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Why shouldn’t I? Why Shouldn’t You? Praise!

Posted by on Aug 18, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

A few days ago I drove to work with my window down. I like doing that whenever it is warm enough. Somehow hearing all of the chirping birds that fill the neighborhoods between my house and the hospital makes me happy. And honestly, anything that can make me happy to be going to work at 6:30 in the morning is a good thing! I’ve always loved hearing chirping birds. They are so happy. Somehow, it lifts my soul. As I waited at the highway for traffic, a song from my childhood popped into my head.   The birds upon the treetops sing their song, The angels chant their chorus all day long. The flowers in the garden blend their hue, So why shouldn’t I, why shouldn’t you praise Him too?   It’s a simple song. At first I couldn’t remember where I learned it. It seems like one of those songs I’ve always known. It wouldn’t surprise me to hear that my mommy and Grandma McKnight used to sing it to me.  But then I remembered it was on one of our childhood records. I wondered if the birds are chirping because it is morning and they are so glad the dark night is over? I wondered if they are saying good morning to each other? I wondered if they are thanking God for everything they have? Today I started looking online to find the author and copyright information for the song. I couldn’t find anything on the original author but I did find a site (www.hymnal.net) that played a clip of the song and then there were comments after the clip. I was amazed by the number of people who remembered learning this song fifty plus years ago. But, one comment caught my attention. “This was a favorite of mine about 50 years ago as well. I am now doing research and writing on ecotheology and a number of theologians stress the fact that all of creation praises God just by being what it is, a witness to God’s creativity. Whenever we worship, we are joining our voices to an unceasing universal praise. Indeed, this little chorus sums up this profound idea in such a simple way!” Allan Effa  Then I realized another message of this song. It is one that resonates greatly with me. It is this: the birds, the angels, and the flowers were all doing what God created them to do. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s what God wants from me. I am to do what He created me to do, nothing more, nothing less. And, if I listen He will be glad to let me know what that is! WOW. So, tomorrow when I drive to work I’ll roll down my windows and sing this song. Then I’ll proceed through the day surrendering to be used how God made me! To glorify...

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Family Time Brings Inspiration~An Announcement

Posted by on Aug 13, 2014 in Blog, Double Cousins |

The past month has been a mad dash culminating in a two week, four-thousand mile road trip as far west as Wyoming. Now we are home and getting back in a routine. Well, routine for us.   We have visited with a lot of people in the past few weeks and everywhere I go I get this question. “Are you working on your next book?”   Up until a couple of weeks ago my answer was a short laugh, eye rolling, or a big sigh. “Not yet,” I admitted.   My next book in the Double Cousins Mystery series was set to be in Denver. However, I was a bit stymied by the need to do a research trip which never seems to fit into our schedule. I knew I could start it and then visit, like I did with the second book but, I just couldn’t get excited.   In addition, I have been contemplating a second series, one set in the South. I had the beginnings of an idea for characters but was trying to figure out how to connect it to the Double Cousins.   Then Nemo happened. Yep, Nemo.   My sister lives in Nemo, SD with her family and 40 other people. More or less. My sister and her children clean the Nemo Guest Ranch. So, when my parents said that they just wanted to get together for some family time for their 40th anniversary, we plotted a family get-away at the Guest Ranch which is comprised of several large historic houses.   We took over one house for two days and played games, picked berries, put together puzzles, helped my sister with some cleaning, and visited. Oh, some people had to work and came and went but there were always some of us there.   The highlight for me was the fact that I was able to reconnect with my family, especially my nieces and nephews-the real double cousins. And lo and behold, inspiration struck!   It turns out there is a LOT of history in Nemo. History that would make a GREAT mystery book! And guess what? I have nieces and nephews who are close to the age of my characters.   So. . .we called it a research trip. We plotted. We took pictures that could even show up on a book cover. (Try getting plausible looking photos when it is August and the book will take place at Christmas!) We even discovered a way to connect the next book to the potential second series!   So, I guess I am announcing that the next book in the Double Cousins Mystery series will NOT be in Denver, CO but rather in Nemo, SD. And it might have some history relating to General Custer. And I might introduce a whole new series, The Nearly Twins Mysteries.   Wow! I guess I have a better answer than eye rolling or sighing now, huh?   Just beware. If you ask me what I’m working...

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Treasure in the Midst of Tumult

Posted by on Jul 22, 2014 in Blog, Uncategorized | 1 comment

Treasure in the Midst of Tumult

To say that our house is in an upheaval is an understatement. This summer we are combining the remnants of three residences into one. I am incredibly excited about the prospect of having all of our stuff in one house. Well, one house and a temporary storage unit. There is still some serious sorting and organizing that needs to be accomplished, but we are on the cusp of success here! Wonderful.   But, the process is overwhelming at times. There are boxes everywhere. Projects. It is sometimes mind numbing.   But the other night I found a treasure under the bed.   You know how it is. You pull off the mattress and box spring and. . . WHOA! There is an entire colony of dust bunnies, shoes, lost socks, chapstick, and if you are really blessed, a treasure.   There right at the top near my bedside table was a little red notebook. A lightbulb went off in my head. I opened the book and remembered. This was a gift from a conference. At the end our mentors gave us little notebooks. They told us to write down things we want to remember in the notebook. Moments we want to keep alive forever.   I started reading. There were only three entries—after all it did fall under the bed—but they took my breath away. The first was the memory of a special moment with my sister-in-law. The second was the memory of a major breakthrough in my life—the one where I learned I could trust God completely.   The third was a miracle. The entry read, “Today I want to remember that Cheryl is back!” Even as I type this I’m getting choked up. The miracle of my sister’s comeback from Parkinson’s is one that will undoubtedly take my breath away for the rest of my life.   I needed this notebook tonight. It is daunting to follow God’s direction when you are following blind. But, then if we weren’t following blind it wouldn’t really be trust would it!   I believe with all of my heart God wants us to remember. Over and over in the Bible God placed passages where the acts of God were reviewed. He did it so we can remember. So when we are in the dark part of the tunnel and we can’t quite see the light at the end, we can think back to the many times God provided for us.   So tonight I think I’ll add an entry to my little red notebook.   “July 18, 2014—I want to remember finding this notebook under the bed.”   Today I am honored to be interviewed on Vonda Skelton’s blog. The first time I heard Vonda speak I realized she had traveled the path I was on. There were many similarities in our stories. I determined that she would be an awesome person to choose as a mentor. So I did. It was Vonda and Carolyn Knefely who gave me the...

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The Key of Change – Guest Blogger on Christian Communicator

Posted by on Jun 18, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Have you ever thought you’ve FINALLY learned an important lesson and NOW you are done with it? Me too. But, the truth is that it isn’t that simple. We learn best by repetition. Case in point. I am honored today to be the guest blogger on the Christian Communicator site. Go to this link to read my post. Those of you who have read my book, All I Have Needed-A Legacy for Life will recognize it. This seems to be something God has been teaching me over and over the past few years, and I can’t say this summer is any different. He peels away more and more layers. Every time I think I have ARRIVED I learn that there is yet a deeper level of trust to gain in our wonderful God. I expect I’ll be working on this subject the rest of my life! So, click on the little link below and enjoy the piece. Then if you want more pieces similar to this one check out the above mentioned book either here on my site or go to your favorite local or online bookstore and order one for yourself! The Key of...

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That One Little Mug-Celebrating our Uniqueness

Posted by on Jun 5, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

That One Little Mug-Celebrating our Uniqueness

Have you ever noticed someone who just doesn’t fit into the crowd? Maybe they are taller than everyone else, a different color from the rest, have an unusual stance, or maybe they have an attitude. Maybe they are too chatty. Maybe they make people uncomfortable with their truthfulness.   Or maybe they just march to a different drumbeat; heading the opposite direction from the rest. Like the mug in this photo.   My husband and I both love symmetry. He is a bit more predictable in his symmetrical tastes than I am, but then he’s more predictable than I am, period. So, when we arrange the mugs on our mug wall we always put them facing the same way. It just looks better.   But there is this one mug we found in an old china cabinet the other day. It was his mother’s. It’s a grandma mug and it is cute and cheerful. But, when I went to hang it on the mug wall there was a problem. If I put it facing the “proper” way its good side was in. Yes, you heard me right. The side that was out just had blue writing that said, “I love Grandma.” No bright red, yellow, green, pink, and blue. Just blue.   Now, I couldn’t have that, could I? How sad it would be to put the mug so its uncreative, non-happy side was hidden.   But that is what we do when we insist that a child—or an adult conform and hide their GOD-GIVEN idiosyncrasies. Yes, they do need to learn to function in the real world and sometimes that necessitates learning that there is a place for quirky and a place for conformity.   But, maybe our “real-world” isn’t so real anymore. Maybe by making everyone act “normal” we are stifling the creativity and variety that God wants us to have. We need a balance!   Oh, I know. Sometimes there are areas of our personality that can get extreme.  Like my dad told me when I tried to use God as an excuse for talking too much. “But that’s just the way God made me,” I spouted.   “But, does that mean He wants you to stay that way?” was his reply. There is the verse that says we are new creations when we become a child of God. But, that doesn’t change the underlying personality and gifts God gave us. Instead it gives us the new nature and the Holy Spirit to help direct those  quirks.   I’m talking about personality issues here, folks. Let’s celebrate all of our quirks and different drum beats. Let’s look for ways they can glorify God. Let’s be who God made us to be! If that means going against the flow, so be it.   My husband reminded me of an example. I once knew a little girl—about five or six years old—who came to church one Sunday with three pony tails, one on each side and one in...

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Treasures in the Cedar Chest

Posted by on May 29, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

Treasures in the Cedar Chest

One day last week I cleared the clutter off the cedar chest and carefully laid aside the hand crocheted tablecloth “made especially for you by Juanita Bradley”—Bruce’s aunt. I lifted the lid. I was on a mission.   I pulled out the blankets that were tucked on top of the treasures and started poking through the years of mementoes. First I discovered a pink dress, the one I wore forty years ago today when my daddy married Dortha Onstott and we were no longer a motherless family. It was a good day. I had been carefully measured just a few weeks before the wedding. But, as is apt to happen with a young girl somewhere right around my twelfth birthday, just four weeks before the wedding I grew an inch or two. Oh well. I loved the dress anyway!   “There’s my nursing cap.” I pointed to the flattened white hat, unbuttoned for easy storage. I first wore it thirty years ago this coming December. It doesn’t seem possible that I have been a nurse for almost thirty years. Where did those years go?   “What is that?” Bruce pointed to a piece of oriental material.   “My kimono”, I said. I explained that when we were little a young Japanese lady who lived with my parents for a time gave them to Cheryl and me as a gift. I don’t remember Yoko, and I don’t remember wearing the kimono, but I’ve always treasured the little gift because my mother did.   Finally, I discovered what I was searching for, a bright flowered piece of material. A sun bonnet, Laura Ingalls Wilder style.   One summer, when we lived in North Platte, Nebraska my mother had sun bonnets made for my sister and me. I think she got one too. There was a big event in town, something to do with Nebraskaland Days I believe, and she wanted us to have them to wear. The great thing about them is that unbuttoned they make a little apron. I was so excited about mine I could hardly wait. I loved the colors. But then, the day arrived and we had to wear them. The shine wore off my excitement right quick. You see, I’m kind of like Laura I guess. I didn’t like feeling hot. I didn’t like having something tied under my chin. I felt trapped. Before long the thing was hanging on my back, much to my mother’s dismay.   So, why did I unearth the bonnet? Well, it’s like this. On June 7th the curb market, a local hand-made craft and produce fair here in Hendersonville, NC is having their semi-annual “Old-Timey Day.” I have been invited to bring my books and set up a table. So, I thought to myself, why not? I’ll dig out that old bonnet and iron it up. I’ll put it on and then I can look the part.   I’m delighted to have something that my mother bought for me to...

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Of Landmarks and Air Mail

Posted by on May 12, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Of Landmarks and Air Mail

I am a landmark driven person. If someone gives me directions, I’ll do a lot better if they include a few landmarks. When we travel I watch the signs, calling out the names of side streets and roads. We notice buildings that have seen better days, pretty homes, businesses, and churches. We really like to read church signs and we love the architecture of churches. Maybe it is a sudden valley, a lone tree, a peaceful creek running beside the car. We watch and comment on the things we see along the way.   One thing I love about the fact that we have two places between which we split our time is the familiarity which develops in the drive. All along the way from Hendersonville to Banner Elk there are landmarks.   There are the mundane places, for instance where we merge onto a different interstate. There’s the McDonalds where we sometimes stop for coffee or sweet tea. We pass Ridgecrest and The Cove where I have wonderful memories of fellowship with other writers and speakers. Some places are spectacularly beautiful, like our favorite valley—the place we day dream of living someday.   And then, there is “Air Mail”.   At the base of the mountain, immediately before the climb up what is called the “Winding Staircase,” is a mailbox. The first time we drove this road my husband told me to watch for it and then told me this story. Years ago, when he and his mother were driving up to Boone she spotted the mailbox and it tickled her funny bone. He hoped it was still there. It was a landmark of a happy time with his mother.   When we spotted it we almost felt like Mama was there with us. Sure enough, high on a pole above the real mail box was a second one with a little airplane perched on top. It was labeled “Air Mail.”   I laughed out loud. It tickled my funny bone too. So, the highlight of the trip whether we are coming up the mountain or going down is spotting the Air Mail Box. It reminds Bruce of a special experience with his mother. It gives me another connection with the mother-in-law I never got to meet. And, we either know we’ve made it down the winding staircase safely, or we need to pay attention to the curves because we are heading up!   Silly?  Maybe. But I was thinking about this the other day. I was in a conversation online about the value—or lack thereof—of sorrowing for the “good old days.” In the conversation we agreed that there is little value in that. My grandma used to say, “The good old days weren’t so good.” And it is true.   But, wait a minute. Let’s be careful not to react too quickly and bounce too far to the other side. There is value in looking at the past. There is value in noticing the landmarks, those points...

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The Treasure of Time Spent Together

Posted by on May 10, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

The Treasure of Time Spent Together

Today I saw online that one of my “Jr. Cousins”—a daughter of a cousin—is going to spend several weeks this summer with her grandparents in Nebraska. I am so excited for her. I would love to spend several weeks with her grandparents! They are some of my favorite people. Besides, they live in Nebraska. Enough said.   I told my junior cousin that she would never regret the time she spent with her grandparents. Specifically, the time where she is the only person there. I learned this lesson and I’m so thankful I did.   You see, when I was in my twenties I discovered that it was really cool to visit my grandparents without anyone else along. Especially without my parents. Now, don’t get me wrong. It was fun with them there too. But, I discovered an entirely different level of communication when it was just me and them. I don’t know if the difference was in my attitude or my grandparents’—maybe both—but I definitely felt like an adult talking to adults in a way I had never experienced before.   I heard some of the same stories, but I heard others. I found myself looking at them differently than I would have if my parents had been there to enter the conversation. I learned to appreciate my grandparents as individuals, adults, and even friends. That was the real treasure of the situation.   So today, when I realized a junior cousin was on her way to this kind of experience those mixed feelings bubbled up. Joy and even a bit of jealousy! All of my grandparents are now in heaven. I’ll have to wait until I get there to enjoy a day with them again. But, I AM thankful for every opportunity I had to spend time with them while they were here. I don’t regret one single moment. Not one.   What about you? If you have a grandma or grandpa still living, take it from me. It’s worth whatever you have to do to get there. Then you will understand the...

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Punkin Pie Trust

Posted by on Apr 30, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

This morning, needing to reboot my brain so that it wouldn’t be stuck on one problem and how it could be solved, I put on my walking shoes and ushered myself out the door. As I walked along the creek on the path to the park I reveled in God’s creation. Spring is finally coming to the mountains. The cool wind blew my hair around and with it went the cobwebs muddling my brain.   My mind started reviewing the attributes of God. Nature does that to me. Omnipotent, Omniscient—I love the sound of that word—Omnipresent. . . my mind hesitated. Everywhere present. He is right here with me.   I imagined Jesus walking beside me on the path, and you better believe it, I told him all about it. After my mind spit it all out verses started coming to me.   “Cast your care upon him, for he careth for you.” HE CARETH FOR YOU! WOW! I imagined all of my worries as big rocks. I piled them up in my arms, each with its name painted in bright primary colors. I took the pile over to Jesus and I dumped them. I felt lighter.   “Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also in Him and He shall bring it to pass.” Trust. . . there’s that tough word again.   “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and He shall direct thy paths.” Trust in the Lord with ALL my heart. ALL my heart.   At that moment a thought struck me. Is this my stumbling block with trust? Do I have the kind of trust that can dump every problem on Him, like a pile of rocks and walk away? Or is mine a puny intellectual trust that knows God is able, but doesn’t ever really dump and walk away?   Like a flash of lightening a memory shot into my mind. Grandpa McKnight was sitting in his chair, feet up on the stool in front of him. With his huge hands folded across his belly he waxed eloquent on the difference between Pumpkin Pie and Punkin Pie.   “Pumpkin pie, Miriam is great.” He grinned. “I can always eat pumpkin pie. But, well, it’s not the same thing as PUNkin pie, is it?” He unfolded his hands and rubbed them together, rolling his eyes a little. “PUNkin pie, now that’s the real deal Susie!”   And I thought, I’ve been depending on a pumpkin pie kind of trust. The kind that is easy to make. The kind that tastes a little like the real thing, but doesn’t quite satisfy. What I want, what I need is PUNkin pie trust.   But how to get that? So as I walked back home I thought about the steps to PUNkin pie trust.   Why do I trust my husband? Because I know him. I have experienced his honesty and trustworthiness over and...

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Storybook Island–A Bucket-List Worthy Place!

Posted by on Apr 29, 2014 in Blog, Double Cousins |

Storybook Island–A Bucket-List Worthy Place!

If I had a bucket list one of the items would be to spend the day with my whole family at Storybook Island in Rapid City. No, I’m serious. Storybook Island is a very special place, as anyone who has been there with a child age two to eight can attest. Oh, kids younger than that can enjoy it. Children older, even those MY age can also enjoy it. But, if you want to get the most entertainment out of the experience,  you need a two to eight-year-old and a camera. The first time we went I was a teenager and my baby sister was two or three. Oh what fun we had watching her dash from one Storybook character to another! Grandpa and Grandma Onstott took us and when we realized how close it was to their house—walking distance—and that it was free (they happily take donations), we went over and over. Storybook Island was first built in 1958 by the Rotary Club. It was on an island in the middle of the park and there was a nifty bridge entering the park called London Bridge. I don’t remember that part because in June of 1972 the flood tore through the park destroying almost everything. A few of the storybook displays were discovered downstream, but the entire park had to be rebuilt. At that point they moved the park to its present location which is where I’ve always known it to be. When I moved to Rapid City in 1995 I was a new aunt of three nieces, all under six months old. For the next ten years I lived right there in the middle of my growing brood of nieces and nephews. By 2005 there were ten. At least once a year we converged on Storybook Island with cameras, picnic food, and kids! Two days before my wedding my personal attendant and I took the kids for one last trip. It was bittersweet. I knew it would never be the same, because they just have this awful habit of growing up! Thankfully, I’ve had another niece and nephew come along, and when I’m home I get to visit the park with them. The great part is this: even the older ones still like to go. I can see in their faces the memories of previous visits. They laugh at the antics of the little ones. They encourage them towards the spot that was THEIR favorite. I’m sure in another ten years we will still be going. Only it will be another generation of nieces and nephews! It’s a neat place. A special place. One worth picking for your bucket list! At least, that’s my opinion. So, when it came time to write a Double Cousins Mystery in Rapid City, it was a no-brainer. Storybook Island must be included. I hope someday you get to visit the real place, but if not. . .read about it in the...

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Let It Go!

Posted by on Apr 26, 2014 in Blog | 4 comments

Let It Go!

  Today is Saturday. The day children love to watch cartoons. Wait. Do children still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings? I don’t know. No kids at my house.   Anyway, I was thinking this morning about how it was at our house when I was a kid. We loved watching cartoons, but that only lasted so long. You see, Daddy figured something out. Every week, after watching cartoons we argued and fought all day long. If, for some reason, we didn’t watch cartoons we didn’t fight. So he solved the problem.   No more cartoons. See, he didn’t want the consequences so he changed the actions.   The other day I posted a quote on Facebook. It’s a quote I’ve used for years, and probably will continue to since it is a timeless truth.   “You can choose your actions, but you can’t choose the consequences for those actions.”   Judging from all of the “likes” this quotes gets on Facebook it is a truth that resonates with the older generations. I guess that’s because we’ve made many of those bad choices and suffered more consequences.   Recently I’ve heard a song that makes me think of this quote. I’ve heard it a lot. You have too.   I’m talking about “Let it Go” from the movie Frozen. Now, I haven’t watched the movie, I admit. I’ve heard it is “wonderful.” It may be. But the song is troubling.   After seeing people posting comments, videos, and even take-off songs online, I finally decided to go to you-tube and see the original.   Beautiful song, lovely voice, breathtaking animation. But the message.   My heart sank and my mouth dropped open as the girl sang. She sang about running away. She sang about being the good girl who couldn’t tell people what was in her heart. And now, now she was going to launch herself into the world and do her own thing. “No right, no wrong, no rules for me.” She sings about her soul spiraling down.   My mind flew to all of the little ones who are learning this song. It seems everyone wants to sing it for their event. Children and young people are listening to this song so often parents are getting sick of it.   So, you say. . . “It’s only a song from a movie. A movie that ends well.”   I hope so.   “You are over-reacting, being too legalistic and spiritual. Kids know this is just a song from a movie. . .”   Keep telling that to yourself. I’ve heard this song so much that the other day when something I didn’t like happened I found myself singing. . . “I never liked this ****** anyway.”   If it has become a part of me to the point that it pops up when I’m dissatisfied, what will these ideas do in the life of a child. A tween-ager? A teen?   Harmless? Just another Disney Movie song? Or...

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A Glorious Day

Posted by on Apr 22, 2014 in Blog, Double Cousins | 1 comment

One thing about this author’s path is the continuous stream of forced new learning experiences. I’m not exactly a fan of new experiences. The problem with new experiences or opportunities is that I’m not good at them yet and I can’t have confidence in the outcome. Yet, here I am time after time doing something I’ve never done before. Like a book launch party.   I had no idea what to expect with this party. It was a risk. I was spending money on a room, food, door prizes, decorations, and advertising and I had no idea who would show up. I remember telling several people, “I don’t know if it will be the 15 or 20 local people who love me most—my family—or half the town. But, with the help of my family we rushed to the finish line, the decorations were put up, the food was prepared, the other guests of honor were invited, and the day arrived.   Half the town didn’t come. But, thankfully it wasn’t just my family either. The numbers though weren’t the real story. As I watched my nieces and nephews throw themselves into helping with the event, and then as I listened as the special speakers shared their stories I realized something.   Once again, my plan wasn’t God’s. My plan was to promote the book by getting hoards of people to my party. God’s was different. Yes, the book was promoted. After all two TV stations showed up. The attendees bought books. It was great fun!   But more than that, as the director of Storybook Island shared the importance of the free children’s park in her childhood, and the continued determination to keep it free I saw heads nod. I saw my nieces and nephews gaining a new appreciation of the playground of their childhood.   As Mr. and Mrs. Masters stood and shared how God sustained them in the face of the horrific loss of their three boys in the flood of ’72 a new understanding dawned on the faces of the listeners.  Recognition of the impact of this historic flood. A reminder of the amazing power and provision of God’s grace.   So, what I thought would be a promotional event turned into a time that caused me to say, “How Great Is Our God!” And that makes it worth every penny spent and every hour of work. Because—after all—isn’t glorifying God what it’s all...

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A Kaleidoscope of Memories!

Posted by on Apr 18, 2014 in Blog, Double Cousins |

A Kaleidoscope of Memories!

The last couple of days at work friends have asked me one of several questions. How has it been going? How was your trip? How are the book sales? What have you been up to lately?”   I find myself answering with a generic response. “Oh, great. Busy. We’ve been busy.”   Um. That really doesn’t begin to describe it, does it?   Have you ever found yourself trying to describe a torrent from a fire hydrant with a trickle of words? That’s how I feel. There is just so much to tell you about, I don’t even know where to begin.   I could go with the words of one great song. . . “Where do I begin. . . to tell the story. . .” or, I could go with the words of another great song, “Start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. . . “   But, the truth is that there is such an explosion of memories in my mind, a kaleidoscope of experiences waiting to be told, that I’m just at a loss.   So, for the past week or so, each day I planned to write a blog post; one that would share one of the great experiences of the past two weeks. Maybe about the awesome book launch party for The Double Cousins and the Mystery of the Rushmore Treasure. The one where I thought I knew what the highlights would be. I was wrong about those highlights!   Or maybe about the wonderful time I had with the students at the Homeschool  events. The ones that went “above and beyond all that I could ask or think.” But you know how much I love speaking to students so that was a no-brainer, wasn’t it?   Or maybe even the last event, the one in which I ended up speaking about Passing theTorch. The one where when I looked out into the audience I realized I was speaking to many who were responsible for lighting a torch for me, as well as several of “my girls” from a Sunday School class I taught back in 1990.   But, those are just the events and a snapshot of their importance. A very tiny, blurry snapshot. You see, there is more.   I sold 91 books. I was on TV twice.  But those are just facts.   More importantly, memories swirl of making mints and wordless book bracelets with my nieces and nephews, holding my great niece, shopping with my sisters, watching my parents watch me on TV, hearing survivors of the Flood of 72, watching my nieces and nephews throw themselves into helping host the book launch party, and too many other moments to mention.   So, over the next few posts I hope to drill down into this pile of memories, pull out a few brightly colored pieces of glass from the kaleidoscope, and give you just a little idea of the glorious moments of the past two...

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A Kindred Spirit-A Great Book!

Posted by on Mar 31, 2014 in Blog, Double Cousins |

A Kindred Spirit-A Great Book!

This morning when I sat down at my computer I immediately went to weather.com. I didn’t check Banner Elk. I didn’t even check Rapid City, SD. First I checked the radar map to see what it was doing in Alzada, MT.   Alzada Where? Where is that? Why?   Let me explain. Back in January my newest book, The Double Cousins and the Mystery of the Rushmore Treasure launched. Many friends helped by sharing my Facebook posts on their own wall. (An awesome way to help an author, by the way.) One of those friends is a lady who was a missionary kid when my step-mom was working in Uruguay. All through the past forty years—Mom left the field forty years ago today to come marry my daddy—I’ve known Deb. She was close to my mom and even after she went to college, married, and had children she would send a Christmas letter to my parents. I read them. I still do when I go home.   With the advent of Facebook we became “friends.” Deb was so excited about my books that she arranged for me to come speak to her class in Chicago. Yes, Chicago. It was a wonderful time.   Fast forward a few years to this January and Deb once again shares my post. Her friend from Bible College, Drusilla Dye saw it. The title captured her attention. She grew up near Rapid City, SD and Mount Rushmore. She read the review. She was further captivated because she was between her Jr. and Senior years of high school when the flood of ’72 hit. She even had the same name as a little girl who died in that flood. So, when she went back to Lead High School the next Fall there were some surprised folks.   Anyway, Drusilla contacted me and I  began to suspect that we were kindred spirits. We had many similarities in our background and life stories. And to top it off, Grandpa Onstott was her Pastor. Yes, that’s right. In addition she went to college with my youth leader and his wife, Clayton and Sally. Yep. It’s a small world after all.   I learned after talking to Drusilla that she lived on a ranch in Montana. She is a teacher. She is a writer. She writes pieces about lessons she has learned living on the ranch. Well! Of course I did. I ordered her book—Life on the Ranch-Life Lessons I Learned on the Ranch—and then I really knew we were kindred spirits. As I read her pieces I laughed, I cried, I said “ouch” when what she wrote stepped on my toes, and God spoke to me through her writing. So, when this latest storm came up in the Great Plains I started praying. Praying for my new friend and her husband. Praying for their livestock. Praying that the mama cows would deliver their babies safely. And, thanking God for the lessons I’ve learned from this new friend! http://drusilladye.blogspot.com/...

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Don’t Be An Asa!

Posted by on Mar 28, 2014 in Blog |

Can I share a Bible story that made me stop and think this week? Here it is.   In Sunday School we were reviewing the kings of Judah and Israel. The teacher mentioned Asa and read a verse that struck me as contradictory.   IKings 15:14. “But the high places were not removed: nevertheless Asa’s heart was perfect with the LORD all his days.”   Now, I’m not a Bible scholar, but I do remember that the Israelites were supposed to remove ALL of the false Gods. Those high places should have come down, no doubt. But, how to reconcile that with the second part of the verse? That was the question.   As these thoughts were swirling through my head the teacher had us turn to II Chronicles 16 and referred to an episode where a prophet came to Asa and called him out because Asa sought help from others rather than God. He shouldn’t have done that. Instead of humbling himself and realizing his sin, Asa became angry, threw the prophet in prison and treated some other people poorly too. And reading the rest of the chapter he didn’t learn his lesson, either. When his feet developed problems, he sought human help rather than asking God. He died miserable.   Then, the teacher went on to the next king. Not me. I was stuck there.   Here was a man who obviously didn’t fully obey what God told him to do. Add to that his tendency to run to others for help rather than God and it just didn’t mesh in my brain with the sentence, “nevertheless Asa’s heart was perfect with the LORD all his days.”   So, as the teacher proceeded with the lesson I admit it, I looked closer at the Asa story. And there it was, something that jumped out and grabbed me by the throat.   In verses seven and eight the prophet scolds Asa for failing to seek God’s counsel and explains the consequences. But then he delivers the punch to the gut. At least I felt it.   “For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him. Herein thou hast done foolishly: therefore from henceforth thou shalt have wars.”   Lest you missed it I underlined it and made it bold. There is the exact phrase that God used to describe Asa back in I Kings. It’s like God was saying “I’ve been waiting for a chance to show myself strong for you Asa, but you just won’t ask me!”   I’ve thought about this passage a lot this week. When I have a problem where do I run first? Is it to God? Or do I go to friends, family, Google? Seriously, it’s something to think about. Because, I am a child of God. I am wholly committed to Him. His eyes are running to and fro through the...

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God’s Message to Me. . . and You!

Posted by on Mar 19, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

Over the past several years my pattern has been to read Psalms for my devotions. I read five a day, starting with the Psalm that matches the date and then adding thirty, sixty, ninety, etc.   One great result of this habit is that now I have a journal-of-sorts of these years. As I read I can see from the notes in the margins, the underlined verses, and even the underlined sections in my Life Application Bible just what was going on that day. Not just that, but I can see how God spoke to me and met my need.   Today I was reading Psalm 41. This month I am mixing it up and just reading straight through.   Psalm 41:2-3 are bracketed and beside it I’ve written, “Daddy – December 2012!!” The verses say this: “The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies. The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.”   The reason this stood out to me that day was, well, it was so obvious.   You see, I read this passage that day from my daddy’s Bible. I was standing beside his hospital bed in the ICU at the VA in Sturgis. He had just suffered two seizures. He was still unconscious. I was scared to death and trying not to show it. I looked around the room and there, on the top of his belongings sat his Bible. Picking it up, I turned to the Psalms and started in on my pattern. And, there it was, in front of God and everyone. God’s message for Miriam for the day!   Now, I’m not one to say that God always will give such a clear answer. Many times He doesn’t. But, that day—God did. When I returned to the waiting room I told Mom, “You’ll never guess what the passage I read Daddy said.” She was amazed.   And when Daddy woke up and his mind cleared from the seizures and meds, I told him and He was encouraged.   You see, God’s Word is there to speak to us, teach us, and encourage us. Today and everyday! Don’t forget to find God’s message for you...

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