9/22/2015 0 Comments Say Geronimo ...I was looking for costume elements for the cover of my new book, The Comanche Girl's Prayer, at the St. Vincent De Paul thrift store on Congress when I heard this song for the first time. I stood in the middle of the store, clutching an old bedspread as the words poured out of the overhead sound system. We can make this leap Through the curtains of the waterfall Some wonderful memories flooded into my mind, the Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman episode where Dr. Mike and Sully jump off the side of the cliff, The Sackett books where some mountain man would get shot to doll rags and hide out behind a waterfall until he somehow was magically cured and came out to fight another day. I grew up listening to historical fiction and watching Westerns. There is something almost magical about these lands of mountains and tumbleweeds, of dashing cowboys flying through the canyons on sure-footed steeds. So I can't wait. I can't wait to release my western story, about a courageous young woman (who is one-fourth Comanche) who follows the call of God to teach young children in a hidden Comanche/Kiowa camp. And while no one has a black or white hat or jumps off a waterfall, there will be plenty of excitement, daring and horseback riding. You can pre-order the book on Kindle here. Please note, the cover will be changed, I'm still waiting on it! If you would like to start the adventures with the first book, The River Girl's Song, you can get it here. Enjoy the song!
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7/19/2015 1 Comment What are You Anchored to?Lately, I've been hearing a lot of songs about anchors at church. And obviously, they are talking about God being 'The Anchor of our soul." But I've been thinking about anchors in our lives that don't act as stabilizers. They pull us down, down into icy depths where we stay until we are willing to let go.
I'll tell you about an anchor I deal with. Sorrow. Sorrow that things in my life didn't go quite the way I wanted them to. Sadness and regret over lost time, lost years and bad choices. I hold on to that anchor so fiercely, it leaves marks all over my life. And I can't move into the fullness of joy Jesus would have me walk in because I will not let go. And you know what? I have every right to feel sadness. I have every right to feel wronged. I HAVE been wronged. But though I have the rights to hold that anchor, I will never truly be free until I let go. Anchors can have all kinds of names. Addiction, frustration, unforgiveness. Irritation when people are rude or unkind. Fear is a big one. These are REAL. We have the right to hold on to them, or at least have justified them to ourselves. But until we pry ourselves away, we will never be able to hold to the true Anchor of Our Soul, the One who asks us to let go of our past and hold on to Him, to sail away to new adventures. |
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