August 27, 2015

Do You Dare Hope?

Sue, the main character in Like a Love Song, finally dares ask God if he is really there. The thing is, she didn't doubt his existence before, she just didn't want proof. The idea of a giant, invisible father was always abhorrent to her. But a little bit of hope had slowly replaced just enough fear to bring her to ask, in spite of her fear of what she would find and fear of gross disappointment. So the simple act of asking was not simple at all.

I know. It was the same life-changing question that I once asked.

Hope empowers. And it doesn't take much. Have you lost hope? It's never too late to ask God to make himself real to you. He is Father to the Fatherless, defender of the weak. Have you struggled to believe? I have. It takes a measure of Faith to reach out and put your trust in an unseen Person. But fear not. Faith is a gift from God and he is happy to supply.
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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.