To Kiill or Not to Kill.

 I started a novel five years ago, and the genre is a departure for me. Most of my books are uplifting, happy, and funny. Sarah, the haphazard angel, keeps one in stitches as she goes about Earth trying to help people.

Besides my Sarah Series, I wrote two historical novels and they make one think about cultural changes.

All my books are Christian.

I decided to try my hand at something different. So, this novel is about a lady seeking revenge. She plans to kill a man she hates.

Here's an excerpt.

After the funeral, her parents urged her to live with them. Toby’s parents in Florida had offered their home, too, and that was generous of them, she reasoned, but it wasn’t possible. Murder required careful preparation, and she couldn’t scheme with family around. They’d badger her with their good intentions, but they’d be in her way. Besides, she didn’t want law enforcement inquiries traced back to them. Arrangements for murder took careful thought. Living Colorado gave her the opportunity to search for the men she hated. If they were still in the area, she’d find them. If they lived elsewhere, she’d go wherever they were. And kill them—one-by-one, but she’d make them suffer first.

Revenge was a hell burning insider her again, and the desire to payback grew to inferno proportions. After she evened the score with those devils, she’d start a new life. Far away from this one. But not until she saw them die for what they’d done.

 I'm not good at murder mysteries. I'm wondering if I should let these men live. Or not.

And here’s another thing. Can I write a clean book without it being Christian? The paragraph above doesn't sound Christian.

I’m not sure I can write this, but it is a good story.

Stay tuned.

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I Now Have What I Prayed For!

 

While shopping in Hobby Lobby, I saw this plaque.

And it hit home with me.

 I Now Have What I Prayed For!

When hubby and I married, we spent the first seventeen years living in church owned homes. The first two houses, or parsonages as they are called, were furnished with sofas, tables, and beds from parishioners. All items were cast off from various people and no longer wanted.

A few items weren’t too bad, but they weren’t my choice, and none matched. These furnishings were a mishmash of necessary pieces.

We outgrew the second parsonage when two of our daughters were born. The house had one tiny closet for four people. I often felt like a sardine stuffed into a small can.

Frustration became a daily emotion.

The flock expected me to keep everything clean and look new, and I did what I could. We ordered a beige metal closet from the Sears Catalogue and placed it in the bedroom. It was not pretty, but it was functional.

The time came when we needed a new kitchen table. I was elated! “Now I can choose something I like.” I said to hubby. Nope! Not to be. A man found a table in a used furniture store, bought it, and delivered it to the parsonage. It was actually nice, and I liked it. But my point? I didn’t get the chance to shop and select.

I prayed for the day I’d be able to have my own home with my personal choices of furniture.

Our first owned home came seventeen years after marriage, and we are currently in our fourth one. Today I have a beautiful home with my selections!  We have lived in four parsonages owned by churches and four we bought.

I’m thankful God heard my prayers of long ago. He told me to wait. He said it would happen, but I didn’t believe Him! I thought I was destined to never have beautiful things from my personal selection.

I don’t know why He times events the way He does, but I know the waiting from all the yesterdays made me more appreciative of today.

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Nature's Wonders

 

 

Nature’s Wonders

Years ago, I produced a video, Psalms from the Mountains. This film contained audio Scripture and traditional hymns.  My motto was "Sharing His Creation."

I remember with joy the euphoria I experienced as I rode with a film crew through vistas in Canada, Hawaii, and Texas. They were all beautiful beyond description. God has done amazing work with this place He calls Earth.  As I followed the crew, I beheld a dazzling scene, and I said aloud, “God, have You seen this?”

And then I laughed. I think He did, too. Of course He saw it on that day with me, but He created it eons ago, and He must have enjoyed it then as well.

Studies have been done on the effects of nature to our wellbeing. Most of us spend our days on the computer, and we miss the benefits of outdoors.

The colors of nature can enhance our cognitive abilities, elevate our moods, and reduce stress. The lowering of blood pressure is another benefit.

I live in Houston, and it is brutally hot in the summer, so I don’t enjoy leaving my house. As I write this, it is spring, and the weather is beautiful. I’ve increased my walks.

I've been sitting on the porch.

I'm remembering my trips through the mountains.

Gazing at my many pictures of Texas bluebonnets.

Do I feel guilty for doing nothing?

I fight the guilt. In truth, I’m doing something. I’m listening to my body. I’m relaxing, healing, and I’m thanking God for giving the beauty around me. And I can do this from the comfort of home. There is beauty here, too. Tall trees. Blue sky. Birds chirping. Green grass. Colorful flowers.

Take a few minutes to breathe in His Creation.

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