For the month of May and June I will be editing my next novel and posting different excerpts on my blog and here on my FACEBOOK PAGE. I invite all of you to comment on the excerpts. Give feedback both positive and negative about the novel, characters, language, tension, etc. What do you like? What do you hate? What would you like to see happen? I’ve decided to pursue self-publishing with this novel so your feedback is ESSENTIAL in this next phase! PLEASE be involved đ
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Healthy Respect: my journey through Psalms (9)

Questions to ponder:
1) Do I have a healthy respect for the world, its guidelines and rules and my role in it?
2) Do I give thanks to God regularly for his presence, wisdom, guidance, and protection in the world?
3) Do I have a healthy respect for ALL people in the world and their roles in it?
The NaNoWriMo Hole…
I have not actually stopped blogging, but if you’ve ever tried to NaNo…you know it becomes all consuming. ESPECIALLY if you are still living your life at the same time.
This month, I have…
-Been teaching a new prep (I LOVE my English 1 students!)
-Taught, read, graded and re-graded research papers, outlines, and rough drafts (and I’m still not done with that)
-Had an AWESOME slumber party with the Grace Life Student Ladies (if you’ve never played Mafia with 15 teenage girls at midnight in your historical house with a dog underfoot, well let’s just say that was an awesome adventure)
-Recovered from a poinsettia attack (hey, ya’ll, I am tired of Christmas in November…not because I don’t have the spirit, but because I’m allergic to Holiday cheer. sheesh).
-And tried to Nano (I’m behind, but I don’t lose. So I WILL make 50,000 awesome words.)
SO…here’s a taste of what I’ve been doing with BLAZE this month:
*Special note, this scene is inspired by a story our pastor told about an experience he had taking one of our Global Outreach speakers to lunch. It really struck me and I wanted to find a way to share the concept with others. Thanks Jimmy Currence @GraceLifeChurch
âGwynâs my whole world,â Jeremy said, tossing his phone back in the console. âHer mother was going to give her up for adoption, but I convinced her to let me raise her. One of her conditions was that I stay in a small town. Not a hard decision to makeâI didnât want the military life anyway. So I left the West Point, and enrolled in a criminal justice program, then did the academy training and voila.â
âWowâyou did all that for your daughter?â
âI would do anything for her.â
âThatâs beautiful.â Aidan looked out the window.
âItâs no more than what Jesus did for me.â
âWhat?â Aidan turned her head to look at Jeremy more closely. That was not what she expected him to say.
âJesus. He gave up everything for me, his divinity, his popularity, even his life.â
âYou know,â Aidan said slowly. âI believe all that, but I have a hard time understanding it.â
âI didnât even believe it for the longest time,â Jeremy held the door open for her and then the chair as they sat at a small corner table near the back. âBut I found it easier to understand and believe when I became a parent. When I look at Gwyn, I understand the kind of amazing love it takes for someone to sacrifice so much. It takes parental love, which is what He is and what he wants to be.â
âHey, what can I get yaâll today?â the waitress came up to the table, pad in hand.
âHello, Patricia, Iâd like a cup of black coffee and whatever this gorgeous woman will have.â
âA latte would be great.â
âThat all for you?â
âActually, Iâd like to know if there is anything I could do for you, Patricia?â Jeremy asked the question sincerely and looked at her directly. And for the first time, Aidan looked up and really saw the woman in front of her. She looked tired, her hair was falling out of the bun that was probably carefully crafted sometime yesterday as this was an all-night diner the poor woman had probably worked a graveyard shift the same as the two of them. The more Aidan looked, the more she saw; lines around the womanâs eyes, a hole in the top of the womanâs shoe, and a stain on the apron that had been bleached, but still hadnât come out. Aidan remembered what Edward had said about operating under the false illusion that everyone else was living a perfect life, and deep in her gut, she felt a little sick.
âYes,â she said, almost as if it wasnât her speaking. âPlease, if there is anything we can do for you, Patricia, weâd like to serve you too.â
Jeremy looked at her, smiled and nodded his approval.
âWell, Iâll, um get your coffee, and think about that.â
âThank you,â Jeremy said.
Aidan watched her walk off. âSo what would you do if she says she needs money to pay her rent?â
âIâll help her pay her rent.â
âEven if itâs like $1000?â
âEven so,â Jeremy took a breath. âThat certainly wouldnât be ideal, but God told me to serve this woman.â
âGod told you? He spoke to you?â
âWell, yes. But not like a booming voice, Aidan.â
âThen how?â she was intensely curious. Edward kept telling her to listen to God, but that sounded crazy. God didnât talk to people any more. And yet, here was Jeremy saying that he talked to God and God talked back!
âWell, the more you know God, the more you learn to recognize his voice. Sometimes I hear his voice through scripture, sometimes through the conversations I have with other believers, and sometimes through the feelings and nudges deep inside, those things that âjust dawn on youâ or âyou knew you shouldawouldacouldaâ. I find that most of the time, those things are actually Godâs spirit compelling us to move forward in his purpose.â
âSo how did God tell you to help this woman?â Aidan asked, willing to accept that explanation.
âWhen I walked in, it was like God pointed and said âlook at her, Jeremy, she needs loveâ.â
The waitress came back with the coffee, and Jeremy looked up at her and smiled. âSo, how can we serve you?â
âAre you serious?â
âYes,â Jeremy nodded, and never broke eye contact.
âMy car,â the waitress looked about ready to cry. âIt stopped working this morning, and Iâve no idea why. I canât afford a new one, and I doubt I can afford the repairs, but I need a car to get to my three jobs.â
Jeremyâs smile widened. âDone.â He pulled out a card. âThis is my friend, Wallace. Call him today. He will tow your car and work on it free of charge.â
âWhat?â Patricia blinked.
âSeriously.â
âBut, why?â
âBecause I love Jesus and Jesus told me to love other people. Please?â
Patricia nodded, the tears were in her eyes as she took the card, and Jeremy focused back on Aidan.
âYour friend, heâll really do it for free, or youâll pay for it?â
âFor free. Wallace has about 12 car dealerships in the area, but he owns his own body shop here that he takes on, by recommendation only, people who need assistance but canât afford. He will work out a deal with them for payment, or heâll do it for free. All Patricia has to do is call and give him that card I just gave her.â
âWhat a coincidence,â Aidan murmured.
âNo,â Jeremy said firmly. âThat was God.â
Aidan took a sip of her latte, because it was all she could do. Words would not come to her. Her heart was too full. Finally, she spoke.
âItâs hard for me, sometimes, to see God as caring,â she said quietly. âMaybe because he is pictured as parental. To me, parents cause a lot of pain.â
âIâm so sorry,â Jeremy reached across the table and took her hand. âThat is unnatural. And it sucks.â
âMy dad left when I was six; he took my twin sisters, Lilly and Lilac, with him. For years I wondered what I had done to make him hate me. Why I had driven him away. My mother blamed me too, and even nowâyou saw herâsheâs not quite in her right mind, but I know she still blames me.â
âAidan, itâs not your fault,â Jeremy started.
âNo,â Aidan shook her head. âAnd I recognize that now, but in a way it is even though I didnât actually do anything to cause it. The hurt still remains. Iâm not sure either of my parents even considered what they were doing to me when they made their decisions, so âparentsâ to me has always been a very selfish term.â
âThank you for telling me that,â Jeremy nodded. âI could tell after the other day that it isnât something you share.â
âNo,â she sighed. âBut Iâm trying to move past it.â
Jeremy reached across the table and took her hand in his; he rubbed his thumb across her knuckles.
âItâs a long road to forgiveness,â he said.
âForgiveness,â she repeated the word as if it were foreign.
âIt took me a long time to realize thatâs what I needed in my life too, but once I let go and forgave, especially my ex, God was able to move in and help me move on.â
âForgive them,â Aidan tasted the words; they were bitter. âIâm not sure Iâm ready for that.â
Jeremy nodded. âBut you will be.â He finished off his coffee. Aidanâs had been gone for a while.
âMaybe,â she said, standing at the table.
âIn the meantime,â Jeremy reached around and put an arm around her shoulders as they walked out to the car. âLetâs just take it one day at a time.â
âNow that,â Aidan said, hugging him around the waist. âI can do.â
Jeremy let go as they walked to the car and Aidan couldnât stop smiling all the way home.
Accepting Your Gifts
I work with teenagers. Itâs kinda what I do. I used to think that it wasnât who I am, but Iâm not sure thatâs true. I know that they say your job isnât who you are, but I think if you are really luckyâor no, really blessedâyour job IS who you are. After all. You spend about 60% (or in my case more like 80%) of your day at your job. Having it define you, in a good way, can (in fact) be a good thing.
But Iâve struggled with that, because I donât want it to be my only thing. Being a workaholic isnât my goal, but being a dedicated member of Godâs world is. And when you find your calling and you happen to be able to make it your job, we should rejoice over thatâno matter how frustrating it can get.
Which is why I said I work with teenagers, not that Iâm a teacher. I am a teacher, but I donât believe my calling is really limited to teacher. Ask anyone who has ever taught for even five minutes and youâll understand what I mean. There are memes and blogs and caricatures, and all sorts of other things that list the âjobâ of a teacher and most of them are true. I teach, yes, but thatâs really not my primary âjobâ. If it was, I wouldnât work with teenagers.
Whenever someone asks me what I do, I always get one of these reactions (or variations):
- Wow, thatâs awesome. I could never do that, but Iâm glad someone does!
- Teenagers huh? I think the only thing more challenging would be middle schoolers.
- How do you do that?
I didnât know how to answer that for a long time, because yeah, someone needs to work with them and sometimes people are working with teens who really shouldnât be. And yes, middle school is challenging, but challenging in its own way. Just like if you put me in an elementary school Iâd probably be kicked out because half the class would be crying in absolute frustration (Iâm not meant to work with that age!). And how do I do that? Well, I just do. There isnât some kind of magic formula. If there was, then we wouldnât have a teacher shortage because we could train almost anyone to do it.
Finally I came up with an answer I liked. And It seems to really resound with most of the people I talk toâand will bring me back to my original point.
I treat teenagers like people. Because thatâs what they are, theyâre just people. Yeah, they have a few more hormones bouncing around them, but seriously I know 30 year olds who have less control over their hormones than my students. What I think people fail to realize is that teenagers are people who have needs, wants, hopes, dreams, desires, loves, just like we do and when you tap into that and realize you are not just a teacherâyou work with teenagers. Well, thatâs when magic happens.
I may not always be a teacher. I never know what the future holds, but I do know that I will always work with teenagers because they are a part of me. I was never good at being a teenager, but who is really? Itâs our job as the body of Christ to perform our function, and once we find that function we build it upâcreating muscle, not fat.
âSo it is with you. Since you are eager for gifts of the spirit, try to excel in those that build up the church.â Because, really, thatâs the only way any of us win.
Tis’ The Season: Writing Conferences #SheSpeaks2015
Excited.
Jittery.
Anxious.
Nervous.
No, Iâm not just reading out of a thesaurus; Iâm getting ready for my very first writerâs conference.
*Insert squeal of an eight year old blonde girl in ringlets*
Yes, because that is how I feel inside. Granted, Iâve never squealed in my lifeâwell maybe when I was eight, but even then itâs unlikely. Iâm not much of a squealer (whining I did a lot of, but squealingâŚnot so much). That in no way means I donât get excited about things, because I am pumped.
I donât know what this conference will bring.
Maybe nothing.
Maybe something.
And that is what is so exciting!
Not knowing the outcome means the possibilities are endless. Which also means I have very few expectations. And being amenable to a wide variety of outcomes means I can be satisfied no matter what happens in the end.
Okay, so weâre entering the gushing realm here, so Iâll refrain from going on and on and ask a couple of questions:
What kinds of writing conferences have you attended and what did you get out of them?
Evidentlyâtis the season! I follow a lot of blogs and everyone is talking about the conference season in full swing, so I want to know whatâs out there, whatâs going on, and what is the experience.
The conference I am attending is entitled âShe Speaksâ which is specifically for Christian writers and speakers.
I am not a speaker.
Oddly, though, because I am not a speaker, this conference appealed more to me. Iâd like to be a speaker. Or rather, Iâd like to be able to get up in front of a crowd and talk about my writing, hopes and dreams and to be able to encourage others to seek their own hopes and dreams without wishing that the floor would swallow me whole and send me straight to Fiji!
I know, I know. Iâm a teacherâI should be an expert public speaker.
Noâspeaking in front of pre-pubescent, and pubescent pimple popping punks, princesses and princes (I love teenagers!) is completely different than speaking in front of a crowd of peers. Believe me. If you donât, try it some time. Youâll see.
And Iâm not saying itâs easier either, itâs just different.
My point is, Iâd like to be a better speaker, so this conference has perks in more than one wayâincluding networking prospects.
Even though my expectations are wide open, I have signed up for my track and so for those of you who follow (and those of you who pray) Iâd appreciate your thoughts and prayers during these times! Youâre my support and I want to make sure that I get the most out of this experience that I can; the only way I can do that is to call on ALL my supportâand that includes YOU!
(Oh, and I know the dangers of posting this on the internetâbut be warned I have a pit bull at my house and sheâll protect it while Iâm goneâplus itâs not empty. Iâm not stupid.)
Thursday 7/23
1-2 welcome, worship, devotion
-I love that the conference starts out with worship and devotion. The only way any of this work can be truly blessed is if it is DEVOTED back to the ONE who blessed me in the first place. AMEN.
2:15-3:15 Finding something to talk about
-Now, we all know that I have a lot to say, but this is about avoiding procrastination, and this kind of directionâfocused direction can be helpful to someone who has been talking about being a writer since she wasâŚsix? And is just now doing something about it (heyâIâm going to be 30 in a monthâŚbetter late than never, right?)
3:35-4:35 What is a platform and Why do I need one? Blogging 101
-Now, Iâve been blogging for a while, but I could definitely be better (and more consistent) with it. And building a platform is importantâand not easy. I am looking forward to this. Suggestions bloggers? Always welcome
5:15-6:15 How to title your book and carry its theme throughout
-I always title my books LAST because I believe that the title should be carried throughoutâso if it isnât after I title the book then I can make those changes as I edit. I wonder what suggestions theyâll have in this workshop because Iâll admit that titling is NOT my forte.
Friday 7/24
9:30-11 General session
11:20-12:20 Social media and panel discussion
-I could always use help (and advice) in improving my PR.
2-3: Storytelling on the page
-During this I will also be meeting with a publisher. My appointment is at 2pm. It will likely only last about 15 minutes. PLEASE pray at 2pm on Friday if you pray at no other time during the conference. I donât know if this publisher will be right for me or not, but it will be a good experience and I would like to make a good impression as it is an important contact regardless of how it turns out.
 3:30-5:30 Track meetings (Word power equals Sales Power; Overcoming procrastination)Â
-At 3:30 I will also take time to meet with an agent. Again, I donât know if this agent will be interested or right for me either, but also an important experience and contact and I want to make a good impression.
8:15-9:45 Main session
Saturday 7/25
8:30-9:30 welcome, worship, morning devo
9:50-10:50 Getting things done in ministry on a budget
-I find that many times people donât like to talk about the financial aspects of writing and publishing. It needs more attention because it isnât cheap! And you donât make millions.
 11:10-12:10 Take the mystery out of marketing
-Ahhhhh, that WOULD be helpful.
1:15-2:15 Memoir writing
-A genre I havenât tackled and havenât thought about until recentlyâŚdetails to come.
2:45-5:45 bonus session (critique groups)
7-8:30 main session
8:30-9:30 dessert and mingle
As you can see, itâs a PACKED agenda and Iâm excited. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, if you do nothing other than just pray a little for me over the next few days Iâd appreciate youâbut more importantly pray for all the women at this conference because speaking and writing CAN make a difference in this crazy mixed up world of ours and the fact that there are so many women who want to try to make a difference really is a beautiful thing.
So Tisâ the Season to get your conference on.