Friday, December 21, 2012

The End of the World

Are we all still here? Hello....hello.....

LOL, couldn't resist posting this song from the 80's because it seemed so appropriate for the long-anticipated 12-21-12! (Never mind that it's the single worst music video ever filmed.)

We didn't know anyone who really believed a catastrophe was coming today, but I do feel sorry for the people who honestly are afraid. Years ago my hubby had a customer who thought aliens were sneaking into her home at night and spraying the food in her freezer--I can only imagine what she's thinking right now!

But the good news is, I know in whom I have believed and all of life is in His hands :D

Did you know anyone who actually believed in the Mayan apocalypse? Or any other conspiracy, for that matter?

Monday, December 17, 2012

The Santa Myth

It finally happened and now all my kids know.....

......the truth....

.......about Santa.

And the tooth fairy. And the Easter bunny. Mostly they came to the conclusions on their own, but I suppose it didn't help that I was caught one night, tooth-in-hand. It wasn't long afterward that everything unraveled.

Oddly enough, if it were only up to me, I wouldn't have played and pretended with any of the three kids about Santa, etc, but since I'm not the only adult in their lives all the holiday entities were presented from the time they were tots. Other parents I know have never fostered the belief with their children and see it in the same light as lying. I have mixed feelings.

I suppose it was fun while it lasted, and it was even more fun when they discovered the truth and started chattering about the different clues over the years that should have tipped them off. My 7 year old, shaking her head, said of her 20 year old sister, "I'll bet she already knows about Santa." With a straight face I said, "You know, I believe she does."

But for all the "fun" Santa adds to Christmas, have you noticed how many kids try to keep their distance? He is quite scary, after all! What I don't like is all the extra "stuff" to overshadow the Truth during the season.

What about your family? Santa--yay or nay?

Friday, December 14, 2012

My Undoing

2012-12-13_22-16-52_428.jpgThis puzzle will be my undoing. One thousand glorious pieces! Actually, I think there's only 998 because 2 edge pieces are nowhere to be found. Not only that, but we're under pressure to finish since it's a manger scene and must be thoroughly enjoyed before Christmas!

With all that's going on in our lives, this is the last--and I do mean LAST--thing I should be working on. But it calls to me...and to my kids, when they should be doing school work. But at least it's not TV, right? RIGHT?

What about you--puzzles, yay or nay?

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Digging Up Death

I'm SOOOOOO excited for super friend and awesome author Gina Conroy's new release, Digging Up Death! Mystery, romance, and archaeology--really, what more could one ask for? The way Gina weaves in clues and keeps the pace and tension ratcheted up really amazes me. Definitely a fresh voice in Christian fiction. Go, Gina!!!

Gina ConroyBLURB:

To unearth a killer, you have to get your fingernails dirty.

Archaeology Professor Mari Duggins is adjusting to life as a single mom, but she’s caught between the pull of her former flame and her ex-husband. When her colleague is murdered and her ex is accused of stealing an Egyptian artifact, Mari interferes in the FBI investigation, compelled to prove the innocence of her children’s father.

Soon she is buried deep in suspects. Her old flame, her student and tenant, the office secretary. No one is who they appear to be, and she begins to wonder where her loyalty and true affections lie.

Mari Duggins’ life caves in as she tries to excavate the truth, but realizes only God can dig her out of the hole she’s created. Will Mari sort through her muddled feelings and put her trust in someone else? Or will the truth bury her alive?


Growing up on Long Island, Gina Conroy used to think she knew where her life was headed; now she’s learning to embrace life’s detours. Some of her exciting diversions have included homeschooling her four children, where she discovered a love of archaeology and ancient Egypt, and her most recent obsession…ballroom and swing dancing.

Stop by her blog where you can get great tips for busy writers and tons of encouragement to help you along the way at Writer Interrupted. And to get your copy of Digging Up Death CLICK HERE!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

We Got It!

Finally! We've come to an agreement with the sellers, and barring anything unforeseen, we'll be in our new home before February :D Three bedrooms, two and a half baths, a gazillion closets, and easy access to the forest. WOOHOO!

OK, true confession: after all these years of heartache, saving, prayer, waiting, more heartache, and finally success, my first reaction wasn't an ecstatic Snoopy dance. My first emotion wasn't elation. What washed over me was a profound sense of relief. Yes, I enjoyed the moment, but it wasn't as I'd imagined. It was similar to the feeling when I got the contract with LI--happy, yes but more a sense of relief that everything I'd gone through wasn't all for naught.

Now I can get back to life. It's as though the last few weeks have been all about holding my breath and now I'm finally coming up for air. So many to-do items on my list have gone unattended, but it's time to dig in.

How about you? What have you waited and worked for over the years? What was your reaction when it finally happened?

Friday, December 07, 2012

Character Flaw

Oh how I wish I was talking about one of my characters, a figment of my imagination. But alas, I mean me. These last few weeks have been hard because we're playing the waiting game and I'm so weary. It hasn't just been these weeks, but a situation that has dragged on for years and the situation might finally be resolved.

Or not.

Either way, I have no control. None. And it's a killer. I like to know how things are going to turn out, and "enjoying the journey" sounds like the perfect trip--for someone else.

So in honor of my character flaw (namely the serious lack of patience) I decided to test which personality disorder I am. Lo and behold, I am obsessive compulsive. LOL!!! Tell me something I don't know.

You May Be a Bit Obsessive Compulsive...
Meticulous and detailed oriented, you have some irrational obsessions.
Maybe it's your super neat closet or washing your hands a gazillion times.
You probably know it's weird, but you just can't stop thinking about it.
In fact, the more you think about your quirks, the more you have to do them.

Now it's your turn. C'mon, take the test and see if it's as freakishly on target for you as for me. Then come back and tell all.....if you dare ;)

Thursday, December 06, 2012

The Winner......

The winner of A Promise to Protect is......





Thanks to all who entered  :D


Today I'm welcoming author Sherri Johnson to Good Times...Good Times to hear what she has to say about waiting. It's a topic near and dear to many of our hearts as we wait for that elusive contract or in my case, a house!  

Take it away, Sherri!


Waiting is the hardest part. No, I’m not talking about the old Tom Petty song. I’m talking about waiting for something or someone and the patience that is required to survive during that period in your life.

Galatians 5:22-23 tells us the fruit of the Spirit is: “love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” Notice the word “fruit” is singular and not plural. Just like an apple is made up of the skin, flesh, seeds and core, the fruit of the Spirit is made up of all the above mentioned things. We need to have all of those traits hanging from our spiritual fruit trees. Yikes!

It seems the Holidays are the hardest times to wait for things. Gifts to unwrap. Gatherings scheduled to see people not seen in a while. Food to eat that rarely gets prepared at other times of the year.

In the spirit of waiting, let’s focus on one part of the fruit of the Spirit. Patience.

Psalm 33:20 says, “We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield.”

Have you ever noticed that your patience is rarely tested unless you’re waiting on something? If you’re not waiting, you’re cool as a cucumber.

If you’re waiting on water to boil, does it not take forever?

If you’re waiting on a friend to come over, you look out the window every time you hear a noise.

When you’re expecting a package to arrive, do you not listen out for the UPS truck all day long?

The worst waiting is the waiting you do when someone is sick and you’re waiting on the diagnosis. In 2001, my dad was diagnosed with malignant brain tumors which stemmed from a melanoma on his leg. The cancer had metastasized and he was given four to six weeks to live. After brain surgery to remove as much of the tumors as possible, and a few weeks of radiation and one chemo treatment, we waited. We hoped for a miracle but we also knew the outlook was not good. Those weeks stretched out to nearly five months, and included a broken hip from a fall, a blood clot, and the loss of scripture memory. Dad was a preacher, so this was the hardest part for him and a difficult thing for us to see. At first, we wanted more time but after five months, we begged for God to quickly take Dad home.

When my daughter broke her back in a car accident and was on bed rest for six weeks and in a back brace for three months, we waited for her health to return to her. She waited for the first opportunity to get out of the house and go spend time with friends.

When my husband lost his job in 2009, we waited for nearly ten months for a new job. During that time of waiting, we saw the Lord’s provisions in ways we could have never seen otherwise.

Recently, some friends of ours were expecting twins, their first children. They knew early on that there were heart issues with the babies and that at least one of them would require surgery when born. They hoped to make it to thirty-two weeks in the pregnancy but there were no guarantees. They did indeed make it that far and the babies were born and cared for as anticipated. During their wait, the mother of the new dad and one of my most precious friends was diagnosed with leukemia. Again their family waited to hear the diagnosis of whether it was chronic or acute leukemia and what treatment would need to be done. We watched this family do nothing but wait for months. But we also saw their faith and their patience grow as they saw people reach out to them in their time of need and as they heard and felt the prayers that others sent up for them.

I’ve waited for many things throughout the years. As a writer, I’ve spent much time waiting for each step along the journey to and beyond publication. My patience has been tested and I’ve often felt like I wasn’t accomplishing anything—just spinning my wheels. Yet, when I waited patiently and put my hope in the Lord, I received my reward and treasured it all the more.

Although waiting is not enjoyable, it’s a part of life. It helps us learn patience and prevents us from making mistakes. Sometimes we wait and don’t understand why. Later, we see that it was God’s way of protecting us—often from ourselves. Yes, even when Dad passed on to join my mother, many treasures were recognized because of the wait.

Patience is part of the fruit of the Spirit and possibly the one piece that makes the fruit the sweetest. Commit today to wait on the Lord with patience. It is a virtue and will always serve you well.

Bio: Sherri Wilson Johnson - Where Faith and Fiction Collide. Sherri is a former homeschooling mother, writer and speaker who loves to share her life with others.

Wednesday, December 05, 2012

A Promise to Protect

A Promise to Protect (Love Inspired Suspense Series) I've always enjoyed Liz Johnson's romantic suspense books, but I believe this one is her best yet! We've got a hot Navy SEAL hero and a heroine who nurtures and protects others while also kicking butt. There is great romantic tension and the suspense...well....every time I thought I could relax--boom! More than that, I walked away after reading the story really pondering the spiritual theme and how it applies to me. Seriously a page turner. Highly recommend!

On a side note, I got to meet Liz this year at the ACFW conference and I have to say she is so sweet! Such a blessing to know a new friend and spread the word about her book.

Even better--Liz is offering a FREE COPY today to the winner of the drawing. Enter your name and email address so I can contact you, and we'll hold the drawing after midnight EDT. Thanks, Liz!

In case you don't win, CLICK HERE to get your copy. Read below for further details about A Promise to Protect:

Navy SEAL Matt Waterstone knows about keeping people safe. When his best friend's sister is attacked, Matt promises no harm will come to Ashley Sawyer—not on his watch. But Matt's not the only protective one. Ashley will do anything to safeguard the residents of the battered women's shelter she runs. She's sure she can handle the threats she gets in return. What she can't handle is the way Matt scales the walls around her heart. Yet when she falls prey to a crime web far more sinister than she'd realized, trusting Matt could be the only way to survive….


After graduating from Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff with a degree in public relations, Liz Johnson set out to work in the Christian publishing industry, which was her lifelong dream. In 2006 she got her wish when she accepted a publicity position at a major trade book publisher. While working as a publicist in the industry, she decided to pursue her other dream-becoming an author. She is now a New York Times bestselling author of A Star in the Night (in A Log Cabin Christmas Collection), The Kidnapping of Kenzie Thorn, Vanishing Act, Code of Justice, and A Promise to Protect.
Liz makes her home in Nashville, TN, where she enjoys exploring the local history, theater, and making frequent trips to Arizona to dote on her two nephews and three nieces. She loves stories of true love with happy endings.

Monday, December 03, 2012

Don't Call My Baby Ugly

The gritty need for approval--it's in all of us in some form or another. Sure, we can block it out from time to time. We might even get "spiritual" enough to rely solely on God for approval. (I'm not there yet. I've seen snippets, but haven't walked in it fully.)

Now that early reviews of my book are trickling in, I'm starting to get that niggling feeling of what-if-they-don't-like-it. Digging deeper, I'm not certain why I care. Is it because of the time and effort that went into it? Is it because I've laid a part of myself out there for everyone to judge and review? Or is it that I can't separate my work from me as a person?

We've all felt the slam of a bad comment or review, maybe from a coworker, teacher, boss or actual reviewer. And yet....we press on. Put ourselves out there again. Some people refer to that type of behavior as being a glutton for punishment.

But I have a different thought...

Just maybe we see that there's a higher purpose for what we're doing. There's a core belief in what we have to offer that's stronger than the criticisms. A deep knowing that the fruit that's produced in our lives and as a result of our work is worth the risk.

So I press on. I plan to send out a proposal this week. I'll forge ahead with what I know needs to happen. Keep doing the next thing next.

But I can't help thinking, "Please don't call my baby ugly!"

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