Made me think...

A short essay was written about Christ being the Eternal Victim. I chose not to share my views at that time. I wanted to think about it first.

I have never viewed Jesus Christ as a victim. Yes, a victim is defined as someone who suffers from a destructive or injurious action. However, victim always creates in my mind a sense of powerlessness. Something was done to you that you could not control or change.

Jesus Christ was never powerless. He chose to endure what he endured. He chose it. He could have ended it at anytime by calling on the powers of Heaven. He knew the greater plan and chose to endure instead.

How does Jesus understand and wholly empathize with a victim?

Not because He was a victim but because He is perfect. He possesses perfect empathy. He knows what it is to be brutalized for no reason, to be rejected, to be hated, to be demonized. He also knows what it is to be betrayed, humiliated, abandoned, alone. He experienced hunger, thirst, weariness, and pain.

He endured every agonizing moment so that in those moments when we don't know how to reach for Him, He is able to reach into his perfect experience and share every hurt, every disappointment, every anger. Yes, even anger. He was angry at the desecration of His Father's house. He understands anger.

He endured Gethsemane, the trial, and the Cross so that when we loose our way, no matter how dark and filthy and ugly the way, He knows where to find us and is able to lead us back if we will choose to follow in His way.

He will not force us. He will love us no matter what. He will entreat us no matter how many times we turn away. He holds out His hands, the hands carved with His everlasting love for us. We need only turn to Him, reach for him, look at Him, and He will guide us to joy and peace, even in the midst of turmoil.

After all He went through, how could I possibly ever complain to Him, "It was too hard."

Instead, I'm learning to say, "Help me take the next step."

It is rarely what I expect.

It is always so much more than I ever imagined for myself.

How often I wished I could traverse this life with more grace.

I'm ashamed of that sentiment now.

Jesus Christ is my Savior, and His grace is all the grace I need.

Introspection...

I'm reading Tara Taylor Quinn's latest, The Truth About Comfort Cove. It's the third in the trilogy.

Whenever I read a TTQ book, I know it will take me longer than any other book of a similar length. I find myself stopping and thinking. Sometimes I have to put the book down and do a gut check for a few hours or even overnight.

When I started reading romance novels again, over 10 years ago, I approached it differently than I did when I first started reading them 25 years ago. The first time, I simply read whatever came my way. Some of it I liked, and some of it I hated. I figured it was a hit and miss kind of endeavor.

Ten years ago, my dearest friend offered to share one of her favorite authors with me. I enjoyed the book, and she sent me another by Diane Gaston. I was hooked. For the first time, I didn't search genre, as I always done in the past, I searched for authors. I know I've mentioned I have a very selective list.

When I started reading TTQ, it was the first time I knew I was reading an author who didn't simply write abuse survivors well, she knew. She graciously replied to several of my emails.

In this recent book, I realized it has been years since a man talked to me with any interest in wanting to know more about me, with the possibility of developing a relationship. To say I can be a bit off-putting would be a humungous understatement. I don't push away on purpose so much as habit.

Then her heroine explains that she likes men fine. She respects those she works with and with whom she has a professional relationship, like her accountant. Finally, she admits it's in her personal life she doesn't trust men.

I sat with it for a while.

I don't trust me.

I was taught to be subservient, to fawn, to do whatever I needed to do to please him no matter how much it cost me. I was worthless, so it shouldn't matter.

Some part of me never stopped believing I was worth more than I'd been lead to believe.

I know, now, I'm of worth, but I don't trust myself to hold to it when a man who captures my interest steps into my sphere. So I maintain a safe distance. I don't know how to change it.

Posts to read this week...

Patricia Johns shares a delightful Easter morning miracle:
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2013/03/31/a-happy-ending/

Beth Trissel shares a delightful piece on ducks:
http://bethtrissel.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/pondering-the-possibility-of-ducklings-beth-trissel/

Barri Bryan shares a bit of remarkable history:
http://barribryan.com/blog/how-bright-is-your-corner/

I've also started following The Unknown Soldiers. It post stories honoring our men and women who have given the ultimate sacrifice in their duty to our country.
http://www.unknownsoldiersblog.com/

Debra Parmley's Cover Model Corner interview is with Charles Paz, Mr. Romance 2009:
http://www.debraparmley.com/index.php?option=com_k2&view=item&id=120%3Ainterview-with-cover-model-charles-paz

And somehow I missed her interview with Len Gunn:
http://www.debraparmley.com/index.php?option=com_k2&view=item&id=119:interview-with-cover-model-len-gunn

Found a new blog to follow: The Writer's Refuge.
http://thewritersrefuge.wordpress.com/2013/04/11/can-you-ever-master-the-writing-craft/

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Hunted on FB on April 5th...

Jack: Who are you?
Benjamin: James' youngest brother.
Jack: James! Your brother's here!
Eric: Where is James? I haven't seen him in days.
Richard: Our lady's doing.
Benjamin: What is she doing?
Jack: James' re-write. I peeked. Must say I'm grateful I'm not him.
Benjamin: Difficult?
Richard: More like breakneck speed.
Eric: Sounds dangerous.
Jack: It is, but no matter.
Benjamin: A bit cold-hearted.
Richard: Mind your tongue, Benjamin. You don't know to whom you speak.
Benjamin: He's a Laurel Hawkes hero, like the rest of us.
Richard: Yes and no.
Eric: Didn't know she wrote about Elves.
Benjamin: Elves? There are Elves?
Jack: No! No Elves.
Benjamin: Why claim she wrote about Elves, then?
Eric: Because Tolkien wrote "Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both yes and no."
Richard: It is nothing to do with Elves.
Jack: Pity.
Richard: Ehem. I was not giving contradictory answers but answer each point respectively.
Benjamin: Very confusing.
Jack: You'll grow accustomed to it.
Benjamin: I'm uncertain if I want to--
Eric: Too late.
Jack: Far too late.
Richard: Cheer up, Benjamin, it could be worse.
Benjamin: How?
Jack: She could have left you in the void, never thinking of you at all.
Benjamin: A dismal sounding prospect.
Richard: Don't mind Jack. He's a flare for the dramatic.
Jack: Bah!

A Tribute...

...to my furry children.

I chose April 6th to celebrate my dog's birth. It's around the right time, maybe a little early, but who's to know for sure, and who would contradict me?

For many years, people would ask me if I had any children, and I always replied, "Yes, one. She barks and wags her tail." Then God saw fit to bless me with another furry child, and I would reply, "Yes, two. One barks and one neighs."

They've both been gone too many years. I still miss them terribly.

My dog was my angel child. Sweet as the day is long, as I used to say. Gentle. Happy. Trusting. Funny. Smart. Beautiful. Adorable. I was so proud to be her mama. She didn't care about the scars on my face or my extra weight. She didn't care about my lack of financial success. She didn't care about my lack of marital status. Truth be told, she preferred keeping me to herself. She went so far as to stand between me and visitors, staking her proprietary ownership of me. I shocked my counselor when he told me I couldn't count on my dog to protect me and I told him I didn't expect her to protect me. Protection was my job. Her job was to be my early warning system. She was around five years old when I taught her to bark at the doorbell and knocking. I often didn't hear it. She would alert me when someone came home, so I wasn't terrorized by the fact I thought I was alone and I wasn't. When we were out walking, she would notice the person coming up behind us before I did. She was 75 lb and stood a little taller than knee level. Mostly black, with a few spots of white on her chest, her toes, the tip of her tail, and her nose. Compact, svelte. How many times I wished I looked like her. She truly was one of the most beautiful dogs I've ever seen. I loved walking with her and having people comment, "Great bodyguard." I'd laugh and never tell them she was a marshmallow. She taught me so much.

My horse was... well, I told God I knew how to handle an angel child. What would I do with a problem child? He gave me my horse. As his previous owner like to say, "He was three-quarters Arab treachery and one-quarter American stubbornness." He was 3/4 Arabian and 1/4 Appaloosa. He was smart and not easily given to trust. People would ask me how I could always be so cheerful, and I was explain, "When you start every day shoveling sh** the rest of the day can only get better. Sort of puts life in perspective." For five years, I spent every morning going out to groom and grain him. As a child, I wanted to go horseback riding because I loved the sensation of flying on a horse. Nothing on the planet like it. My horse had back trouble. We didn't do a lot of riding. I missed it a little but not a whole lot. The relationship with a horse when he chooses you is unlike anything else. Going riding at a stable you choose the horse or have the horse chosen for you. Owning a horse, if the relationship is going to work, sooner or later the horse must choose you. It's an honor when he does.

They both made me a better person. Thanks God, for sharing a couple of angels with me.

Progress Update...

I'm doing a rewrite of Unexpected Possibilities. I've found continuity errors and plugged some plot holes. I'm much happier with it now. It's due June 1st. It will come out in October. I'll need to turn it in sooner as I'm attending a Reader's Conference at the end of May.

Saving Lisa is roughly mapped out. I'm becoming better acquainted with my characters. It's difficult to tell a story if you don't know your characters. It's due August 1st and will come out in December.

Jack and Richard are weaving themselves in my head. Jack is by far the most pushy and yet reserved character I've ever met.

Benjamin Thorn, the youngest Thorn, is also making more noises.

Back to work.

Email share...

This was sent to me by a very dear friend. I love this kind of stuff. I attempted to hunt down the author, with no luck. I found it posted at several blogs, including one who had been introduced to it in his pastor's newsletter, but no original author. It made me stop and think and cry...

A GREAT REMINDER FOR US

 

Apples...    This is as good as it gets!!!

A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago .. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly-missed boarding...

ALL BUT ONE!!! He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.

He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.

He was glad he did. The 16-year-old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her; no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.

The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.

When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, "Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?"She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly."

As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister...." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, "Are you Jesus?"

He stopped in mid-stride .... and he wondered. He gently went back and said, "No, I am nothing like Jesus - He is good, kind, caring, loving, and would never have bumped into your display in the first place.

"The girl gently nodded: "I only asked because I prayed for Jesus to help me gather the apples. He sent you to help me, so you are like Him - only He knows who will do His will. Thank you for hearing His call, Mister."

Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: "Are you Jesus?"

Do people mistake you for Jesus?

That's our destiny, is it not?To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace.

If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day .

You are the apple of His eye even though you, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked up you and me on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.

Please share this, (IF you feel led to do so).

Sometimes we just take things for granted, when we really need to be sharing what we know....Thanks.

"Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect.
It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections."



The nicest place to be is in someone's thoughts,
the safest place to be is in someone's prayers,
and the very best place to be is ........
in the hands of God

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This week's post picks...

Writers In The Storm shared a great post about writers' rules:
http://writersinthestorm.wordpress.com/2013/03/25/3-writers-commandments-and-the-dreaded-s-word/

They are also talking about Hosting Companies for Websites or blogs. I need to do this one.
http://writersinthestorm.wordpress.com/2013/03/27/writerstrong-why-is-a-hosting-company-important-for-authors/

Over at Happily Ever After, Sam Cheever talked about TSTL characters: Too Stupid Too Live. Between her post and the comments, all my personal dislikes were covered. :-)
http://www.happilyeverafterthoughts.com/2013/03/guest-author-sam-cheever-with-giveaway.html

Melanie Atkins is offering her short story Heads You Win, Tails You Lose free this week at Amazon. Free short reads are a great way to try a new author.
http://www.amazon.com/Heads-You-Tails-Lose-ebook/dp/B00BTKNEKI/ref=sr_1_19?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1364230247&sr=1-19&keywords=melanie+atkins

For those into Spring Cleaning, according to Celia Yeary "It's fun!" She has some great suggestions. I tend to do my cleaning year round, a bit at a time.
http://www.celiayeary.blogspot.com/2013/03/spring-cleaning-its-fun.html

 Marcy Dyer explains the difference between a clip and a magazine.
http://marcydyer.com/clips-versus-magazines/

Interestingly enough, this tied in with Diane Gaston's post over at Risky Regencies about the importance of Real Research:
http://www.riskyregencies.com/2013/03/25/real-research/

The Balanced Writer shared an Easter recipe:
http://thebalancedwriter.blogspot.com/2013/03/candied-bacon-for-easter.html

Steph Burkhart shares a few Easter traditions and more. Her book A Polish Heart introduced me to the traditional Blessing Basket, which I've made a part of my Easter traditions.
http://sgcardin.blogspot.com/2013/03/easter-traditions-2013-giveaway.html

Hunted on FB, last Friday...

James: He's gone.
Richard: Who is gone?
James: My brother.
Eric: Are you talking about the guy I saw walking out yesterday?
James: The same.
Eric: I don't know why you're acting so depressed. The way he was looking at the girl on his arm, I think he's pretty happy about it.
Richard: You gudgeon. Matthew isn't gone. He's published. They are not even remotely the same thing.
James: I'm alone now.
Richard: What about your younger brother, Benjamin?
James: I haven't see him in months.
Eric: Our lady's been a bit busy. I'm sure she'll bring him along soon enough.
James: Perhaps.
Richard: Of course, she will. If nothing else, she's tenacious. Never leaves anything undone, though she does take rather long to make her way around to some things.
Eric: Speaking of which, where's Jack?
Richard: He's here. Over there, in the corner.
Eric: What is he doing there?
James: She started outlining his story this morning.
Eric: He should be ecstatic.
James: I'm not sure he's entirely happy with how things are starting.
Richard: It's his own fault for being so complicated.
James: I think we can spare him a little pity.
Eric: Maybe, maybe not.
Richard: Buck up, Jack. She'll work it out in the end.
Jack: So says a man who doesn't have a storyline yet.
Eric: Ouch. Low blow.
Richard: It matters not. Do you trust her or not?
Jack: In this moment, I know not.
Richard: Fair enough.
James: A step in the right direction, anyway.
Jack: How so?
James: You are honest.
Jack: You don't know me.
James: No, but she does.
Richard: And she made you a hero.
Eric: So there must be enough redeeming qualities to save your sorry--
James: Enough.
Eric: No skin off my nose.
James: Not liking your own state of affairs?
Eric: I have to admit I understand Jack's misgivings.
Richard: And then we watch one of our own walk out with a lovely woman on his arm, and maybe it will be worth it…
Jack: Maybe it will at that.
James: Mark has been quiet.
Mark: I'm in a holding pattern, so to speak.
Richard: A what?
Mark: Editing is mostly done. Formatting still needs to be done. I've seen the cover, and it made our lady cry.
Eric: Do we need to take someone out?
Mark: No, she liked it.
Jack: Exceedingly.
Richard: I suppose we ought to celebrate Matthew's success in making it through.
Jack: Cheers, Matthew.
Eric: Go for it, Matthew.
Richard: Godspeed, Matthew.
Mark: Good luck, Matthew.
James: God bless, brother.

March 25 is Tolkien Reading Day...

I've lived in Arizona all my life, with a few odd trips here and there. This past weekend, my California friends celebrated Tolkien Reading Day. They gathered together and read passages from various Tolkien works. The Hobbit was the main focus, of course, what with the release of the DVD, last Friday.

This was the third year I missed.

For eight years, I went to L.A. once or twice a year, only for a weekend. I stayed with a couple of dear friends. Most of our activities were Lord of the Rings related. We talked. We laughed. I relaxed.

The first few years, there were no trips to the ocean. I didn't want to go. My memories of the ocean were of the northern California coast where the waves crashed so loud I couldn't hear myself think. I wanted to turn down the volume. It drove me crazy I couldn't make it stop.

Finally, one of my dearest friends talked me into eating at the Belmont Brewery, right there on Belmont Beach. We walked in the sand afterward, listening to the soft whoosh, whoosh of the tide. I was enchanted. Every time I visited thereafter, it was arranged for me to spend at least a little time at Belmont Beach, walking in the sand. I discovered the pleasure of walking close enough to the ocean for the tide to wash over my feet.

I've missed my friends in L.A., and I've missed walking along the beach. I've also missed the Reading Day event. There were two passages I particularly enjoyed sharing, the crossing of the ford and the destruction of the Ring. I was honored to be asked to do the latter several years in a row.

I miss the laughter. I miss the friendship, the camaraderie, the sense of belonging. I miss the sense of peace that always encompassed me.

Now, whenever I see L.A. on some television show, like NCIS Los Angeles, the first thought to race through my mind is "When are you going home?" I can't explain it. I only know that every time I fly there, there might as well be a giant magnetic force. As we fly over the mountains into the Los Angeles Valley, my heart sings, "Home. We're home."

Blog post picks...

Hobbit Sneak Peek, tomorrow:
http://finance.yahoo.com/news/heres-sneak-peek-next-hobbit-133000477.html
Alas, the above link is no longer a freebie. Pity. Rumor as it an extended version will be coming out later this year. I'll be looking for it.

Patty Froese's book Perfect on Paper won the 2013 Epic Ebook Award in the Spiritual/Metaphysical category. I know I enjoyed it.
http://pattyfroese.com/2013/03/17/epic-ebook-award-winner/

Diane Gaston, over at Risky Regencies http://www.riskyregencies.com/2013/03/18/where-to-begin/ shared the following link (Posting here so I have easy reference):
http://prairiechickswriteromance.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenty-classic-romance-plots-part-two.html

Interesting post on the writer's perspective by J. Morgan about the anatomy of a WIP:
http://jennmorgan69.wordpress.com/2013/03/17/anatomy-of-a-wip/

For Sci-Fi lovers, A.R. Norris shares a tease for her upcoming book:
http://sci-fiadventures.blogspot.com/2013/03/yes-im-little-tease.html

And for those who like YA, Danielle Thorne is a guest over at Alana Lorens' blog:
http://alanalorens.com/2013/03/22/danielle-thorne-shares-story-of-a-divine-gift-and-a-young-woman-who-stands-strong-against-evil/

Alana Lorens also shares a sneak peek to her book:
http://alanalorens.com/2013/03/17/by-any-other-name-is-just-out-see-its-first-excerpt-at-sneak-peek-sunday/

So much to read, so little time.

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Latest conversation posted yesterday on FB...

James: Do you see what I see?
Jack: We've a new resident.
James: Regency or Contemporary, sir?
Eric: Name's Eric and definitely contemporary.
Jack: You appear a bit dazed, Eric.
Eric: I'm a blip of a character.
James: Do tell.
Eric: Next thing I know, she's dragging my backstory from Mark's Grace.
Jack: You were a secondary character?
Eric: Hardly. I made an appearance in two chapters, then BAM! My world is turned upside down, and it's a whole lot more complicated.
Jack: She does have a way of doing that.
James: That she does.
Jack: Welcome to the madness.
Eric: Why do I have the impression you're maybe a little too pleased.
Jack: Do not delude yourself.
James: Jack...
Jack: Yes, James?
James: You know how our lady feels about honesty.
Jack: Look, James, here comes another.
James: What?
Eric: From the look on your face, you know him.
James: Richard! What are you doing here?
Richard: A foolish question, I think?
Jack: Indubitably. James, I take it you know this gentleman?
James: Indeed, but I can't imagine why he is here.
Jack: It is obvious. Our lady found a story for him.
Eric: Or the story found him.
Jack: You're catching on.

Post picks for the week...

This first one is a link to an article about the possible finding of a Black Death graveyard in London. I don't write books in that time period, but my friend Kris Tualla has.
http://news.yahoo.com/rail-dig-may-found-londons-lost-black-death-094056561.html

Writers in the Storm... http://writersinthestorm.wordpress.com/2013/03/13/how-to-use-your-logline-tagline-and-pitch/

Jude Urbanski, on her Wordsmith Woman, shared an interview with author Christine Lindsay:
http://judeurbanski.blogspot.com/2013/03/historical-writer-uses-spiritual-twist.html

Naomi Musch is a guest over at Casondra Poulsen's blog, sharing the language of flowers, something I've found fascinating.
http://casondrapoulsen.wordpress.com/2013/03/09/guest-blogger-naomi-musch-romance-friendship-vengeance/

J. Morgan shares an amusing perspective on maturity:
http://jennmorgan69.wordpress.com/2013/03/11/old-hippie/

A.R. Norris explores exoskeletons, for those who are interested in the science side:
http://sci-fiadventures.blogspot.com/2013/03/see-insect-be-insect.html

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

One more week...

Hidden Possibilities, book 2 in the Endless Possibilities series, will be released in one week.

Yes, I'm having a difficult time wrapping my mind around the idea.

I'm also in the midst of my usual rewrite of Unexpected Possibilities, book 3 in the Endless Possibilities series.

I'm sharing a snippet of Hidden Possibilities over at my author page on FB.

https://www.facebook.com/LaurelHawkes

Progress report...

I'm preparing Unexpected Possibilities, book 2 of the Endless Possibilities series, for sending to the publisher in another few months. I've been stuck on chapters 7 and 8.

Note to self: If it simply doesn't work with little changes and tweaks, then step back and re-write. Start by breaking up the paragraph you're stuck on into single sentences and figure out if they are related or if they're several thoughts, needing their own paragraph, crammed together.

Sometimes, my brain hurries ahead of my fingers, and I group several concepts together in an effort to cover everything, however briefly. In truth, they need to be expanded and developed. I'll figure it out and get the hang of this, eventually. :-)

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Post picks this week...

Writers In The Storm shares a blog on writing a synopsis. Not my favorite thing to do. Don't let the title unsettle you. The advice is sound, and there are some great comments.
http://writersinthestorm.wordpress.com/2013/03/04/a-sexy-synopsis/

Author Leigh Covington shares a little about the recently released anthology Overcoming Adversity:
http://leigh-covington.blogspot.com/2013/03/overcoming-adversity-anthology-release_4.html

A Woman Like Me shares a bit of inspiration:
http://awomanlikemeblog.com/2013/03/04/be-a-light-march-4/#more-261

Patricia Johns shares a wonderful idea for a Bible gift:
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2013/03/04/a-family-bible/

Kris Tualla gives an inside peek to her hero Brander Hansen (a fascinating character):
http://romancingthegenres.blogspot.com/2013/03/death-and-taxes-well-death-anyway.html

May your day be blessed.