January 1, 2009

Ten Ways to Open Your Heart to Renewal

Looking to 2009 with hope, thirsting for spiritual refreshing and renewal?

My friend Ginny Jaques, Christian Writer, Teacher and wonderfully wise lady, posted this on her blog today and I'd like to pass it on.
Check out Something About The Joy for her January 1, 2009 post titled Ten Ways to Open Your Heart to Renewal.

Happy New Year! The Best of God's Blessings to you this coming year, and may the Lord surprise you with unexpected treasures as you delight in Him!
~Camille
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Happy New Year right back at ya!!

January 2, 2009 at 12:49 AM
Jessica Nelson said...

Happy New Year to you too!

January 2, 2009 at 6:04 AM
Anonymous said...

NICE!!! Thanks for sharing. Happy New Year.

January 2, 2009 at 6:22 AM

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RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:

I've published five novels and 2 novellas (more about those on my website.) I've been writing all my life, but decided in 2007 to get serious about being published.

I love action movies and Jane Austen. (she’s dead, I know. I found that out when I tried to get her to endorse my novel)

They let me play Bass guitar and sing in a worship band.

I can produce 4 dozen homemade cinnamon rolls in a flash for a crowd of drooling young adults. Or publishing house editors.

I used to have a Harley. Now we have seven grandkiddos. Decent trade, really.

I am a proud Grammy. Don't even think about taking candy from my babies.

I hate shopping (Yes, I'm aware that I'm a girl)

MY ROOTS:
I've lived in Oregon all my life, spent time in Eugene (Go DUCKS!), Springfield, Reedsport, and Smith River. Which is not really a town, but a river, about 70 miles long, a tributary of the Umpqua River in southwest Oregon.

Although it's not a town, it is a community with a strong sense of pioneer history. It's cool to say you've lived there, especially if you lived there during the days when you had to take a boat to school. No joke! The old farmhouse my grandfather and my mother grew up in still stands, nestled into a narrow, pasture carpeted valley, complete with a swimmin' hole and its own 'crick'. It may turn up in one of my novels.

There's a rumor that my ancestors had a connection with the Mafia back in Sicily. I used to fantasize as a kid about a big black limo with tinted windows pulling up and whisking me away from school. Ahhh. So THAT'S why I'm having so much trouble conjugating my dangling participles now.

NOT RANDOM: I am challenged by the truth and amazed by the grace of God. And it's either in spite of or because of that grace that I hold a PhD in Learning Stuff the Hard Way.