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Andrea Boeshaar, Seasons of Redemption
Cinderella, life-change, Eileen Key, Christian fiction, testimony
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Eileen Key, Christian fiction
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short stories, humor
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Posted on Saturday, May 19, 2012 4:41 PM
In the on-going saga of cleaning the Melby basement and letting go of sentimental stuff, I stumbled on another tough one: Children's books. So I prioritized them on a 1 to 10 scale of memory-making intensity. It helped me part with a huge stack.
But these are all tens:
They are the books I distinctly remember reading to my boys. Some of them have their names inscribed in my mom's handwriting. In one, Jeff's name (in his printing) is crossed out and Mark's scrawled below it. In Baby Animals, the eyes of every animal are scribbled over in crayon. Definitely worth keeping and reading to my grandkids.
And then I unearthed a book I remember my mom reading to me. (Yes, they had books back then.) It's called Food and Clothes-- Published in 1938, reprinted in 1940, by Thomas Nelson (the original company began in 1798!)
 The book is divided into two sections: Food. And Clothes. (I know. . .duh. What else would you expect considering the title?) The Food half contains "Then and Now" stories like "Milk (or Bread or Meat), A Story of Long Ago." The "then" stories feature a cave man family. The "Now" stories are about a "modern" family. As a kid I loved imagining what it would have been like to be Kim or Kee (never could figure out which was the cave girl and which the boy). Looking at it now, I love that the "Then" back then is the "Long Ago" now. (Raise your hand if that made no sense at all!)
 Anyway, it got me thinking that maybe my writing career actually began while I was snuggling on the "davenport" with my mom when I was three or four. Because now I'm writing contemporary stories with historical parallels -- grown-up "Then and Now" stories. My current books go back to 1852, the Roaring Twenties, and 1912. The proposal I'm working on has parallels in the 1940s, 50s, and 60s. Something to remember as I snuggle up with grandkids and a pile of books.
What were your favorite books as a child? Do you see any way they influences the course of your life? I'd love to hear your stories.
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Posted on Wednesday, May 16, 2012 11:16 AM
I've known for years that I have ADD. Now I'm finding I also have APAD:
Aluminum Pan Attachment Disorder.
My sweet little mom died last June. She was 93. She lived a wonderful life and left us with so many heartwarming memories, life lessons. . .and aluminum pans.
I don't believe in aluminum pans. Did you know they've been linked to Alzheimer's?Okay, so the Alzheimer's Association says it's a myth, but can we really believe them? I'm a bit of a health nut--occasionally crossing the line into health nut case--which is why I switched to glass cookware several years ago.
So my mom dies and I inherit her pans. Pans I will never use, but which hold precious memories of from-scratch baked beans, clam chowder, barbecue, lime jello with pineapple and cottage cheese, and the best chuck roasts and gravy in the whole world. Oh, and Christmas plum pudding. How can I let go of the pans I learned to cook with? And the scenes attached to them that attach me to my past?
Sure, I could bless someone else with them, but what kind of a person would donate a potentially-dementia-causing pan to charity?
To really see the ridiculousness of my problem you need to take a close look at this picture. See the little green stickers? Those were put there by my mom when we had a garage sale to get rid of things she didn't want to cart along to the retirement center. They didn't sell (maybe because I hid them under the card table). But she let go of it all, so why can't I??
I'm beginning to see why I've found my writing niche in contemporary stories with a historical thread. Seeing reflections of the past in the events of today is not just a passion -- it's an illness.
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Posted on Wednesday, April 11, 2012 1:38 PM
 I'll soon be sharing pictures and stories from "The Research Road" as I visit Mineral Point, Wisconsin, Eureka Springs, Arkansas, and hopefully some stops on old Route 66. For a sneak peek, join me at The Barn Door.
Thank you, Lisa Lickel, for the invite. |
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Posted on Thursday, March 15, 2012 11:22 AM
 K. Dawn Byrd gives us a glimpse at the struggles of one of the characters in her young adult series this week:
Zoe Mack, the heroine in the Zoe
Mack Mystery Series, has spent summers with her grandparents her entire life.
Her grandmother led her to Christ at a young age. Zoe's not preachy or even
really vocal about her relationship with Christ, but she does help her
grandmother teach a Sunday School class for children.
Zoe's grandmother told her that her
life is her biggest testimony. Gram said she should just live for Jesus by
always doing the right thing and that if Jesus' nudges her to do more, she
should follow his lead.
Zoe's cousin Emma thinks she's the recipient of
some sick joke when an old boyfriend she thought dead shows up on the internet.
Can Zoe solve the mystery that's causing Emma so much pain when her attraction
to the town bad boy is so distracting? 
When Zoe Mack moves in with her grandparents to start college, she's thrown
into more mystery than she bargained for. Her cousin, Emma, is terrorized by a
stalker who breaks into her house and leaves a photo-shopped image of Emma
hanging from a tree. Nothing is as it seems and Emma soon learns that even the
man she thinks she can trust is suspect. Secret of the Love Letters summary:Zoe can't wait to reunite with Nate, the bad boy who doesn't talk about his
feelings much, but the passionate kiss he gave her last summer had to have
meant something. When she arrives back in town and discovers that he's in
trouble with the law, she must take matters into her own hands in order to
clear his name. She has her hands full with a needy Emma, a cop who gives her
the creeps, and Nate, the guy she desperately wants to call her own. Can Zoe
solve the mystery, clear Nate's name, and make him fall in love with her?
K. Dawn Byrd is an author of inspirational romance
and romantic suspense with five books published so far. Recently, she tried her
hand at young adult fiction and found that she really enjoyed writing it. Three
books in the Zoe Mack Mystery Series are scheduled to release January, June,
and December 2012. Shattered Identity, the sequel to Mistaken Identity, will
release in April. She is an avid blogger and gives away
several books per week on her blog at www.kdawnbyrd.blogspot.com, most
of which are signed by the authors. She's also the moderator of the popular
facebook Christian Fiction Gathering group at http://www.facebook.com/#!/group.php?gid=128209963444.
When not reading or writing, K. Dawn Byrd enjoys
spending time with her husband of 16 years while walking their dogs beside a
gorgeous lake near her home and plotting the next story waiting to be told.
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Posted on Friday, March 09, 2012 9:48 AM
 I'm happy to welcome author Alice Wisler as my guest this week.
Alice, when did you first surrender control of you life to the Lord?
I grew up in Japan as a daughter of missionary parents and was dragged to every church function possible. I felt Christianity was for older people. I did my share of getting into trouble at school, especially in the dormitory where I lived during the week.
However, when we went on furlough the summer of 1977, I was invited to a youth group at a church in Alabama where my dad was speaking about missions. As the members of the group—all my age—sang and prayed, I fell in love with Jesus. (The guitar player was cute, too, and I think I fell for him as well!)
What I remember most about that night was that there was a wonderful peace in myheart. I feared this peace would leave by the next day, but it didn’t. The rest of that summer I grew in my faith and wanted God to make my life into something beautiful.
What's the most difficult trial your faith has endured?
Losing my four-year-old son Daniel to death in 1997 has been my biggest struggle. Everyone was praying that his malignant tumor would shrink and that he’d be cancer-free. Instead, a staph infection crept into his compromised body and he died one cold night in February. My desire had been for his life, his health,and that he would grow up with his three siblings as part of our family. Now there is a hole in our family and in our hearts.
How do you keep going after a devastating loss like that?
I cannot say that I will ever understand why Daniel had to die. My faithwas broken; disappointment with God was great. However, as the years go on, I have learned that we serve a mysterious God, a God we cannot, nor should, put into a box. Faith believes in spite of what we can and can’t see.
I would love to have my son living with us, to share life on earth with him. I know he is safe and free in Heaven, experiencing more than I can imagine. But I miss him daily.
Since his death, I’ve written a lot of bereavement articles and always have grief and loss in my novels. I speak at conferences on Writing the Heartache, a workshop I’ve created. Many tell me that my workshops, articles, poetry, and novels have helped them with their own losses. I thank God for that. None of this makes up for not having my son with me, yet, once again, I live trusting God, knowing that “His ways are not our ways.”
Give us an introduction to one of your characters.
In my novel, A Wedding Invitation, Samantha Bravencourt held a grudge against the young Amerasian girl, Lien. Lien is a loud and rowdy student. In the refugee camp, Lien was accused of stealing from another refugee family. Although never found guilty, Samantha was certain Lien was capable of theft and accused her. Later, Samantha’s heart softens toward the girl, she surrenders her grudge to God, and she asks Lien for forgiveness. Lien is quick to forgive her teacher which brings tears to Sam’s eyes:
“Oh, many people believe I am not worthy because I am Amerasian. But Jonathan tells me that I’m a beautiful creation made and loved by God.” She smiles and then adds, “And forgiven. Forgiven by God. That is an awesome thing, isn’t it, Miss Bravencourt?”
 A Wedding InvitationSamantha Bravencourt worked as an English teacher at a refugee camp in the Philippines for Southeast Asian refugees. Most of her students were compliable, but not Lien, an Amerasian girl who caused havoc in the classroom. Years later, Sam is back in North Carolina and meets Lien. Lien has grown up and helps to reunite Sam with Carson, the man who broke Sam’s heart. Lien has a big favor to ask them. She wants Sam and Carson to join together to find her birth mother in time for her wedding. Will they be able to work together in spite of the romantic tension? Will they be successful in locating Lien’s mother?
Alice J. Wisler lives and writes in Durham, NC. She is the author of Rain Song, How Sweet It Is, Hatteras Girl and A Wedding Invitation (Bethany House). Her fifth novel, Still Life in Shadows comes out this August with River North/Moody. Alice also teaches Writing the Heartache workshops both online and at conferences and is a contributing columnist at Christian Work at Home Moms and Open to Hope. Learn more at her website: http://www.alicewisler.com and friend her on Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/alice.j.wisler.
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Posted on Thursday, March 01, 2012 4:44 PM
Mary Keeley, my amazing Books & Such agent, talks about a time when life was not going according to her plan.
Becky, when you
asked me to blog on a moment I realized God's genuine, personal love for me, I
knew right away the incident I would write about. The impression still is that
vivid in my mind. He has shown me his love in so many ways through the years,
but recent time was life-directing.
It was one
summer a few years ago. My husband and I were at a crossroads in our life
professionally, and we were facing major decisions that would affect our
future. It looked as if Brian’s health and back issues were going to
necessitate a change of careers at the time unemployment was at a peak, and the
company I worked for, a nonprofit publishing company, was gearing for major
downsizing. The problem was we couldn't see viable options.
We had been
looking forward to these years. Our four children were out of college and
married with families. This was the time we were going to focus on saving for
retirement and being more involved in serving the Lord. Wasn’t this a worthy
goal? Why are you allowing it to be crushed, Lord?
Why are you afraid, O you of little faith! (Mathew 8:26).
I'm a planner. I
like to know what is ahead of me and prepare for it. This was not a comfortable
situation, and stress and worry were taking firm grip. I became aware our
circumstances were occupying center stage on my mind.
I knew I needed
to confess these sins. Childlike faith and trust are what please God;
frustration and worry dishonor him. So I chose a quiet spot to be alone in the
midst of his beautiful creation. Looking up at the sky, I meditated on the
power and enormity of who God is…and the tiny speck I was in comparison. Alone
with my heavenly Father that day, the reality saturated my thoughts, and I let
go of all my plans, desires, and worries—I mean really let go—with tears, repentance, and worship. Rather than
prompting anxious feelings at wiping my own plans off the slate, I sensed a
flood of peace and could feel Jesus’s arms around me. I realized this was—and
always is—where he wants me. I felt deeply loved by him.
How many times
have I read devotions on this topic and Jesus’s own words: Be anxious for nothing, but by prayer and supplication with
thanksgiving make your requests known to God. And the peace of God, which
surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ
Jesus (Philippians 4-7). But in those few moments he lovingly led me to a
new depth of meaning in those words.
God demonstrated
personal involvement to allow these circumstances because he knew they would
finally drive me to complete surrender into his care. Sure, I thought I’d given
him control of my life numerous times in the past. But there still were pockets
of self-reliance and pride he wanted to clean out. Another realization: I’m but
one of his children. If he goes to that much effort to show his love for me, he
does that for everyone. How great is our God! Those life-changing moments with
him and the lessons he taught me were a precious gift.
But he wasn’t
finished yet.
I shared our
needs with Jesus from a corrected perspective now. I didn’t ask for the
solutions I wanted and thought we needed, but according to his will and his
purposes for us—and truly meant it. I admit to being vividly aware, and a bit
scared, of changes this might bring, but I was determined to remain wrestled
into peace. God’s provision was “…immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine…”
(Ephesians 3:20). Within weeks Brian was offered a great position,
non-threatening to his health issues, with a company in the same industry. No
starting over. We were so thankful. Several weeks later Janet Grant surprised
me with a phone call offering me a position as literary agent with Books &
Such www.booksandsuch.com When I was an acquisitions editor at Tyndale
House Publishers, she shopped proposals to me, and I was always impressed with
the agency’s values, integrity, and quality of projects. I love my work; it’s a
good fit. God had been fitting those pieces together all along. I was
overwhelmed by his love and provision.
Things don’t
always work out so beautifully—I know that; we all know that. But I am
diligently watchful to remain in that sweet spot of peaceful surrender.
Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he
will give you everything you need (Matthew 6:33 NLT).
Thank you so much for sharing this amazing lesson of surrender, Mary.
Please leave a comment or question for Mary. |
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Posted on Thursday, March 01, 2012 4:20 PM
Ann Lee Miller won the Barnes and Noble gift card! |
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Posted on Sunday, February 26, 2012 4:04 PM
 Due to a maddening email problem, I haven't been able to get the word out about my last three amazing guests--Patti Lacy, Andrea Boeshaar, and Margie Vawter. These three ladies poured their souls into their answers, so I'm offering an incentive to anyone willing to fix a cup of coffee or tea and spend a few moments reading their stories. I will enter the names of all those who comment on all three posts. The winner will be drawn at noon, Central Time, on Thursday, March 1. The winner will receive a $10 Barnes and Noble gift card. |
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Posted on Sunday, February 26, 2012 3:56 PM
 Author and freelance editor Margie Vawter is my guest this week.
Becky: Margie, how and when did you first realize that God genuinely
loves you?
Margie: Intellectually, I’ve
always known that God genuinely loves each of His children. But experientially,
I grew up with a father who was bipolar, though that term wasn’t used back
then—he was manic-depressive. I rarely
saw genuine, unconditional love expressed from him. And that colored my
perception about God that followed me through Christian university and the
first fifteen years of my marriage.
Early in 1992, I was diagnosed with a severe clinical
depression. Not wanting to follow my father’s footsteps in many failed attempts
in counseling, I sought a Christian doctor. And found him . . . nearly three
hours away. Because of the distance, I had counseling twice a month instead of
every week. One statement the doctor and other counselors kept saying was, “You
need to learn to lighten up, especially on yourself, and learn to live in
grace.”
Since the only way to please my father was to try my best
to follow a list of dos and don’ts, I easily fell into the legalistic trap. So
I truly didn’t comprehend what these godly people were telling me. But I love
to study the Bible and do research, so I dug into everything I could find about
grace.
As a result, a few months later when I was cleaning
house, something I had read finally clicked in my mind, and for the first time
I saw myself as God did before my salvation. And I finally understood the
immense love God had for me—a love that surpassed anything I could ever
imagine, a love that provided salvation for me,
the least deserving of all people. And He had it planned even before He set the
foundations for the world and all creation.
The words to the third verse of “How Great Thou Art” ran
through my mind, and the powerful statement of love drove me to my knees that
day, in humility and in praise. “And when I think that God His Son no sparing,
sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in. That on the cross, my burden gladly
bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin.” No greater love than that
exists.
Becky: How and when did you surrender control of your life to the Lord?
Margie: In spite of his mental problems, my father was one of the
best Bible teachers/preachers I’ve come into contact with. Both he and my
mother exhibited a life of surrender to the Lord in spite of the circumstances
that seemed to indicate a different course would have been better. That
example instilled in me a desire to do whatever the Lord would have me do. As a
young teenager, I surrendered control of my life to Him. But over the last
forty years that surrender has had to be renewed, especially since I seem to
have a tendency to attempt controlling it myself. Over and over the Lord
reminds me of my youthful vow. And I surrender once again. The desire for Him
to control my life is even stronger today than it was then because of the many
tests I have both failed and passed. I can’t imagine life without Him in
charge. Especially since His way is so much better than mine.
Becky: Describe a time when a dream was shattered or you had to
give up a goal that meant a lot to you.
Margie: Sixteen years ago, the Lord allowed us to serve Him and
realize our dream of living in the mountains of Colorado
at the same time. We moved from Illinois
to take the positions of camp director and kitchen manager at a small
church-owned camp about forty-five minutes west of Denver.
Three and a
half years later, we left the camp that we had planned to stay with for many
years to come. Our dream was shattered. We were discouraged and really confused
as to why the Lord had allowed our efforts to be misinterpreted and maligned
beyond recognition. We had built a new home on the camp property that
overlooked the Indian Peaks Wilderness Area of the Continental Divide—the area
I have long called “my mountains” because of the cabin we own that was built by
my great-grandfather in the early 1930s. But we only lived in it fifteen months
before moving to a house in the Denver
metro area.
We left the
camp as it seemed the Lord had other plans for us, but He kept us in the same
church, worshiping alongside the same people who had maligned us and forced our
resignation.
It took some time before I could say I had truly forgiven
those people, though I spent many nights in tears and in prayer before the
Lord. My mother, again, was an example to us during that time.
One thing I will never forget was
her observation on the passage in Romans 8 that says God is working all things
together for the good of those who love Him. Mom asked me if I had ever
considered that those who had opposed us at the camp also loved God. And that
He was working good for them as well as for us. Wow! Once I had thought and
prayed through that, I was free from all animosity toward those believers.
During that time we had two teenagers who were
closely observing us. I didn’t want to be the stumbling block
that kept them from following the Lord as adults. And as the years passed and
they grew into adults, we began to see God’s hand in all of it.
Several amazing things have come out of that time. One is
that every one of our detractors at that time are now people we consider
friends. One of them stood before the church last summer and praised the Lord
for my husband and his skills in managing a remodel project at the camp. Not
something I ever expected to happen.
But the
best thing that came out of that? Last month the church voted to accept our son
as the permanent camp director for Camp
Eden. When we first went to the
camp, we were asked to start moving the camp from a strictly rental camp to
running a program for children and teens in the summer and eventually include
retreats for adults during the years. That didn’t happen . . . then. But in the
last five to ten years a program camp has been established, and Randy was the
program director for all those years except one.
It was no
coincidence that this happened at the same time the Lord finally closed the
chapter for us in Colorado and
moved us to SW Missouri for a new assignment. When we
left the camp twelve years ago, I had no idea how the Lord planned to bring good
out of the shattered dream. But He has, much more than I could ever have
imagined.
Marjorie Vawter is a professional freelance editor who
proofreads and edits for CBA publishers,
edits for individual clients, and writes. An avid reader, she also judges for
several prestigious awards in the inspirational marketplace, and she serves as
conference director’s assistant for the Colorado
and Greater Philadelphia Christian Writers Conferences. She has published
numerous devotionals and articles. Her first fiction, a novella titled A Shelter in the Storm will release Fall
2012 in Sundays in Fredericksburg, Texas. She lives with her husband, Roger,
and cat, Sinatra, in southwest Missouri.
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Posted on Thursday, February 16, 2012 5:41 PM
 Long-time friend Andrea Boeshaar is my guest this week. I've asked her to share about a time when nothing in life was going according to her plan.
(Becky's note: After posting this, I found out Andrea's mom had passed away just hours earlier, on February 15. Please keep her and her family in your prayers.)
Hi, Becky. Thank you for allowing me to be a guest on your
blog. I’m about to share something extremely
personal with your readers. However, I feel led to do this so that someone else
might be encouraged to lean on her faith.
In 2008, I thought I had everything going for me. I was
writing books, editors were buying them. I was working part-time as a
receptionist and medical secretary at the county’s largest Level I trauma and
medical facility. I loved my job and the people I worked with. From the time I
graduated high school, my goal was to be a medical secretary. So there I was.
My husband and I had raised three sons. We had the house, the yard, our sons were
married. Two were in the army and my oldest was headed for the ministry. I felt
so proud of our family and all of my things. My little accomplishments.
But then my neat little world all began to unravel that
summer. My son called to say his wife had left him for another man. They were
divorcing. My son was devastated. He didn’t see it coming. I was heartbroken
because I loved my daughter-in-law. Next my husband confessed that his back was
so “messed up” he could no longer work at his delivery service. The pain was so
intense, he didn’t have the energy to grow his business and keep up with the
changing times. He applied for unemployment. Meanwhile, I was in the throes of
a book deadline for a brand new line that I was helping to kick off. My mind
was in a whir.
My heart felt divided between work at the hospital, my WIP, my
home-life, and my own health, which was tentative due to fibromyalgia. I’d been
on the Family Medical Leave Act for years, so I wouldn’t lose my job because of
my many absences.
 We hung on. I finished my book, Love Finds You in Miracle, Kentucky (Summerside Press). Life progressed. We limped along
spiritually. That winter my youngest son called to say that he and his
wife were divorcing. He’d been deployed to Iraq.
When we helped them move, I sensed my son’s depression. I found evidence that
he’d been drinking. Turns out, he and his wife had been struggling for about as
long as they’d been married. She finally left divorce papers on his bunk in Texas,
from where he’d be leaving for Iraq
(talk about a “Dear John” letter!). The news saddened and angered me to some
degree, but I’d been so hurt over my other son’s divorce, that I think I was
numb by the time this second one took place.
The day my youngest son left for Iraq,
I developed a terrible migraine headache. I couldn’t shake it for over a week.
My vision blurred. I couldn’t work on the computer because my head felt like it
might explode. My physician, bless her heart, put me on Lyrica and my headaches
abated. But I was in a full-blown fibromyalgia flare-up. I couldn’t do anything
except pace each room of my house and lie in bed, where I’d worry whether I’d
lose my job or not.
I had severed professional ties with my
literary agent, which is always unpleasant. I worried about my writing career,
where it would go. I was without a book contract. Now I feared I’d lose my
part-time job – which paid pretty well and which my husband and I depended
upon. He wasn’t bringing in any income. Everything was falling apart! Things
seemed so bleak.
During that time, God told me to do an amazing thing. He
told me to quit my part-time job. QUIT?
Had I heard the Lord correctly? Seriously? Who quits their job, particularly
the one they’d always wanted to do?
Against my common sense, I told my husband, who actually
agreed. The job as a medical secretary on the intensely busy neurological unit
was far too stressful for me – unless I quit writing. I had to pray – and pray hard. Did the Lord want me to quit
writing? I didn’t have a contract. Maybe He did. But I felt writing was my
calling. My calling, but not my job. I saw them both as very separate entities.
Again, God spoke to my heart and told me to quit at the
hospital. I obeyed. Just days later, my new literary agent called to
say I got a 7-book contract with Charisma Media’s fiction line, Realms. Seven books! I would help the line fold
into the CBA (Christian) marketplace,
whereas before Realms was known for its spec fiction, marketed mostly in the ABA
(mainstream or secular).
 What a miracle! Such a blessing!
God enabled me to write the first six novels. The first four
books are actually “expanded” novels that were previously published about a
decade ago. The Season of Redemption
series contains the same basic stories as before, and yet they are very
different. Better!
 My latest series, Fabric
of Time, is brand new! The first novel, Threads
of Hope, just released last month. I got the idea for this series after
putting together a family reunion and delving in to family history. While I’ve
fictionalized the storyline, I used family names and real Wisconsin
history.
 I also just self-published a novel to Amazon/Kindle, so readers
who enjoy e-books can download it, either to their Kindles or Nooks – or even
their PCs. The book is contemporary women’s fiction, first published in
traditional form in 2003. I cleaned up the manuscript and updated it a bit. The
title is Broken Things. I’m so pleased to offer this relevant story to my readers. (Please note, my historical fiction is available in both
e-book and tradition print forms.)
Overall, I believe the real-life trials that God allows me
to face enable me to write moving fiction. I pray my stories will touch the
hearts of my readers because I have learned to trust our Almighty God more than
ever, He can and will meet His children’s needs. He will use their gifts in a
mighty way – if they only believe His promises, like the one in Psalm 37:5: Commit your
way to the Lord, Trust also
in Him,
And He shall
bring it to pass.
Thank you, Becky, for allowing me to be a guest on your
blog.
~Andrea
To find out more about Andrea and her books, visit her website.
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