Friday, December 13, 2013

Blessings Come in Little Packages

When I accepted a position working for the preschool at our church this September, never did I realize how this would change my life.

Imagine 18 children between the ages of 3 and 5, gathered around tables in a small room to eat lunch and have "quiet time." Can you hear it? The loud voices, the laughter?

The children bring their lunches and boy is that fun. So many containers to open amid calls of "Miss Carol, Miss Carol! Can you open this?"

After lunch, the task is to convince the children to lay down on their individual cots for "quiet time." Yeah, right! It's taken a while, but most times we are successful. Since some of the children do not take naps at home, we have started showing a short movie, mostly Veggie Tales. This is a good way to get them to rest for a half-hour (as required by state regulations).

By the time they line up to go back to class, I'm a little tired myself.

The blessing I have received is in learning each child's individual personality and needs. When I see their beautiful smiles, feel their hugs, and hear them call my name excitedly as they come to lunch, or wave goodbye as they go to class in the afternoon, my heart is filled to overflowing.

Today we had a surprise visit from Santa. He was in the Narthex waiting for the preschoolers to arrive, as was I, when a little girl saw him and ran up to give him a hug. I just had to snap the picture. God led me to this job when I was lost in grief, not knowing what to do with my empty days after my husband's death. I had prayed for comfort and healing. I've received that and so much more from spending a couple hours a day in the midst of these wonderful children.

"Then little children were brought to Him that He might put His hands on them and pray, but the disciples rebuked them. But Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.' " Matthew 19:13-14

"Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb is a reward." Psalm 127:3

Thank you for visiting and reading my devotions! You are a blessing to me.
I love writing about children. If you love children, you might be interested in reading "Lighting the Tree", a Christmas story about a woman who puts a package under her unlit tree every year, hoping to be reunited with her daughter.

Brenda Davis is resigned to climbing into bed and shutting out thoughts of happy family gatherings. Twenty-four years ago she gave her baby up for adoption. Every year since, she’s placed a present under an unlit Christmas tree, waiting until the time they can be reunited. It’s Christmas Eve, and Brenda’s heart is heavy for she’s going to spend it alone—again.
But her friend, Dave Kingsdale, has other plans. He convinces Brenda to go to dinner with him. What he doesn’t tell her is that dinner will be at his parents’ home. For a long time, the widower has been longing to tell Brenda he wants more than friendship from her. What he doesn’t know is that she has the same feelings for him. And what neither of them know is a Christmas miracle is about to happen—delivered by an unlikely Santa.

Friday, December 6, 2013

To Everything There is a Season

We are expecting a storm with rain changing to snow with a threat of 4-6 inches to accumulate over the next day and a half. Immediately I began mentally taking stock of food which would see me through if I should get snowed in. I'll have to put away the garden wagon and get out the snow shovel. This snow may be very wet, which means the leaf blower will not clear the walk and drive. It'll take muscle power.

I really don't mind the snow. I'm from an area where snowfall would exceed 12 inches any time between November and March. I love the white stuff. This morning I saw a beautiful cardinal sitting on a barren tree branch. The red color appeared vibrant against the gray background and sky. One of the most gorgeous sights in winter is a cardinal perched on a snow-laden tree.

Yes, winter is closing in. I'm anticipating longer days and nights spent indoors with my fingers on the keyboard. This month I'm finalizing edits on JOSHUA'S HOPE, which will be available soon on Amazon and Smashwords. The second book in the HAVENS CREEK series is well underway, but has been put on hold until after the first of the year. Stories require immersing our minds and souls into the words to create a world where our characters come to life and readers are whisked away to join them. Sometimes grief still grabs me and I lose the momentum needed to create. Thus, to do justice to my writing, I have to allow myself the necessary down-time for healing.

God reminds us there is a season and a time for every purpose in this time we spend on earth.

Ecclesiastes 3:4-8 "To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to gain, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Thank you for taking time to read my devotions and posts here on Story and Logic from Christian Authors. I have two Christmas shorter reads available on Amazon and other ereader sites for only $.99 LIGHTING THE TREE and COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS. Read more about these and my other books and get links by visiting my website and clicking the "Books" tab. God bless you and keep you!

Friday, November 8, 2013


The time changed this past Sunday, falling back. Not my favorite thing because it means longer nights. No more sitting on the deck until 8:30 or 9:00 p.m. Porch lights are on now by six and the doors shut and locked. More time spent inside my house and less outdoors.

However, there is always a blessing in the darkest of times. The sun rises much earlier now. I'm able to view spectacular skies as God brings in the new day.

Yesterday morning I found this lone clematis. Brave little flower defying the cold temperatures and a season of non blooming for this plant. There it was smiling up at me as if to say "All things are possible through Christ."

That one small bloom brought a smile to my heart and lifted my spirits. There are so many friends who are suffering through trials in their lives right now. The news programs talk about terrible events happening each day. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed with the madness of the world. But I'm reminded not to despair by the blessing of one lone flower.

"Do all things without complaining and disputing, that you may become blameless and harmless, children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world..." Philippians 2:14-15

The clematis reminded me that never in history have times been without chaos. I'm anchored to the One behind the veil and even in the midst of the worst circumstances, He will never, ever remove the anchor.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Organic Writing: It’s Not About Technique, It’s About Story

By Karin Beery

I love outlines. It started in high school, and I mastered them in college. When I started writing for a local newspaper, I struggled with my articles until I busted out the Roman numerals and outlined my rough drafts. Then the articles practically wrote themselves.
My confusion started when I wrote my novels. I wrote my first novel in six weeks, no outline. I just sat down and wrote, never thinking about the details. My second novel, however, didn’t flow. I wrote two versions with so many holes that by the time I finished my final draft, I’d thrown away over 90,000 words.
My gut reaction told me to outline my next novel. It worked for articles, it should work for books, right?
I outlined my next manuscript, and something peculiar happened – I only followed it for the first few chapters. Then the story ran off in different directions. Whole chapters summarized themselves into a few paragraphs. Situations that took two lines in the outline stretched into multi-chapter events. In summary, the outline failed.
So where does that leave me? Most writers classify themselves as outliners or SOTP (seat-of-the-pants) writers. You can find dozens of articles extolling the virtues of each, but I don’t fit into either clubhouse. Should I outline, or free-write?
I recently read Organic Writing by Steven James, published in Writer’s Digest and it changed my perspective. He doesn’t focus on technique. Instead, it’s all about the story.
So how does one write organically? These are James’ ideas through the lens of my understanding.
1.     Re-evaluate what you’ve heard about story. Know what every story needs, and put it in there. James says, “When you’re informed about what makes a story work, you’re never writing from the seat of your pants.” That doesn’t mean you don’t write freestyle, it just means you know what you need to include before you start typing.
2.     Let narrative forces, rather than formulas, drive your story. I’ve got lots of diagrams and ideas about the writing doors, bridges, acts, etc. The problem comes when I try to fit the story into those molds, rather than letting the story tell itself. Forget the formulas.
3.     Follow rabbit trails. “Without serendipitous discoveries your story runs the risk of feeling artificial and prepackaged.” Enough said.
4.     Write from the center of the paradox. You need to know the backstory, but you don’t need to write it. Start in the middle, with the action, and go to the end.
5.     Trust the fluidity of the process. It’s okay to abandon the outline. It’s also okay to start with idea and watch the story run off the page. Just go with it.
These revelations relieved the pressure of identifying what type of writer I am and freed me to sit and write, even if that means a great outline that I abandon midway. It’s okay to follow the story, where ever it leads. After all, it’s the reason I’m writing.
Karin Beery is a freelance writer/editor/coach, wife, care giver, and homemaker, Karin Beery has published over 350 articles in various periodicals, in addition to writing her novels. With a degree in English and five years of experience as a freelance writer and editor, Karin offers proofreading, editing, and coaching services for writers at all levels. She is an active member of many professional organizations, and is well-versed in publishing standards and requirements. She specializes in business writing and fiction (strange, but true). You can find her online at:
Twitter: @karinbeery

Friday, October 25, 2013

Be Still and Listen

Psalm 46:10 "Be still, and know that I am God;"

This is my treadmill desk. I love to write while I'm walking and listening to background music. The time flies and I don't have any shoulder or back pain from sitting in a chair. I turn the treadmill to 1.5 or 2.0, which is a very slow walk. However, the exercise keeps the blood flowing and makes for a better writing session.

I miss my desk! Lately I've been writing at my kitchen table. Mostly because I've been so tired and worn out. Going through heart tests and the doctor advised me not to do the treadmill right now. Then bronchitis settled in and totally wiped me out.

My daughter said it was God telling me to slow down. After the death of my husband, I threw myself into major projects so I wouldn't be able to think about the sadness of being alone. Since I've always been a very healthy and active person, all of this has been difficult to accept.

God never does anything to harm us and sometimes we need to slow down and regroup. These are the times when He draws us closer to Him. When we are too busy, we can easily forget to listen to God's voice. Every day God talks to me. He speaks to me through nature, through friends, and through family. I'm slowly recovering and waiting for results from the doctor. I'm doing a lot of resting. God tells me this, too, shall pass. For the moment, I'm savoring the beauty of the heavens, the blue skies, the stormy skies, the clouds intricately stacked in 3-D, the sun, the moon, the changing leaves. I'm soaking up the lessons in Bible Study. Reading good Christian books. Reading the Bible. Listening to God.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Write your Passion

What’s Your Passion?

Linda W. Yezak

In a recent discussion on ACFW’s Women’s Fiction loop, author Sharon A. Lavy said, “I really care about the relationships between people of all kinds. Parents and children, siblings, friends. I really have a passion that women need other women. So every story I write includes the close friendship of women. No matter what else is going on in the story.”

Whatever an author is passionate about shows up in their work and often fills the characters with life and the strength of their convictions. Sometimes the passion is just there, quiet and subtle, like Sharon including close friendships in all of her works; sometimes it whacks you across the face with a wet towel, as in stories written by authors on a soap box (not recommended, by the way). But the author’s passion can make the difference between ho-hum characters and memorable people who live in the pages of our books.

Specificity is important when writing about our passions. Although Sharon “really cares about relationships” in general, she’s passionate about the idea that “women need other women.” What’s implied in her statement is that along with her husband, her children, her family, a woman needs female friends. As a reader and a woman, I can relate to that. I need my friends. I need the opportunity to be just a woman–not a wife, daughter, mother, or any other tag that goes along with being female, but just a woman associating with other women who understand me.

My first novel, Give the Lady a Ride, is a romance, and I can say that I’m passionate about love–who isn’t? But even with this, it helps to be specific. Love between a man and a woman is the point of romance, so specifics could include first love, renewed love, growing love, 50th-anniversary love. Women’s fiction often deals with other kinds of love–between sisters, mother and daughter, friends, any other relationship. If you’re passionate about love, tell me: What relationship is important to you? What aspect appeals to you? What is it about love that pumps your blood? Be specific.

Patricia Talbert, my main character in Give the Lady a Ride, reflects my one-time conviction that I’d never get married again. Tried it. Hated it. Never wanted to do it again. I held on to that for the entire ten years between my first husband and my second. God gave me a second chance at love, and now I’m passionate about the idea of second chances–which is also reflected in Ride.

My current novel, an unpublished women’s fiction story, The Cat Lady’s Secret, reflects my passion too, but from a different angle. Instead of God granting a second chance, it’s granted by one person to another. Inherent in this are the concept of forgiveness and the idea that fights aren’t fatal to a relationship, that misunderstandings can be overcome. Because of my life experiences, it took me a long time to learn this. Now I consider it the most valuable lesson God ever taught me, and I want others to understand it too.

I could go on through my current WIPs and show how my passion–second chances at love–is illustrated time after time, but suffice it to say, it’s there, “no matter what else is going on in the story.”

What’s at your core? What are you passionate about? What ideals do you cling to? How are they reflected in your work?

Bio: Linda W. Yezak holds a BA in English, a graduate certificate in Paralegal Studies, and a bucket list as long as her arm. Among the things on the list is owning a stable full of horses, and since that’s not likely to happen, she includes horses in each of her novels, from her contemporary western romance Give the Lady a Ride and her current work, The Cat Lady’s Secret, to her works-in-progress. Until the day she can retire with her husband to their land in Central Texas and ride to her heart’s content, she’ll continue with her writing and freelance editing careers.

Friday, October 18, 2013


by Darlene Franklin

And let the loveliness of our Lord, our God, rest on us, confirming the work that we do. Oh, yes, affirm that work that we do. (Psalm 90:17, MSG)

Contests and writers go hand and hand. As a parent, I scouted Caldecott and Newberry award winners for my children. When I am adventurous, I read a book that won the Nobel prize or look up a Pulitzer-prize winner. In my limited writer’s world, I admire writers who win a Carol award, the Will Rogers Medallion, a RITA award.

In my quest for recognition, though, I have overlooked the most important one of all: God’s seal of approval.

Moses says that God’s loveliness affirms and confirms my work. I associate “lovely” with things that please my sense: voice, face, taste, smell.

But God’s loveliness lies, not in something my sense can observe, but in His character. He is my friend and my Savior, my protector and my husband.

The parallelism of Hebrew poetry says that God’s loveliness both confirms and affirms my work. He both proves and declares their value. He pokes around my work, my words, testing them for truth. Then He declares and supports them.

What might readers say if I put a gold star on my book covers, stating “approved by God”?

My gut reaction is, what hubris, the most awful sort of pride. Moses’ words suggest it’s available to all of us, whatever our work is. If God wrote a review of my books, what would He say? Instead, for now, He chooses to work through His people. Until we get a glimpse into the heavenly records, all we can do is to support each other.

Since God offers to give me His seal of approval, He deserves my very best. I should strive for quality because He is my ultimate editor and critic.


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Bio: Darlene Franklin’s greatest claim to fame is that she writes full-time from a nursing home. She lives in Oklahoma, near her son and his family, and continues her interests in playing the piano and singing, books, good fellowship, and reality TV in addition to writing. She is an active member of Oklahoma City Christian Fiction Writers, American Christian Fiction Writers, and the Christian Authors Network. She has written twenty-six books, been published in twenty more, and has written more than 200 devotionals. Her historical fiction ranges from the Revolutionary War to World War II, from Texas to Vermont.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Making S.M.A.R.T. goals

Guest Blogger Terri Main

Many people treat goals like wishes. A goal is something they hope will somehow happen if they work real hard and have good luck and the stars align properly. In reality, a goal is the first part of an action plan. That means you have to think through your goals carefully. I just read this acronym and loved it. S.M.A.R.T. goals.

S - pecific

Your goal needs to be specific enough that you will know instantly if you achieved it or not. Take a look at Nanowrimo. The goal is to write 50,000 words as the first draft of a novel. I know exactly when to crack open my bottle of Classic Coke ( I don't drink alcohol ) and celebrate. Too many people will tell me their goal for the coming year is to "write more," "get to work on my novel," or "build up my business." With goals like that, not only will you not achieve them, you won't even know when you did achieve them.

Some examples of specific goals include:

  • Write an average of 1000 words a day on non-holiday weekdays. 
  • Edit and put in the mail the following novels/short stories/nonfiction books/articles
  • Complete two novels. 
  • Write and send out 25 magazine articles.
  • Send out at least two query letters per week/month
M - easurable 

Being specific means your goals need to be measurable. As mentioned before, "doing more writing" is not only a vague goal, there is no way to measure it. Some types of things that can be measured in writing are:

  • Word Counts
  • Pages Edited
  • Projects Completed
  • Projects Submitted to Editors/Publishers
  • Projects Self-Published
  • Number of local clients contacted
  • Number of blog posts written
  • Number of social media connections made
A - ctionable

 Too many people set goals they have no direct control over. For instance, they will set a goal like "Publish three novels." Now, unless you plan to self-publish, that is not an actionable goal. There is nothing you can do to ensure it will happen. Much of that goal is outside your control. First, an assistant editor has to pass along your proposal to an editor. That editor has to meet with an editorial committee. They have to consider budget, market trends, the composition of their fall catalog and a dozen more factors before deciding whether or not to publish your work.

So, what is  under your control? Writing the novel. Editing your novel. Sending out proposals or meeting with editors at writers conferences. So, frame your goal in terms of the actions you will take. like: "I will complete three novels and submit them to at least five publishers each."

R - ealistic

Now, this is one where people fail by either overestimating or underestimating. Your goals should challenge you, but not to the extent that they are virtually impossible to attain. For instance, Nanowrimo's 50,000 word challenge is doable for most people if they can put in an hour or two a day on the project. That's 1650 words a day or about seven double spaced type written pages a day. Now, to determine if this is reasonable for you or not, you need to know some things. First, you need to know how fast your write, rough draft speed. You can find this out by writing for fifteen minutes three times, counting the number of words and creating an average for an hour of writing and reducing it by 25 percent. So, if you average 1200 words an hour, call it 900 so you have some wiggle room for slower days.

You can do the same with other writing activities like editing, preparing the final manuscript, formatting an ebook for publication, even writing your blog. That way when you say you want to be able to write 10,000 words a month on your novel, you will know approximately how much time that will take and be able to decide whether or not that is realistic.

T - imed

There is nothing like a deadline, even a self-imposed one, to motivate completion of your goals. One of the values of Nanowrimo is the fact that by the end of the month, you either have written your 50,000 words and you get your badge to put on your website, or you didn't. As those last days of November tick down, you feel the pressure of the deadline to either keep up the pace or increase it.

When setting your goals, make them time sensitive. For instance, don't just say you want to complete such-and-such a novel, say, "I will complete such-and-such a novel by the end of March." That sets a specific time frame for completion.

So, as you begin to think about your goals for next week, next month or next year just how S.M.A.R.T. are they. 

Terri Main taught communication, both written and oral, at the college level for 30 years prior to her retirement in 2012. She has also written professionally for 40 years. She has published novels, short stories, magazine articles, dramas and nonfiction through both traditional and self-publishing venues. She is currently anticipating the release of a new novel as well as teaching a variety of writing oriented courses including novel writing and self-publishing classes.


Friday, October 11, 2013


“Which crayon do I use to color God?” asked Heather.

I taught third grade and fourth grade in a parochial school. Pictures of God were nestled within the illustrated pages of bible stories and religion texts stacked on the bookshelves. Fortunately, questions with this depth rarely needed an explanation from me or a book. The kids usually took the conversation where it needed to go.

“Jesus is white,” insisted James.

“No, he’s not,” argued Matteo. “He’s tan.”

“How do you know?” inquired Amy.

“He’s white in church,” replied James.

“Jesus is in the church?” she asked.

“No, the Jesus statue is in the church,” explained James. “The statue is white. And so is Jesus.”

“That statue was thought up by an artist,” Michael mumbled. “That guy didn’t know what Jesus looked like. He just made his looks up.”

“I didn't ask about a Jesus-colored crayon,” argued Heather. “What color is God?”

She dumped her box of crayons on the table, reminding me of all of the colors of paint that were available as I selected hues for a picture of an elephant when I was five. At five, I felt no need to mix the black and white to bring life to the elephant’s grey skin. I chose red and yellow and brown and black and white because I liked them. No one said “Color between the lines” until I entered kindergarten where I learned the “correct” color of elephants … and people. God? That was a tricky one. I never considered the question before, but today I heard plenty of answers.

While the children argued among themselves, Michael walked over to the world map on the wall and traced Israel’s boundaries with his finger. The land of milk and honey. The Promised Land. Jesus’s home. Michael meandered to the window sill and picked up the globe and flashlight used for a lesson the day before about sunlight and the equator. He placed the globe on the table in front of me and put the flashlight in my hand.

“Do it again, Miss Connor,” said Michael. “Talk about the sunlight and the equator. And people’s skin color.”

“The closer people live to the equator, the darker people’s skins get,” shouted James. “They’d be sunburned all of the time if they didn't have dark skin.”

“Kinda like a permanent suntan,” laughed Alicia.

“Well, sort of like that,” I agreed. ”In science class we call that …”

“Brown,” Michael interrupted, pointing to his own skin. ”We call it brown.”

Man was created in God’s own image.

“What color is God, Michael?” I asked.

Wisdom often unfolds in questions … when I’m wise enough to listen by inviting answers from Divine sources. Like Michael.

“God’s whatever color he wants to be,” he happily replied.

The bell rang. The children lined up to go to recess. And I understood God a little better than I did before. God transcends colors … and we do not need to confine the Divine to shades between the lines. God is. And, today, that’s all I need to know.


Dr. Julie Connor is popular workshop presenter and conference speaker, author, and passionate advocate for at-risk youth and multicultural inclusion. She has 30+ years of experience as a teacher, pastoral minister, nonprofit director, and program administrator. As an expert in vision, mission, and collaborative goal-setting strategies, Julie believes we are created with purpose for a purpose. Dr. Connor shows others how to dream big, plan well, work smart, and embrace our Divine call to greatness. She hosts a website called Inspiration With Julie She is the author of An Inspired Walk, a four-book series providing tools needed to transform dreams into manageable plans of action that will be available in August, 2013 (Go to for more information.

Monday, October 7, 2013



Writing Christian fiction is not for the faint of heart. As my friend Tom Jones (the pastor not the pop star) recently told me, if you’re going to be a writer you have to grow a thick skin because people will criticize.

A few weeks ago, I received a criticism of my young adult trilogy from a friend of mine who is a deacon in the Episcopal Church. She said that teenagers are going to roll their eyes at my characters Abby and John for their commitment to sexual abstinence. She assured me that mainline denominations believe that concept is misogynous and outdated, and that as long as the couple is mature enough and respect each other enough, sexual activity is suitable and even assumed—especially if they are engaged.* See more below.

A recent (3-star) review of Every Hill and Mountain by SKJAM! REVIEWS closely mirrors her view.

“This book is aimed at the Christian young adult market, so there is quite a bit of God-talk …The sexual prudishness of the protagonists will probably have older teens, particularly ones not raised in more conservative Christian communities, rolling their eyes. Conservative Christian parents, on the other hand, are likely to approve of Abby and John’s chaste relationship.…”

This same reviewer jumps to the conclusion that the reason my characters are so “prudish” is because they’ve been the victims of an abstinence-only sex ed program. He continues:

“And [Ryan’s] reasoning for having sex with Kate shows the perils of abstinence-only sex ed and purity culture–a more streetwise woman than Kate would have noticed how bogus the logic was.”

Speaking of bogus logic. Modern sex-ed programs do everything but assist teens into bed with so-called “safe sex” instructions. It is the abstinence-only programs that teach girls (and boys) to be “street smart,” to warn them of the perils of listening to their hormones talking.

Of course, I was quite conscious as I wrote the trilogy that our culture has taken the position that abstinence is passé, uncool, unnecessary, and an impossibility. (And possibly even dangerous to the health of its practitioners.) No one could watch contemporary TV or movies or read secular novels without realizing that “dating” (if the word is used at all) equates with a sexual relationship. Actually, “relationship” itself equates with sexual activity.

And I knew that many contemporary mainline denominations are silent about what the Bible says about sexual purity. My deacon friend actually asserts the Bible doesn’t even teach this.

But I have to admit I’m more than a little shocked that this reviewer and especially my deacon friend would find Abby and John’s commitment to abstinence a negative. After all, even if you believe that it is impossible to live a sexually pure life wouldn’t you still want novels to present this ideal to teenagers? I would say that although it is impossible to fully live up to any of the Bible’s commands we still need to hear what they are. (And turn to Christ as the law’s fulfillment.)

I once read an article in which young people had been interviewed about teen novels that adults write for them. More than one complained that adults seemed only to write about teens having sex and using alcohol and drugs. “We think about more than that,” one girl said. “We think about lots of other things, important things.”

I respect that and try to offer teens substance in my books. I believe they are looking for heroes and role models such as my fictional characters, Abby and John. I disagree that my characters are sexually repressed prudes. Here is the passage from Every Hill and Mountain that apparently offended my critics. Abby and Kate’s boyfriends are stuck at Abby’s house and spend the night downstairs in the living room. During the night, an emergency comes up and Abby must find her boyfriend John quickly.

The tricky part would be finding John. Pat had brought a sleeping bag from the hall closet for him, but Abby had no idea where he put it. Other than the soft snores coming from the vicinity of the couch, the room was completely quiet.
She discovered the answer to her question when a hand came out of the darkness and grabbed her ankle. She stumbled and landed on a warm chest. A bare warm chest, from which came a soft whoosh of air. Right after the whoosh, a large hand covered her mouth. The precaution was unnecessary. She had recognized John’s cologne and knew in an instant that it was no nightmare monster attacking her.
He put his mouth to her ear and whispered, “What are you doing here? I thought [Ryan] Turner was the one planning on nighttime shenanigans.”
Abby pulled his hand away from her mouth and tried for indignant, which was difficult when whispering. “Don’t be ridiculous, Mr. Roberts. If I was inclined to get into your bed, and I’m not, it wouldn’t be with Ryan in the room.”
“Well, you are in fact in my bed, and you’d better get out of it quick. I know the Bible says God will never give us any temptation stronger than what we can handle, but…”
“Just to be clear, you are the one who dragged me into your bed, and—”
“Abby. Please. Have pity. What is it you want?”
If felt wonderful being in John’s arms, but she had promised him and God that she wouldn’t intentionally tempt him to break his commitment—their commitment—to abstinence.
“Come up to the computer room,” she whispered. “There’s something you have to see.” And then she rose less than gracefully and stood looking down at him. “And don’t wake Ryan.”

I think they’re being heroic, not prudish. After all, they certainly think sex together would be pretty wonderful. Consider another passage that exemplifies the thinking more typical of our culture today. Here, Abby’s friend Kate tries to convince her that premarital sex is okay.

“Ryan said virginity is like a tamper-proof seal on a bottle of aspirin. It’s meant for the man you’re going to marry. And now that we know we’re getting married, what’s the point of waiting. You’ll see when you’re engaged, Abby.” Kate turned on her side away from her. “Let’s get some sleep.”
Abby lay staring up at the blinking red smoke detector light on the dark ceiling, wondering if she even really knew her roommate any more.

How sad that Kate has fallen for that line. It’s not that she lacks “street smarts.” She just forgot to run away from temptation, something that John becomes quite adept at in Unclaimed Legacy.

It would be wonderful if everyone who read my books loved them (and posted glowing reviews for them.) But as they say, you can’t please all the people all the time. However, I really listen to every comment I receive about my books, whether positive or negative. Sometimes I learn some pretty good stuff that will help me to be a better writer.

But not this time. I pray that I will remain firm in my commitment to please God rather than reviewers.

*But back to mainline denominations. Is my deaconess friend even right about their teachings on sex? Do you have experience with such churches? I sincerely would like to know their various positions on sex. Wait! that came out wrong. I mean, I would like to understand what churches are teaching about sex today. You may leave your answer in the comment section of my blog. Clickhere to go to the article.

By the way, I am a prudish and happy member of a “radical, extremist, and conservative” denomination that still believes premarital sex is sin. I live with my husband in Waterloo, Illinois, where I enjoy reading (of course), gardening, and learning about regional history. We have three children, four grandchildren, and two canine buddies Scout and Digger.
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Friday, September 27, 2013

As an author, I've experienced moments when I want to give up because of doubt, fear of failure, and even fear of success. The work is difficult. Some days each word is pulled from my mind with extreme effort.
We're told to just write the story and not worry about the details of grammar, sentence structure, passive voice, gerund phrases, overuse of words... The list goes on. The editing can be done after the book is written. Ha! Kudos to those writers who are able to do this.
Currently I'm revising one of my books, JOSHUA'S HOPE, which will be released before the end of the year. At the same time, I'm finishing the second book in the Havens Creek series. Moments exist. Moments of anxiety. Moments of doubt.
Life is a series of moments. Moments of trouble, moments of joy. These moments make footprints in our minds, like tiny bird tracks. Some will fade away, others are set firmly to remain forever. Moments mold us, change us. How we receive them will make us stronger or weaker. God wants us to use these moments to deepen our faith. To make us stronger. To prepare us for the future. He believes in us even when we don't believe in Him.
This is our temporary home. God expects us to use His gifts to spread the Good Word. Everything we have here on earth, He has provided. Not me. Not you. Doubts and anxiety are moments Satan uses to turn us against God. To deteriorate our faith.
My books will be God's time. For His will be done...on earth as in Heaven.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18 "Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

Friday, September 6, 2013

Carrying on a Conversation with Cats

My day started with me sitting on my balance ball with my cat Wilbur on my lap. Morning is his time to get loving attention and it doesn't matter that I'm balancing on a ball and checking emails and Facebook. I reached for my cup of tea and out of the blue a huge sneeze escaped. So did Wilbur. Tea splashed on the desk and I nearly rolled off the ball. Nearly.

I suppose I've earned the title of crazy cat lady. I talk to my cats. Otherwise this house would be much too quiet. They like to hear my voice and yes, they talk back. No one but me understands what they say. But that's okay since there's no one to judge our conversations.

All three of my cats were adopted from our Vet's office and they are all three from one litter, proving how different siblings can be.

Wilbur wakes me each morning at 6:00 a.m. He hasn't accepted that I no longer have to wake early enough to commute to a day job, even though more than three years have gone by since retirement. He lays on my lap and purrs really loud, gives me long, loving looks. He never starts a conversation, but responds to I love you with a soft quick, love you back.

With cats there is never a day without amusement. Templeton is the king of the house. He rules. He's bigger and stronger...and much more curious. He is the one who carries on long conversations with me. He monitors my writing, gives me advice and sometimes has to tap the keys if he thinks I'm not following his directions.

He's always getting into something he shouldn't. Our conversations go like this:
Me: Templeton, get down from there.
Templeton: (turns to look at me) No!
Me: Do I have to get the water bottle? (I use a spray bottle to correct them)
Templeton: (Gives me the look and dares me with a loud) Go ahead!
Me: I mean it. Get down!
Templeton: (Ignores me) Continues to move forward with confidence and a soft meowing sound that equates to Right, like you're really going to do that.
Me: I make a loud display of getting out of my chair.
Templeton: Looks over his shoulder and stops, but doesn't obey.
Me: Now you're in trouble! (I reach for the bottle)
Templeton: Jumps down with a loud I didn't mean it! Saunters away.
Me: Yeah, and don't you forget it!

I've decided his little acts of disobedience are to distract me from spending time looking at the monitor. While I've been writing this, I've had to jump out of my chair twice to threaten a spray from the bottle. The cabinet door where the large bowls are stored is standing open. He is sitting beside me trying to strike up a conversation. Cats are smart and they reason out problems...even how to open drawers and doors. Sigh.

There are days when the cats race through the house so fast I can't see them. Just a streak, a flash of fur, running from room to room and coming to a sudden stop on the back of the sofa or loveseat. Eyes big and round. Head turning like they are watching something I can't see. Then off they go again. I can usually equate these episodes with a full moon.

Charlotte is the smaller, dainty female of the litter. She prefers spending her day sleeping on my bed in the sun's rays. She gives out loving on her terms. Such a diva!

She alternately hisses at the boys or grabs them for a loving face wash.

She isn't as vocal, but has the loudest voice. Mostly I tell her I love her, she rubs my arms and responds with a raspy I love you, too.

Ah, life is never dull around here. We have learned to live together somewhat peaceably. As long as I provide the food and water and keep the litter clean, they are content.

Every day I thank God for his blessings. My house is not empty, or without activity. The five of us have moved into a semblance of content. My three cats, me and God.

Not long after that, Jesus went to the village Nain. His disciples were with him, along with quite a large crowd. As they approached the village gate, they met a funeral procession--a woman's only son was being carried out for burial. And the mother was a widow. When Jesus saw her, his heart broke. He said to her, "Don't cry." Then he went over and touched the coffin. The pallbearers stopped. He said, "Young man, I tell you: Get up." the dead son sat up and began talking. Jesus presented him to his mother. -- Luke 7:11-15 (MSG)

Jesus isn't going to bring Ron back to me. I wouldn't want that. Wouldn't want him to continue suffering. No, he was called home to meet Jesus face to face. What a glorious life for him! But Jesus hasn't forgotten me, the grieving widow. Each day he continues to bring laughter and love into my life through my cats, my friends, and family. Each day he gives me the strength to get through whatever comes. He holds my hand, leads me, and understands. Yes, he even understands why my cats and I have conversations.

Friday, August 30, 2013

The Blessing Basket

The past two months have been difficult for me as I continue to deal with the grief of my husband's death. Losing our loved ones is the most difficult thing most of us will face. Even Jesus wept at death.

I have received many small books and pamphlets which talk about dealing with grief and loss. One of the suggestions was to start a blessing jar by adding a penny for every received blessing. You can see the blessings accumulate.

Decided to try this with a modification. I started a blessing basket. This way I write down the blessings I receive and can read them later when I need a lift.

I believe this is something anyone can do at any time. What a nice way to realize that no matter what hardships we encounter in our lives, we also have reassurance of God's blessings.

My basket is pretty plain, but I am thinking about adding butterflies and flowers to adorn it. If you decide to do a blessing basket, let me know and send me a picture! I'd like to add it to my website where I'm creating a new "blessing basket" page.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Writing Interrupted

Karla Akins- Pastor's wife, Writer, Biker
My life is not a quiet one. That doesn’t mean I don’t yearn for the solace of a nunnery. I do. But God has not allowed that to be my reality yet. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever lead what one would call a quiet life.

My life is out loud, extra-cow-bells-all-the-time, out-of-control chaos. It’s not because I’m irresponsible. I just happen to live with twins with autism, a son with bipolar, a mother-in-law with Alzheimer’s and I’m a pastor’s wife and full-time college student. My husband himself has ADD--Attention Deficit Disorder—so that means I have to help him remember details of his schedule as well as mine.

How do I write in all of this?

I just do.

Writing doesn’t happen because I suddenly get the muse. As a Christian, I don’t have a muse. I have the Creator of all things Who inspires me. Here are some things I incorporate into my writing life to enabled me to keep the dream alive.

1.     I write when everyone else is asleep. I’ve learned how to take 20-minute naps during the day to make up for any sleep I lose either early in the morning or late at night. 20-minute naps are more restoring to me than hours of sleep as long as I take one about every 4 hours or so. I can sleep sitting up!

2.     I wear ear phones and listen to either music on Pandora, or Rainy Mood, or Coffitivity.

3.     I go to my office and shut the door. This doesn’t always work because I’m often needed, but if I’m on a deadline I shoot them all some stink eye and they’ve learned when I’m serious about being left alone.

4.     If I’m on a super-serious deadline and absolutely can’t be interrupted I leave the house and go to the library or church office, depending on my mood and how comfy I want to be.

5.     In between tasks I stop and switch laundry, make a meal, or perform some other chore. Chores still have to be done even though I’m supposedly writing “full-time.”

6.     I use my iPhone’s timer to keep track of how long I’m doing a task. I time myself a lot for chores and race against the clock. Seems silly, but it motivates me to get things done instead of procrastinating.

7.     I use FlyLady to help me keep my house organized. I’ve used her from the very beginning of her mailing list—at least 14 years!

8.     If my day doesn’t start with Bible reading and prayer, I waste time. For some reason if I start my days with time with the Lord, He stretches the time and makes things happen so much easier!

9.     I’ve had to learn to write interrupted. I write in 15 minute increments if I have to. Every little bit of writing counts and adds up. I don’t have the luxury of hours and hours of pondering and dreaming, so I take what I can get. Did you know that Agatha Christie wrote that way? She wrote on her breaks while she worked as a nurse.

10.  When I’m in waiting rooms, in the car, anywhere, I write in a notebook. I have learned to use every spare minute I can to keep the dream moving forward. You’ll be surprised how many extra minutes you can find when you really look for them.


Karla Akins is a pastor's wife, mother of five, and grandma to five beautiful little girls. Her debut novel, ThePastor’s Wife Wears Biker Boots was released on August 9.  She also writes narrative biographies for middle grades such as Sacagawea and JacquesCartier.

Q4U: How do you write in the midst of your busy life? I’d love to know your secrets!