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Saturday, April 18, 2015

Quicksand



Ever feel like you’re sinking in quicksand? Maybe you’re drowning in piles of work that never seem to end. Or buried under worries. Or weary from relationships that aren’t quite right but you don’t know how to fix. Perhaps you see things you want to change in yourself and feel trapped by your inability to take the next step.

At times like that, Psalm 130 helps me turn my sinking into prayer.

“Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord; Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy.”

(Dear Lord, with the Psalm writer, we turn to you, knowing you hear us. Pull us out of the quicksand and onto solid ground. Guide our steps. We ask in the name of our precious Savior, Amen.)

Blessings!

Friday, April 17, 2015

Bonus Scene 3 - The Restorer

 
Here's another bonus scene - sharing a mother's perspective on her grown children and the new visitor to Braide Wood. This moment would fall after Chapter 8 in The Restorer.

Tara:

When Tristan disappeared down the trail toward the healer’s lodge, I hurried back into the house and pulled out crates of root vegetables and my favorite dried herbs. No skimping today. Tristan was home. He looked a little worse for wear, but he was home.

I hummed as I kneaded dough for some fresh rolls.

Lukyan had told me once that it didn’t honor the One to indulge in constant worry for my children. “They belong to the One, and He has His hand in their lives.” Easy for him to say. He’d never had children like Tristan, Talia, and Tagatha.

How could a mother not worry? Especially when a mother’s love wasn’t enough to keep danger and harm away from her children. Even a mother’s fervent prayers didn’t guarantee that her children would be spared suffering. If my prayers could have brought Kendra back and healed Tristan’s broken heart, it would have happened a thousand times over by now.

Tristan had been gone so long that worry visited me daily—a guest I kicked out again and again, but one who kept knocking.

Of my three children, Tristan wasn’t usually the one to keep me awake at night with worry. His work leading the guardians of Braide Wood was difficult and held some risks, but he was responsible, a strong leader, a man who inspired confidence and trust. It was my youngest who had caused me the most pain over the years. Little Tagatha had shocked me when she’d pledged herself to a man from Lyric and had chosen city life far from her family and clan. My happy mood faded as I thought of the grandchild I rarely saw because of her choices.

I reached overhead and pulled down some dried stalks of sageno. Rubbing the leaves between my hands released their earthy scent, and I pummeled my dough until the herbs were blended well. There’d be time to worry about Tagatha later. Tristan was home—that was what I needed to focus on. Tristan and Kendra. It must have killed him to stay away from her so long.

Every few days I walked to the healer’s lodge and tried to see Kendra, but the stubborn old healers wouldn’t let me spend time with her. Too dangerous, they said. Pah. Families need each other. It was keeping them apart that was dangerous. Fortunately, Tristan was a lot bigger and carried a sword, and I suspected they wouldn’t be able to keep him from seeing her.

Now what to do with the strange woman he’d brought with him? As thrilled as I was to see him, I didn’t know what to think of her. A lost and desperate look haunted her eyes.

Well, whatever her problems, they could surely be helped with a hearty bowl of soup. I set my biggest bowl on the heat trivet and stuffed it with ingredients.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Lyric Entry - Brenda Anderson






Thank you to everyone participating in the Song of Lyric contest!
There is still time to send your lyrics in to be posted on my blog in April and May.
INFORMATION ON THE CONTEST HERE

The winner will be announced in June.

Today's entry is by Brenda Anderson. You can find Brenda's novels HERE.


If you didn’t taste the wedding wine
Or see demons cast into swine
Would you believe?
Would you believe?

If you didn’t see 5000 fed

Or the widow’s son rise from his bed
Would you believe?
Would you believe?

(Chorus)

Blessed are they who believe without seeing

Blessed are they who believe without touching
Blessed are they who believe without seeing you, Lord

If you didn’t see the empty tomb

Or the folded linens in that room
Would you believe?
Would you believe?

If you didn't touch fingers to His side

Or feel the nail scars He cannot hide
Would you believe?
Would you believe?

(Chorus)

Blessed are they who believe without seeing

Blessed are they who believe without touching
Blessed are they who believe without seeing you, Lord

If you didn’t see a baby born

Or watch the sun rise in the morn?
Would you believe?
Would you believe?

I would believe

Yes, I would believe!


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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Lyric Entry - Hannah Wallace






Thank you to everyone participating in the Song of Lyric contest!
There is still time to send your lyrics in to be posted on my blog in April and May.
INFORMATION ON THE CONTEST HERE

The winner will be announced in June.

Today's entry is by Hannah Wallace


Wind like a breath
Rain like kisses
A world brimming over with signs of His mysteries
The One full of love
The One full of might
Guides us by day and guards us by night
His gentle smile glows at first light
The One’s love for us
This is our might
We raise up our eyes
We raise up our praises
To the One clothed in peace
Yet in battle the bravest
Mystery of mysteries
He holds gentle power
He sends us restorers
In our neediest hours
Mystery of mysteries
We’ll worship forever
Breathless in awe
We await our Deliverer

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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Lyric Entry-Anne R






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Today's entry is by Anne R.


Through the grey
and clouded sky,
the One will guide,
a beacon of light
to the lost
and broken,
the healed
and found,
guiding us all
with the strength of His love.



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Sunday, April 12, 2015

Your Path


"Show me your ways, Lord, teach me your paths." Psalm 25:4

Friday, April 10, 2015

Bonus Scene 2 - The Restorer

As I gear up for the release of The Deliverer (book 4 in the Sword of Lyric series), I'm sharing bonus scenes from the first three books.

Today is Bonus Scene 2: In which Tristan discovers revenge doesn't heal a broken heart, and there's a strange soccer mom on the loose. This falls after chapter four in The Restorer.

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Tristan:
“She warned me.” I tossed back the last swig of clavo and wiped out the mug before tucking it away on a recessed shelf. Not that there was any real need to clean up. The place probably wouldn’t see another person for seasons to come. I was stalling, and I knew it.
Kieran leaned against the open doorway, squinting into the distance. “Who warned you of what?”
“My mother. She tried to stop me.”
“We all tried to stop you. You did what you had to.”
I slung my pack over one shoulder and met Kieran at the door. “She warned me that revenge wouldn’t change anything. She begged me to stay in Braide Wood.”
Kieran shook his head. “You’ve got new things to worry about. By the way, she headed toward the center of town.”
I sighed. Not the direction I needed to go. “Of course she did.” I followed Kieran outside and pulled the door closed.
“I still say you should leave her here and get back to Lyric for some damage control. The Council has probably figured out by now that you aren’t where you’re supposed to be.”
More regret slammed into me. I hadn’t cared about what my mother needed. I hadn’t cared about the guardians in my command. I hadn’t cared about anything but tracking the Rhusican. Every day I’d woken with desperate hope that tore my insides like a rizzid’s claws. Hope that confronting the Rhusican would bring me answers. Hope that justice would ease my pain. Hope that I’d be able to talk to the One again without shaking with rage. And now…now I just felt empty.
“Hey.” Kieran shoved me, a little too hard to be playful. “Stop it. Second guessing makes you weak.”
I swatted him aside and tightened my sword belt. “It’s not weakness to analyze my choices.”
“Choices? You didn’t have choices. You told me he attacked you.”
“He did. But it was still my sword that took his life. I could have—”
“Let him kill you?” Kieran spit the words out through a clenched jaw.
I took a step back. “What are you so mad at me for?”
“Because you’re an idiot. He did more than enough damage, but you insist on making it worse by torturing yourself.” Kieran raked a hand through his dark hair, haggard lines deepening on his face.
Another person I hadn’t considered. He’d been devastated too. My shoulders slumped. “I wish I could bring her back.”
Pain flashed in Kieran’s eyes. He turned away and cleared his throat. “Go track down your protégé before she wanders into a clay pit. Although, come to think of it, that would solve a few problems.” With a dry chuckle, he strode down the street, heading toward Hazor.
I shook my head, picked up the extra pack I’d assembled, and walked toward the center of town to find Susan. Unlike Kieran, I could dare to hope for a Restorer. After all, what else could explain what we’d both seen? Her crumpled, lifeless body had healed. Still, she seemed awfully small and confused to be of much help. If I were still on speaking terms with the One, I’d ask Him what her appearance meant. But for now I’d hope someone in Braide Wood could figure out what to do with her.