The Authors of Writes of Passage

The Authors of Writes of Passage

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Handprints on the Wall (by guest blogger Lorna Seilstad)

Dear Friends,

We wait upon God’s timing for Jim to enter into the Kingdom. Please pray for comfort for both Jim and my family as we continue this journey. 

Blessings, 
Judy


First of all, I want to thank Judy for allowing me to guest blog in her absence. She is such a blessing to me, and I keep her and her family wrapped in prayer.

Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived.
~Jean Luc Picard, played by Patrick Stewart, from the film “Star Trek: Generations.”

While Jean Luc sees time as a companion, others see it as their enemy. Some see time as an illusion and still others believe they can save it.  One song wished it could be “kept in a bottle” and of course, “there’s no time like the present.” The Bible tells us there is a “time for every season,” and most of us are familiar with the saying, “all in good time.”

I’ve been quite cognizant of time lately. Making Waves releases in two months, and I just met the deadline for book two in the Lake Manawa series.  But it isn’t these numbers occupying my thoughts the most. Let’s look at a few that are:

48 hours -- That’s how long I labored with my son, our first child.
                 
3 weeks -- You guessed it. That’s how far overdue he was.
                  
15 min. -- How long it took from the beginning of the c-section until I heard his deep little cry.
                 
3 seconds -- How long it took me to love him and to know my life would never be the same.
                
Almost 18 years ago, our son was born and last month he graduated  from high school. In the fall, he will leave for York Christian College.  It’s hard to imagine my little boy is a young man now. How did  he go from driving Hot Wheels to driving a car, from singing “Jesus Loves Me” to trying out for chorus at college, from playing with Legos to planning his future?
                  
And while how swiftly the time has passed shocks me, I wouldn’t change a thing. I do, like Jean Luc said, cherish each moment.  I’m very proud of the godly young man he is.
                  
I wanted to share a special song with all of you that expresses these feelings much better than I can. “Handprints on the Wall” by Kenny Rogers is played in the Youtube video below. It is available in his Back to the Well, 2003 album. The song actually starts at 2:00, so you might want to fast forward to that point unless you want to hear Kenny’s story at the beginning.  After you listen, tell me what you think. I’d love to hear your thoughts. 

How swiftly is time passing for you? How do you do at cherishing each of  the moments God has bless you with?




~Lorna

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

International Christian Retail Show

I'm headed to the St. Louis airport this morning to catch my flight back to Nashville. I've had a marvelous last few days at a writers retreat and then at the International Christian Retail Show, but I'm ready to be home. Since I'm out the door and a little rushed, I'm simply going to share some glimpses of the past few days...

I was thrilled when Dave Long (editor with Bethany House) introduced me to Jenni Burke, the model who posed for the cover of Remembered. (Click the title to see the "historical" Jenni)



Bethany House prepared ARCs (Advance Reader Copies) of Within My Heart, and I signed those at the Baker Booth yesterday.


Me with Julie Klassen (author of The Silent Governess and the winner of the 2010 Christy for Historical Romance, so proud for her), and Sunni Jeffers (author for Guideposts and my sweet roomie who saved my life this weekend with her traveling pharmacy. My allergies really acted up...)


The lovely Nancy Moser who signed ARCs of her newest novel, Masquerade (which I'm going to start reading on my way home today!). Love you, Nancy, and really enjoyed getting to know you better.

The oh-so-sweet and talented Lynn Austin (who won the 2010 Christy for Historical Fiction, her sixth Christy, I think?) and her hysterical husband, Ken. We shared dinner together (with Bethany House folks) before the Christys on Saturday night.


Clowning around with Nancy Moser, Lynn Austin, and Julie Klassen.


Me with Julie Klassen and Dee Gist following the Christys on Saturday night. If you haven't read The Silent Governess yet, treat yourself and do! It's marvelous! So is Dee's A Bride in the Bargain. I'm honored to be among such talented authors.


Sunni Jeffers and I are lovin' up on good friend and author Tricia Goyer and her new daughter, Alyssa. So precious (both of them)!


We had a scavenger hunt during the writers retreat, and one of the "to dos" was to have one member of your group do a cartwheel. Well...this is Lynn Austin attempting a cartwheel with the help of Neta Jackson and Julie Klassen. Teamwork almost made it happen! :)


Another feat of the scavenger hunt was to take a picture of your entire team SEATED in a bathtub. (L to R: Ken Blackstock (Terri's husband), Gayle Martin, me on Neta Jackson's lap and Lynn Austin)


The lovely Colleen Coble and Terri Blackstock


And lastly, a shot of the arch at dusk.

What a fun time we've had! And now, off to grab some breakfast with my roomie, Sunni Jeffers, and then catch our planes. 

Continued blessings, friends. And Judy, I'm holding you and your husband and your family close to my heart, as are all the readers of this blog. You're so dearly loved, and we're asking God to comfort you and give you strength in coming days. I'm so grateful we have not just the hope of Heaven for this life, but the reality of our eternal home with Christ the moment after we breathe our last.

Tammy

Monday, June 28, 2010

tell everyone the wonderful things God has done

There are countless people in the world who don't understand people of faith who love to discuss the works of God and the Word of God and to praise Him openly. And some of those people are reviewers for general market publications who review Christian fiction. Many such reviewers just don't "get" those characters in our books who find such joy in the Lord, who talk about Jesus openly and with fervor. They often think these characters are unrealistic and/or unnatural. Which just shows they haven't been hanging out with any of my friends.

The truth is, my life is a great deal like the lives of the characters in my books. I talk about God all the time with my family and friends. I think about God when I'm alone. I write about Him in my fiction and in my journals. It's simply second nature to me and to the people I know best. To me, the unrealistic/unnatural characters are those who don't discuss the Lord as easily as they would discuss the weather. At least that's true of Christian characters in Christian fiction.

In Mark 5:1-17, Jesus cast out a legion of demons from a man and sent them into a herd of pigs that then plunge into the sea and were drowned. The townsfolk were so frightened by the event, they begged Jesus to leave. And then this:
When Jesus got back into the boat, the man who had been demon possessed begged to go, too. But Jesus said, "No, go home to your friends, and tell them what wonderful things the Lord has done for you and how merciful he has been." (Mark 5:18-19)
This is what I take away from those verses: If Jesus has touched your life, you need to go tell your friends and family about Him. Don't hide in the church and don't leave town. Talk about Him wherever you are best known. Sing the praises of the Lord for all to hear. Proclaim His mercies to the hurting, frightened, unbelieving world. They need to hear your story.

~robin

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Christian Women's Week!




Dear Sisters,




It's Christian Women's Week!


Isn't it sweet to know we have a week specifically to reflect on what it means to be a woman who chose to follow the Savior? We are so many things to others--sisters, daughters, mothers, grandmothers, granddaughters, aunts, nieces.
But today I'd like you to take time out to think what it means to be yourself, alone, in Christ Jesus. What are your emotions, your strengths and weaknesses? What are your joys and concerns?

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, ESSENTIAL, UNIQUE AND BELOVED TO THE LORD.
I celebrate each of you and wish you a heart filled with Christ.

A reader sent me the poem below. It encapsulated so much of how I feel. It's always such a blessing when a reader shares from her heart with me! I thought I'd pass on the blessing and share it with you. BLESSINGS!

Christian Woman's Heart



'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'



When I say that 'I am a Christian', I am not shouting that 'I am cleanliving.

I'm whispering 'I was lost, but now I'm found and forgiven.'



When I say 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.






When I say 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.

I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.





When I say 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.

I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.





When I say 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect.

My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.





When I say 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.



When I say 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,

I'm just a simple sinner who received God's good grace, somehow!

~~~~~~~~~~~Author Unknown
GOD BLESS US, EVERYONE!

love,
Cathy

Friday, June 25, 2010

The End

A quick note - Judy Miller's husband is not expected to make it. Please continue to lift Judy and her family up in prayer. Thanks.





I always like it when I can tack, THE END, onto a book and it's all the more special when it comes to the end of a series. This week I finished writing the third book in a series that debuts this fall. It's always such a blessing when you feel the hand of God in a project and this one was definitely influenced by His touch.

Throughout great amounts of turmoil over the last few months, it seemed that life was conspiring against me in getting this book written. I have asked various friends to pray for me as I write, and always have a team of folks praying for individual books. In this series I wrote a family saga that dealt with social issues, spiritual conflicts and dealing with life when it doesn't look like you thought it would.

So often I am brought back to this last lesson. I get in my mind how I think a thing should look or feel, and when it doesn't then I'm troubled, frustrated and question God as to why life has suddenly gotten beyond His control. Of course it hasn't really, but that's how it feels.

My dear friends here on the post are good examples of my feeling that way. I can't help but wonder what God is up to? Why the death - the sickness - the injury. What good can possibly come out of all of this?

But God is so faithful. Like a Father to a little child, He reminds me that I cannot possibly know why things happen as they do, but that my job is to trust Him. I love Catherine Marshall's book A CLOSER WALK. In it she shares the story about


Abraham and Isaac going up the mountain where Abraham would sacrifice his son in obedience to God. My favorite part, and the thing that always comes to mind at times like this is this. While Abraham and Isaac were going up one side of the mountain - the ram was coming up the other side.


Life often looks so very different than we thought it would. Situations and circumstances make little or no since and we find ourself crying out - asking God - Where are you? We are so feeble and weak, but thankfully He is our strength and that is sufficient. He is our hope and we can rest in knowing that He has already made provision for anything this fallen world or the enemy can throw at us.

If you haven't spent some prayer time lately in thanksgiving - I highly recommend you do so now. It's amazing how it lifts the spirits and refreshes the heart. I'll start you off - Thank you, Father, that we can rest in your arms.



Tracie

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Do you want to be a writer?

Nearly every week, an email from a hopeful writer finds its way to my inbox seeking advice on how to get published. I have a pretty standard answer: WRITE; beyond that, educate yourself on the publishing world. One great way to do this is attend writing conferences.

One I haven't missed since its very first event in 2002 is the American Christian Fiction Writers conference. Recently, Brandilyn Collins, suspense writer extraordinaire, blogged about this year's upcoming conference. Since I'm racing toward a deadline, she agreed to let me share her thoughts here:

Registration is now open for the American Christian Fiction Writers' Conference, held in Indianapolis from Sept. 17-20. This is the largest Christian writers' conference in the country (last year about 540 people attended), and it's the only conference that does nothing but fiction. If you're interested in writing faith-based fiction, this is the conference for you.

The conference is special to me for many reasons, two being the very disparate roles I get to play during the event. In my "out front" role I serve as emcee, and have done so since the very first ACFW conference. In my "quiet" role I serve in the prayer room. Much of my time that is not spent up front is spent in the prayer room, meeting with people to pray for their physical, emotional, and spiritual needs. (Often people make appointments with me ahead of time to meet them in the prayer room so we're sure we have that opportunity.) Every year I've seen miracles occur. For me, what happens in that room, quietly, between God and attendees, is the highlight of the conference. And I do believe God has blessed our conference because of its focus on prayer. It's no small thing to have a dedicated prayer room each year. It means we pay for an extra hotel conference room that is not used for teaching, but is set aside and dedicated to prayer. [KIM NOTE: In the prayer room at the 2004 conference, God reached down through Brandilyn and healed me of six chronic illnesses as well as an emotional burden I'd carried since early childhood. Today I walk without pain, without shame, as a result of that prayer session. I've seen miracles happen!]

Regarding the conference as a whole:

1. You'll see more fiction agents and editors at attendance at ACFW than any other conference. These professionals know that, as far as fiction goes, this is the conference to attend.

2. You'll receive training in fiction on five different levels, ranging from beginners to professional level. So no matter where you are in your journey of writing fiction, there are classes and workshops for you.

3. Our conference continues to grow, which is a testament to how helpful attendees find it. Even in the down-turned economy of 2009, when other conferences were struggling, ACFW had a larger attendance than ever. We expect the same this year.

4. The atmosphere is very friendly. ACFW members are like a big family. And if you're not a member, or a new member, you'll make friends quickly.

I second everything Brandilyn said. I'm a first-class introvert, and I feel at ease there. I've learned so much from the organization about publishing, but not only will these conferences grow you as a writer, the worship services will minister to your spirit. I always come home refreshed and recharged.


The 2010 theme is "Serving Him in WORD and Deed." Colossians 3:17 says, "And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him." If you desire to use your writing to bring glory to God, this is a great place to start! To find out more about the ACFW conference, go here.

God bless you muchly as you journey with Him! ~Kim

(Next week I'll be in Minnesota with my mom--prayers for her still coveted. I'm also keeping Judy, Jim, our faithful reader Patti Jo, and my other blog-pals Robin, Cathy, Tammy, and Tracie in my prayers. So glad we serve a God who is ready and able to listen and respond whenever we call! Take care!)

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Rich folks camping? A diver set on fire? - Guest Blogger Lorna Seilstad


Hey friends, Judy here... Due to complex health issues with my husband I’m unable to blog this week, so I’ve asked Lorna Seilstad to step in as guest blogger. Your continued prayers for my family are truly appreciated. Please make Lorna feel welcome with your comments to her interesting blog. 
~Judy

First of all, I want to thank Judy for giving me the opportunity to guest blog in her place today. I could fill pages with what a blessing she has been in my life.

Where do you think you could find a resort billed as the place to visit west of Chicago and known as “The Mecca of the West” around the turn of the Century? Denver? St. Louis? Minneapolis? Council Bluffs, Iowa probably did not make your list. 

However, in 1886 Lake Manawa, an oxbow lake created by a flood in 1881, was opened to the public. Complete with grand pavilions, water toboggan slides, regattas, and a Midway, the resort served as an entertainment center with over 2000 people a day coming to the park from near and far. At one point, streetcars arrived there every eight minutes.

As a Council Bluffs native, I’d heard stories about Lake Manawa’s once opulent resort all my life, but until I researched it, I had no idea how amazing the location was. When I read the stories, I had to write a story about it and Making Waves, book 1 in the Lake Manawa Summer Series, was born. Take a trip now with me to the area through old postcards offered at the lake and a few photographs taken at the time. 

Visitors entered the park by travelling down Shady Lane. The canopy of trees gave way to a surprisingly beautiful lake nestled in Iowa’s hills. After a visitor paid his or her dime at the turnstile to enter the Grand Plaza, they would discover the Grand Pavilion, the boardwalk, lighted fountains, and the entertainment acts provided by the management. Besides the band stand, the park featured acrobatics acts, hot air balloon launches, and dramatic productions. Lawn tennis courts, horseshoe pits, and cycling were also popular.


Rowboats could be rented at the lake and rowing competitions were common forms of entertainment. As mentioned, spectacular acts delighted the crowds. One such act occurred at the dive tower. For years, a woman diver, known only as Miss Fishbaugh, climbed the dive tower, soaked herself in gasoline, and lit herself on fire every night at 9 p.m. Thankfully, her asbestos bathing costume and a special collar around her hair and face kept her alive to repeat the feat again and again.

Not everyone traveled to Lake Manawa from the fancy hotels inside the city. Each season over 500 people pitched tents and lived at the lake.  The wealthy brought along all the comforts of home, including their servants. Husbands would take the streetcar into Council Bluffs or Omaha to work. 

With six miles of water on which to sail, Lake Manawa attracted sailboats of various sizes. Regattas were also very popular at the lake and individuals transported their crafts from other cities by rail.

While today it’s hard to imagine swimming in wool stockings, bloomers, and a skirt, bathing costumes weighed considerably less than the usual summer apparel and were quite freeing for women. They also showed a woman’s arms and the shape of her legs so some people considered them quite scandalous. Most bathing costumes sported some kind of nautical theme complete with a sailor collar.


To give the resort an Eastern feel, the main beach was named Mahattan Beach. Tons of sand had to be brought in to create a place for bathers. Col. Reed, the manager of Manhattan Beach, also brought in top acts to perform. In the year Making Waves is written (1895) the Ladies Military Band of Chicago performed all summer. They were paraded through the city in streetcars.


Bathers could rent wooden toboggans, like those used on snow, and fly down one of the three slides such as this at the lake. The largest of the slides was advertised at the “Toboggan of Joy.” The structure attached to the water slide is a bath house where the sleds could be rented and refreshments purchased.

In the subsequent two books in the Lake Manawa Summers Series, more amenities of the park will be featured including one of the largest and longest wooden roller coasters of the day (1906), a ball diamond complete with a local team, a roller rink, a bowling alley, and a miniature railroad. Like today’s entertainment centers, the resort was constantly changing and adding new things to entice their patrons.

Today, Lake Manawa is a popular state park, and sadly, no traces of its heyday remain.  The once well-liked resort became a victim of tornadoes and fires beginning in 1913. Along with that, the carnival atmosphere fell out of popularity with the wealthy, and they became concerned with the “shady characters” the Midway seemed to attract. In 1927, after nearly forty years of entertaining its patrons, the park closed for good and the buildings were either auctioned off or torn down.

My grandfather purchased one of the bath houses for $300 and moved it onto a lot of what was once part of the Midway. This long narrow building became the home my father grew up in. It was torn down a few years ago, but at least one of the bath houses belonging to another family remains as a home in the area.

During this time period, people worked hard and played hard. In Making Waves (from Revell, releasing in Sept.) I wanted to bring this resort back to life. It’s so easy to picture the “old days” in black and white, but they deserve to be remembered in color. I hope you will join Marguerite and Trip in Making Waves as they uncover all the lake has to offer both as a place to enjoy and a place to change lives.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

God's Waiting Room

This was our patriotic Father's Day dessert. And it was delicious!


Have you ever been in God's waiting room, and didn't particularly like being there? If, like me, your answer is yes, then you'll identify with this past Sunday's message at our church. We've been studying The Flood (from the book of Genesis), and I was given "fresh perspective" this week of what it's like to be in God's waiting room.

To view the message, click here, then click on "watch" for The Flood Pt 2, then "scan ahead" to the 31:00 minute mark, and get ready. You might also want to take a quick peek at Genesis 7:10...


I was reminded that waiting seems to be as normal to Biblical faith as "doing"...yet waiting is often the most difficult "faith task." As we see in the account of The Flood, for seven days and nights, after God closed the door of the ark, mind you...Noah, his wife, their sons and their wives waited for the rains. Do you think it was easier for Noah to build the ark? or to wait for the rain once they were closed up inside the ark?

If I'd been on the ark during those seven days, I'm ashamed to admit it but I probably would have started to question whether Noah had heard God right. Maybe he'd misunderstood. Just a little. Because nothing was happening. No rain. Not. A. Single. Drop.

Do you think Abraham ever questioned God when God promised him a son...and yet didn't deliver on that promise for 25 years? What about when God promised David that David would be king, yet didn't tell him that it would be 20 years before he would take the throne? And what about Jesus promising Paul that Paul would take the message of the gospel to the Gentiles...after another 12 or 14 years.

Are you in God's waiting room in a certain area(s) of your life right now? Do you feel as though you're hanging in the balance, waiting for God to either fulfill a promise or reveal his will? If yes, you're not alone. You're in good company. And I'm right there alongside you. And, more importantly, so is God, who said, "Don't be afraid, for I am with you, Don't be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand."

Judy, I'm continuing to lift you and your family up in prayer. Robin, I'm praying for your speedy healing. Patti Jo (Moore), a regular reader and commenter on this blog, I'm praying for the surgeries you're facing this week too, and appreciate you sharing the above scripture from Isaiah 41:10 with me yesterday. It fit perfectly with the post I'd already typed. Such a God thing.

Continued blessings,
Tammy

Monday, June 21, 2010

And here's the rest of the story...

I wrote this post for my Write Thinking blog last week after I got out of the hospital, and since I'm still woozy and fuzzy from pain meds, I'm going to "recycle" it in case this blog's readers haven't seen the information yet:

Sunday (June 13) was my day to serve with Feeding God's Children (my church feeds the hungry and homeless in the park every Sunday afternoon). Probably around 150 or more served. I was doing the beverages and pretty much didn't stop filling glasses for two hours straight. Definitely wasn't drinking any fluids myself. It was a beautiful but warm day. When I was done in the park, I was exhausted, but drove over to see Mom. I took her for a walk in her wheelchair around the outside of the nursing home because it was such a beautiful day. When I left there, I stopped at KFC, ate my chicken when I got home, and promptly fell asleep on the sofa. Without drinking much at all.

About an hour later, Poppet started barking like crazy at the neighbor cat, so I put her in her crate so she would settle down. I laid back down on the sofa and watched TV, still tired. Maybe half an hour later, I realized the house was getting very hot, so I got up to turn on the air conditioner. It was about 7:45 pm. I made it into the hallway when I felt dizzy.

Now, let me share that I am a Master of the Swoon. The first time I passed out I was four years old. Walked out on Christmas morning, saw the tree and presents, gasped, and passed out cold. I've passed out when sick. When my kids were injured (after the crisis was over, of course). When I visited hospitals (the antiseptic smells did it). When I put the sewing machine needle through my finger. When I get overheated (heat exhaustion). When I'm dehydrated. I know the symptoms so well that usually I can return to a chair or sit down on the floor. This time that didn't happen.

I felt dizzy. I said, "ooooh." Everything went instantly black. I have no idea what happened next for sure. I assume my body weight went one way and my leg another. I heard my ankle snap and it brought me out of my faint. I cannot say for sure, but I don't think I'd hit the floor yet. I saw the horrid unnatural shape of my foot/ankle/leg. I think I screamed. A short while later, I thought I would try to crawl to the phone, but of course, you can't crawl with a broken foot. I had to drag myself into the bedroom for the phone.

At church that morning, I'd been telling God that I wasn't being very successful with "Coming Away" with Him this year. "Come Away" was the word He gave me for 2010. So as I crawled into the bedroom, I remember thinking that I didn't believe a broken ankle was necessary for me to learn the lesson of "coming away" with Him into a quiet place.

I dialed 911. I was sort of gasping and groaning into the phone, so I don't think there was any doubt that I was in crisis. I gave the gal my name and address and whatever else she asked me. Then I gave her my garage door code so the firemen and EMT could get in. Thankfully, Poppet was still in her crate. She wasn't out to try to play with me when I was down on the floor, and I didn't have to worry she would get outside when the EMTs entered.

It didn't take the troops too long to get a splint on me, to start my morphine, to give Poppet a Greenie (a treat that's good for her breath), and to wheel me out the door with my purse and my iPhone so I would have all of my information with me. They tried to call my daughter who was (I thought) in town, but had to leave a message. On the way to the ambulance, I saw a couple of my neighbors on their lawns watching. One of the ladies came up to the back of the ambulance and asked what she could do. So I told her my garage code and asked her to let Poppet out to potty and make sure she had water and was allowed out again until I could get in touch with family.

In the ER, the doctor told me if it was a sprain they would put me in a boot and send me home. In my head, I'm seeing my foot the way it looked on my way down, and said, "If this is a sprain, I'll eat my hat." When the x-ray came back, one gal said I'd "shattered" my ankle. One young nurse said it was a "gnarly looking break." Yep.

My daughter and son-in-law were there by then, and once they knew I wouldn't be having surgery until the next day, they headed to my house to see to the dog, and off I went to my hospital room, my morphine drip, and a long, long day until they could get me into surgery at 4:30 Monday afternoon. I came out of surgery with one metal plate and nine screws, two of them really long. I fractured three bones. The plate and seven pins are holding together the outside of my foot. The two long pins are holding together the bone on the inside of my ankle. And the broken bone in the back of my foot/ankle is healing with the help of the splint. It's non-weight bearing for weeks to come. At least four, but I'm not sure now what the doctor said about that. Morphine haze.

So there's my story. There were several more God things that happened, things that fell into place in unexpected, almost miraculous ways to make sure I was cared for and things were being handled. I would take time to tell them, but the pain is kicking in and it's time to stop.

Oh, and please note in the top photo (snapped before leaving the hospital for home on Tuesday and edited on my iPhone) that I had polished my toes on Saturday so that they look all nice peeking out of my splint. They'd needed polished for weeks, and it's so nice I got them done before my accident.

~robin

PS It's summer. Remember to hydrate your body!!!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Going to the Dogs

We’ve added to our family!
Christopher and I have talked for awhile about getting a puppy. When Kelly moved out, she took Sammy-girl with her. Colin took Max with him…
Which left poor Tux! ------->
He’s never been without a companion. He cried and moped something awful.


Born:
09-09-09
Age:
9 months
Breed:
Blue Heeler

ROCKY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~DOTTIE
(aka "Galaxy", "Ebony") ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(aka “Sunday”, "Ivory")

Yes, we’ve taken on a nine-month-old brother & sister duo. Who could resist their darling Oreo cookie faces? Obviously, a lot of people have. For four months, they’ve waited at the rescue society for someone to come adopt them. They were waiting for us.

I found a picture of four blue heeler pups online and called the shelter, Helping Paws. The woman told me two were left—but she really wanted them to be adopted together. They didn’t think the girl would survive alone. Of course she’d say that. She’s dedicated to finding homes for all the dogs. Lucy said she was taking animals to PetSmart for adoption day, anyway. Why didn’t we come meet the puppies and see what we thought?


Rocky stole our hearts the minute the shelter worker led him into the store. He’s an energetic little guy that’s dripping with personality, but loud noises or a strict command scares him. The shelter took in him with three littermates along with eleven basset hounds—all from the same owner. At best, he’d been neglected.



Look up “SUCKERS” in the dictionary. There’s an illustration next to the word: A picture of Chris and me. Seriously—could you leave Dottie behind? With those darling polka dots on her ear? And the woman wasn’t exaggerating. The dogs had been abused, and Dottie was the runt. She’d been picked on by the dogs as well as her first owner. She cringed when anyone got close unless Rocky sat next to her. Any movement or sound caused her to flinch. With Rocky beside her, she took a hesitant walk through the store with us. Puppies ought to be fluffy, carefree little creatures; Dottie shivered and kept her tail tucked between her legs. Heart rending. Utterly heart rending. Chris and I knew she needed us. And she definitely needed her brother. So we all came home together.

Since Saturday, we’ve all bonded. Tux adores his baby brother and sister. Rocky loves fuzzy items---stuffed animals, slippers, pillows, and baby blankets. He also has a thing for shoes—especially my Velcro surgical shoe. He’s a bandit and an explorer. Dottie’s making huge progress. The first night, she cowered in the backyard. Sunday, she cowered in a corner of the dining room. That night, she slept inside, half under our bed. Over the week, she decided on four spots in the house that are “safe.” Today, Dottie independently made a timid investigation of the house. As for us being suckers? She licks us now. Yeah, the furry little beasts have come home. We accepted them as they were and hope to love them enough to heal their hurts. and give them happy lives.
God accepts us, and He’d made us joint-heirs with Jesus, adopting us into His family. He calls us His own, and His love heals us. As if that isn't already enough, He promises us eternal life!
But for here and now, we're announcing: It's a boy! It's a girl! You can see how we named Dottie. There are already 3 stories about how Rocky got his name. So how did you name your pet?

Cathy