, because hate is hate. But what if we all turned that hate into prayer? I’m not a Biblical scholar but I used to teach Sunday School and lead a church youth group and I remember a few Bible verses such as this:

Luke 6:32-33 “Do you think you deserve credit for merely loving those who love you? Even the godless do that! And if you do good only to those who do you good—is that so wonderful? Even sinners do that much…”

It’s probably not that good of us to pray only for those we love. I’ve thought a lot about this lately, because I do pray for those I love daily and also for those I believe need prayer. But lately I’ve added something to my prayers. I pray for terrorists in whatever form they may take, because THEY DESPERATELY NEED PRAYER.

Luke 6:36 “Try to show as much compassion as your Father does. Never criticize or condemn—or it will all come back on you.”

intercessory_prayerI pray that God will put someone in their path to show them his love and forgiveness and path to redemption, because that path is available to anyone who truly repents.

People do many evil things, but do they do it out of ignorance? Because they know nothing else because no one has shown them or because they think they have no choice?

Luke 6:35 “Love your enemies! Do good to them! … and you will truly be acting as sons of God, for he is kind to the unthankful and to those who are very wicked.”

We often mock missionaries, especially those who are captured, imprisoned or killed because of their work. “Didn’t they know it was dangerous there?” We ask ourselves. “How stupid of them to go into such a territory.” But what if…they converted just one individual who knew nothing about it before? What if their bravery and belief changed a hardened heart? And that changed individual then changed another heart. And so on.

After 911 I recall a speaker trying to make us understand how we are all mini-terrorists. Swearing or making lewd gestures at the driver who cuts us off. Using insulting or derogatory language. I am oh so guilty of this, and I REALLY need to stop and think about what kind of hatred spews from my mouth. I’m sure God is not impressed. I am trying very hard, and it is not easy, to say, “God, please watch over that careless driver in the blue car who just pulled out in front of me,” instead of using some choice language and hand gestures.

I can’t quote Scripture chapter and verse. I can’t articulate an argument for a religious cause. I’ll never be a missionary. But what I can do is pray for those who are my “enemies.” I can pray that someone will be put in their path to show them there’s another way. I can pray for those who do go into dangerous territory to share their faith. Adding a prayer for my enemies takes about fifteen seconds of thought and effort. A lot less than the haters whose speech is currently filling the airways. I’ll pray for them too.