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A Sweet Aroma

We could smell the beautiful fragrance of lavender as soon as we stepped from the car. It drifted on the breeze and grew in strength as we walked from the parking lot toward the rows and rows of pastel-colored plants on the Lavender-Life farm in Caledonia, Michigan. We were told that the plants were past their peak, and that we’d missed the harvest festival by one week. I couldn’t imagine it smelling any more beautiful than it did.

I don’t know about you, but I often don’t notice smells unless they are unusually beautiful—like this farm—or potently horrible—like the pig farm we passed on the way here. Sitting on our back porch at home, we often smell the lovely aroma of evening campfires from the nearby state campground. Or the delicious smell of barbeque when our neighbors fire up their grill. Lately, though, we have noticed the faint stench of something dead in the vicinity of our back deck. We’ve searched and searched for a dead animal, but haven’t found it. The smell of death is always unwelcome, while the fragrance of roses or pine needles or lavender is invigorating.

Have you noticed that a smell can trigger memories? The scent of cigars always reminds me of my grandfather, who loved to smoke them. The smell of a new book brings memories of working in our village library where my mother was the librarian. Newly mown grass reminds me of long, lazy, summer days—even though I had to take a turn at mowing the grass when I was a kid.

Our sense of smell is amazing. I wasn’t one of the unfortunate people who lost their ability to smell when I had Covid, but I sympathize with them. Without smell, food loses its taste. At the lavender farm’s snack bar, we can sample lavender-infused lemonade, lavender scones, and lavender cheesecake. The gift shop offers multiple products, such as lotions, bath oils, and a lavender-scented candle to bring home. I love that one candle can fill our home with perfume—and maybe overpower the scent of death near our back porch. With the gorgeous fragrance of lavender all around us, it’s easy to understand why aromatherapy soothes and calms us when we’re stressed.

Fragrance is also an important part of worship in the Old Testament. After the flood in Genesis, Noah offered a sacrifice to God and “The Lord smelled the pleasing aroma and said in His heart; ‘Never again will I . . . destroy all living creatures” (Genesis 8:21). The pleasing aroma of the sacrifices became a regular part of Israel’s worship in the Tabernacle and later the Temple. Added to it was the specially-formulated incense that was burned daily in the Holy Place, and represented the prayers of the people ascending to heaven.

The same imagery is used of Christ in the New Testament where it says “Christ loved us and gave Himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God” (Eph 5:2). When the Philippian church took up a collection to share with those in need, Paul called their gift “a fragrant offering, an acceptable sacrifice, pleasing to God” (Phil 4:18). As members of Christ’s body, this is the picture of us that is shown in 2 Corinthians: “But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of Him.” Just as the fragrant lavender plants fill the air with their aroma simply by growing and flourishing and flowering, we also can spread the knowledge of Christ like a beautiful fragrance wherever we go. “For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved” (2:14-16). My words and actions can poison the air with the scent of death, or perfume it with Christ’s love. I hope the things I say and do spread a fragrance that’s as potent and soothing as a lavender farm.

Pause and inhale a deep breath . . . what do you smell? What memories or images does it bring to mind? Do you know someone whose presence in your life is like sweet perfume?

onJuly 19, 2024July 19, 2024inFaith, Life

Course Correction

Ken and I traveled halfway across the country on vacation recently, using our car’s GPS navigation system to keep us on course. Along the way, if we made a wrong turn or took an unexpected detour, or got off at a different exit, the system got us back on track so we could reach our destination. Our old GPS used to say “recalculating” (in a rather annoyed voice) whenever we made a mistake, so we knew right away that we had goofed. But this new system is more patient and doesn’t comment on our errors as it quietly guides us back to the right road.

While driving those long hours, Ken and I reminisced about our long journey together for these (nearly) 54 years. We both admitted to making some dumb decisions over the years, whether in haste, or fear, or perhaps a lack of trust in God. We wished we had chosen differently, or had waited, or had asked for advice and help. Yet in hindsight, we saw that God, like our GPS, faithfully got us back on track, even when it meant navigating some scary, bumpy roads.

My most glaring wrong turn came after I hastily signed a one-year teaching contract. I had finished writing my first novel and had found a publisher who was interested in it. But after I’d waited nearly a year for a contract, the publishing company decided to reject my book. I knew it could take another year, at least, to get that far with another publisher, so I put the manuscript in a drawer and signed a teaching contract. I didn’t pray about it or ask anyone’s advice. To be honest, I was angry with God for the long wait and discouraging result, so I gave up trying to become a writer. I started walking in the wrong direction because I hadn’t yet realized that God had called me to be a writer. It was His chosen destination for me, and He was determined to get me back on track.

Three times during that year of teaching I ended up in the doctor’s office—with three different illnesses that got progressively more painful. Each time, the doctor told me my symptoms were the result of stress. Several different factors in that school system made that teaching job one of the most stressful experiences I’ve ever had. But I finally got the hint. It was time for a course correction.

I thought of Jonah, who traveled in the opposite direction from God’s calling and ended up in the belly of a whale.

Even from there, God could “recalculate” Jonah’s journey and get him back on track after Jonah repented. I didn’t want to end up inside a whale, so I started writing again while I waited for my teaching contract to end. I began to see success when several of my magazine articles were published. You know how the story ends—with 30 published books, 2 novellas, and 2 non-fiction books. All by the grace and leading of God.

Ken and I thought of a few more examples of God’s course corrections that have occurred throughout our married life. Those detours and the lessons we learned from them are much easier to see in hindsight. But our journey could have been much smoother if we hadn’t taken a wrong turn in the first place. In one of my favorite promises from the Psalms, God offers this guidance: “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you” (Psalm 32:8). I just need to remember to ask, and then set my navigation system to His destination.

onJune 22, 2024June 22, 2024inBooks, Faith, Life

Coffee or Tea? Which Will it Be?

As newly-weds, my husband and I lived in Bogota, Colombia for two years, a country renowned for its great coffee. I hadn’t acquired a taste for coffee yet, but oh, it smelled SO good! At one of my husband’s orchestral concerts, they served tiny cups of coffee at intermission, and I decided to try one. Did I mention how GOOD it smelled? The coffee was what the Colombians called tinto, and what I’ve since learned is a gigantic wallop of caffeine in a miniature cup. I don’t think I slept for a week!

Years later, we moved to Canada, where my husband performed with another orchestra. My Canadian friends introduced me to tea—not the kind that comes in little bags with dangling strings, but real, looseleaf tea, brewed in a pot. I’ve been swimming against the tide of coffee drinkers ever since.

To me, the main difference between tea and coffee is a matter of speed. We use coffee to wake up and get us going in the morning, brewing it quickly in pod machines and transporting it in large, insulated to-go cups as we race to work or drive the kids to school. We speed to the drive-through at the coffee shop and speed away. We invite friends to “grab a quick cup of coffee” with us.

Tea is entirely different. A true tea drinker seldom goes to the drive-through for a morning cup because to make tea properly takes time. First, the teapot must be warmed, then the water is boiled before being poured over the leaves. It’s left to steep for a few minutes, covered with a tea-cozy to keep it warm. Then you sit and sip from a porcelain teacup and have a leisurely talk with friends. No one invites a friend for a “quick cup of tea.”

The point of coffee is to get you going, usually at a rapid pace so you can multi-task. The point of tea is to slow you down, to relax. It’s something you linger over with good friends and maybe a tiered serving dish with tiny sandwiches and scones. We’ve all heard of tea-sandwiches but I’ve never heard of coffee sandwiches. Coffee is a fast-food, tea is a slow one. It transports us to the past, to a slower, less-demanding pace of life. And yet . . .

My newest book, “All My Secrets,” which debuted this month, takes place during the Gilded Age in the Stanhope family’s 75-room mansion. Nineteen-year-old Adelaide Stanhope lives with rules and expectations for women in her social class that are very restrictive. For example, these are some of the rules of etiquette for an afternoon tea party (borrowed from “The Essential Handbook of Victorian Entertaining” by Autumn Stephens):

Ladies retain their hats throughout the tea, and likewise their gloves. But tea gowns may be worn without a corset.
Request no more than one or two spoonsful of sugar with your tea. Although you may customarily take more, it is ill-bred to do so at someone else’s table.
It is not proper to drink with a spoon in the cup, or to quite drain the cup.
Don’t allow the spoon to clink noisily against the cup as you stir your tea.
Do not extend your small finger upward; this bespeaks of arrogance, not refinement.
Do not peek over the cup at others while you are sipping. Keep your eyes lowered.
Do not overindulge. Black tea, when taken to excess, so acts on the nervous system as to produce sleeplessness and insomnia, and finally makes a complete wreck of its victim.

This is just a small sampling of the rules, but you get the picture. There are even more rules for social calls, luncheons, and dinner parties.

I’m glad we have more freedom than our Victorian ancestors did. Yet as I was writing this novel, I found many parallels to our lives in the Twenty-first Century. Young women like Adelaide—and even older women like me—face a lot of important decisions when it comes to living our best lives. What do we value the most? Love? Money? Family? Work? Faith? What compromises are we willing to make? And how does following Christ fit into it all? These are much more important decisions than whether to have coffee or tea!

The three women in “All My Secrets” are searching for guidance, just like we are. The best approach, I believe, is to let our lives be guided by scripture, not by etiquette books or popular opinion. As the Psalmist wrote, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom; all who follow His precepts have good understanding” (Psalm 111:10). The Bible is the best handbook, the only handbook, we will ever need.

onFebruary 29, 2024February 29, 2024inBooks, Interesting, Life

The Very Best Christmas Gifts

Do you remember the sweet wonder of Christmas when you were a child? The tree with all its trimmings, Grandma’s cookies, the familiar carols—and Christmas presents! I remember waking up on Christmas morning, so excited to see all the gifts beneath the tree.

Years later, I would run around town shopping for the special toys that my own children wanted for Christmas. A Cabbage Patch doll for my daughter. Lego sets for my sons.

Why spend so much effort? Because we love the special people in our lives and long to experience the joy of watching them open their gifts.

We have a Heavenly Father who loves us even more than we love our children—I know, that seems impossible! He also delights in giving us gifts. The Bible says “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights…” So, here are some very special gifts for you:

To: God’s beloved children

From: Your heavenly Father.”

JESUS

We celebrate Christmas every year remembering that “God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten son.” What wondrous love is this, that moved God to give His Son as a helpless baby so we could become children of God?

When we see the infant Jesus in the manger, we also see the cross. Jesus came to die for our sins, so we could be reunited with our Heavenly Father. “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast.” The gift of Christ is freely offered to each of us. All we need to do is accept it.

THE HOLY SPIRIT

Jesus told His disciples: “Do not leave Jerusalem but wait for the gift my Father promised…” His followers received the gift of the Holy Spirit on Pentecost and received the power to transform the world. We can do the same. Peter preached, “Repent and be baptized…and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.”

The Holy Spirit guides us when we need wisdom; comforts us when we grieve; opens scripture to us so we can understand God’s word; empowers us to live like Jesus; and enables us to be fruitful for His kingdom.

And there is also a gift within this gift. The Holy Spirit gives spiritual gifts to each of us “to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” Sadly, some people never open or develop their gifts. The Apostle Paul told Timothy “Do not neglect your gift, which was given to you…” “fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you…” All we need to do is freely accept the gift of The Holy Spirit.

These generous gifts would be more than enough, but God gives us even more.

LIFE

He gives us “the gracious gift of LIFE!” Hear these words of the psalmist as if they were spoken directly to you: “For God created your inmost being; He knit you together in your mother’s womb. . . When you were woven together in the depths of the earth, God’s eyes saw your unformed body. All the days ordained for you were written in God’s book before one of them came to be.”

Life is a gift that comes with so much joy! Yet sorrow and loss are also a part of life in a fallen world. Jesus promised, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you,” and He hasn’t! We’ve sensed His presence in difficult times. We’ve experienced His care through members of His Body as they’ve used spiritual gifts such as compassion and wisdom.

For those of us who know Christ, whether we look back at our life, or forward to the future, we have the assurance that our life has meaning and purpose. We were created for a reason. We are part of God’s redemption plan that began in Genesis when He promised a Savior, and will continue until the end of the age when “The kingdoms of this world become the kingdom of our God and of His Christ. And he shall reign forever and ever.”

Even though we can’t see how our struggles fit into His plan, we can trust His love and goodness, and “Know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.”

So, here we are, in this place and time in history, blessed with life from the Father. A wonderful life. A purposeful life.

And there is still more!

ETERNAL LIFE

Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die.” We need only to accept His gracious gift of eternal life.

It’s a Christmas Tradition to not only receive gifts, but to give them in return. Yet what gift can we possibly give our Heavenly Father? The hymn writer Isaac Watts summed up my feelings the best when he wrote this:

“Were whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small.

Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all!”

May we offer these gifts to God who has freely given us so much!

onDecember 7, 2023December 7, 2023inFaith, Life

Offering Hope

I’m often asked why I write novels. The short answer is, “because I want to offer readers hope.” I’ve always loved to read, but the theme of so many books seems to be, “Life is hard and then you die.” I agree that life is hard—but God is good. And I want to share my faith in a good and loving God in my stories. I place the characters in my books in difficult situations to show how trusting God brings meaning and hope to even our worst heartaches.

My biblical novel “Gods and Kings,” tells the story of King Hezekiah, a good and godly king who cleaned up his father’s idolatry, purified God’s temple, and turned his nation back to God. “In everything he did…Hezekiah sought his God and worked wholeheartedly. And so he prospered.” This is how we want our lives to go, isn’t it? When we follow God we should be happy and blessed. Bad things shouldn’t happen to good people.

But then the Bible says: “After all that Hezekiah had so faithfully done…then the king of Assyria came and invaded” his nation. The Assyrians were the most powerful army the world had ever seen. Hezekiah’s tiny army was hopelessly outnumbered.

And that’s where we find ourselves so many times. After all we have faithfully done, trying to follow God, trying to do what’s right . . . then disaster. It’s natural to ask God ‘why?’

Two years ago, our son married a lovely Christian woman and adopted her son as his own. They were faithfully following God . . . then our son fell at work when his ladder collapsed. He broke his pelvis, and shattered his shoulder. He was still recovering from two surgeries when he learned that he no longer had a job.

We typically react in one of three ways when we’re suffering. First, we can become angry and give up on God since He seems to have given up on us. But when we turn away from God, we often end up depressed and in despair. This is what happens to one of the characters in my novel “Long Way Home.” As an Army medic in World War Two, he had witnessed so much suffering that he lost his faith and tried to end his own life. When we turn away from God, we have no one else to turn to.

A second reaction to suffering is to try to rely on our own strength and plans. This is what King Hezekiah’s father, King Ahaz did. When an enemy threatened his nation, Ahaz sacrificed his own sons to the fire-god Molech, and made a bad situation much worse.

Waiting is hard. God doesn’t operate on our timetables. Our struggles may take years to resolve, but scripture says, “They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall soar on wings like eagles. They shall run and not grow weary. They shall walk and not grow faint.” Waiting and trusting God makes us stronger and deepens our faith.

The third way we can react to suffering is to give the situation to God. We can say, “Here are all the broken pieces of my life. I can’t fix it. But You can.” We may have to keep trusting Him even if we don’t see any evidence that He’s answering our prayers. But “In every situation, God is working behind the scenes in a thousand ways that we may never see or know about.”

After everything that King Hezekiah had so faithfully done, 185,000 enemy soldiers surrounded Jerusalem and demanded his surrender. Their commander shouted to Hezekiah and all the people on the city walls. “The gods of all the other nations didn’t help them, and your God won’t help you, either! Surrender before you all starve to death!”

Hezekiah went up to God’s temple and laid the enemy’s threats before God. He fell on his knees and prayed, “O Lord, You alone are God over all the kingdoms of the earth. Hear, O Lord, how the enemy has mocked you. Deliver us from his hand, so that all the kingdoms on earth may know that you alone are God.”

Did Hezekiah surrender? Was his nation invaded and defeated? I’m leaving you without an answer because this is where so many of us are right now. We’re in a situation without a resolution—yet. Our son is still healing from his injuries. He still doesn’t have a job. He’s learning to wait, to trust, and to draw closer to God.

We might have to wait a lifetime to see how God has worked everything together for our good and for His glory. But I write novels like “Gods and Kings” to offer you hope as you wait and trust. In a novel, the whole story unrolls in a few hundred pages and we see how God has been working behind the scenes. It’s my prayer that through my stories, you can get a glimpse of how God might also be working in your life. You can trust Him as you wait and pray and believe. Life is hard—but God is good.

onAugust 16, 2023September 18, 2023inFaith, Life

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Which Way?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if our lives had warning signs like the one in this photograph, letting us know when we’re heading toward danger?

I spotted this sign while hiking in Israel, and believe me, the abyss was enormous and without guardrails to keep unwary hikers from falling over the edge. I’ve been thinking about that hike a lot as I stand at an important crossroads in my life. I wish I knew which path was the right one, what dangers and challenges lay along each trail, so I could make the best choice. What if one path takes me in the wrong direction or comes to a dead end? Or an abyss?
In seeking guidance, I recall my hike in Israel. This is a photograph, taken from our hotel, of the terrain we hiked through in the Wilderness of Zin.

The Israelites traveled through this same wilderness on their way to the Promised Land—and isn’t that where we all want to end up, in the place where God wants us to be? But first we sometimes have to trek through dry, difficult places.

Only a fool would head out into this trackless waste without a guide. And without water! The path was barely distinguishable from the surrounding landscape, at times, and it would have been very easy to wander off and become lost.

The hike was challenging, the sun merciless overhead, but our guide promised us beauty—and some lessons along the way. And here is our first surprise—an oasis where we least expected it.

I noticed as we followed our guide that everyone stayed within sight of him. No one lagged behind or wandered away. He had our complete trust. And eventually we reached this beautiful valley, hidden in the middle of the vast wilderness. We also reached a dead end. The narrow path we had been following suddenly ended at this high, rocky cliff.

By now, we had been hiking for several hours and the prospect of retracing our steps beneath the blazing, afternoon sun had us pretty discouraged. Maybe we had gone the wrong way and our guide didn’t want to tell us.

He let us rest and quench our thirst. And while we did, he talked about trusting God to lead us through our wilderness times the way we had been trusting him in this wilderness. He explained how we need a full supply of water—God’s Word—stored up in our hearts during the good times so it can carry us through the bad ones.

Yes, we had reached a dead end, he said. And so often when we reach dead ends in life we panic and scramble to save ourselves, looking for a way out instead of quietly waiting and trusting God. These were good lessons to remember. But what were we going to do now at this dead end?

When we were rested, our guide led us closer to the face of the cliff. And guess what—he knew the way out all along. Straight up the side of the cliff!

It wasn’t an easy path by any means. In fact, it was terrifying in places.
Don’t let my happy smile fool you—I was shaking in my shoes!

But after an invigorating climb, we all arrived safely on top—and there was our air-conditioned tour bus, waiting to take us back to our hotel.

Today as I stand at my crossroads, I’m trusting God to help me choose the right path. If I let Him be my guide, if I follow where He leads and stay close to His side, even when the terrain is difficult, I might find an oasis or two to refresh me along the way.

I’ve been delving into His Word as I prepare for my journey, making sure I won’t run dry. And while I can expect His path to be challenging, I know there will be no dead ends. I will arrive safely at last—exactly where God wants me to be.

“He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.” (Psalm 40:2)

****If you enjoyed this Blog, you may be interested in my upcoming nonfiction work, “Pilgrimage, My Journey to a Deeper Faith in the Land Where Jesus Walked” Available this November! To order please Click Here! ***

onSeptember 2, 2013June 18, 2016inFaith, Life

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“Clubbing” With My Friends

No, not night clubs—BOOK clubs. The very best kind.

What better way to spend a few hours than to gather with a group of friends who love to read, and talk about books? I belong to a book club that meets at my church, but as an author I often get invited to area book clubs when they read and discuss my novels. If I have time and it isn’t too far, I love to go.

I’ve been to neighborhood clubs, clubs that meet in churches, in libraries, in schools, and in seniors’ centers. Big clubs and small clubs and everything in between. In July, I returned to my home town in New York State for a family reunion and visited with the book club that met in the library where my mother used to work. We discussed my book, Candle in the Darkness.

Last Monday evening I “met” with a book club in Wisconsin via telephone as they got together. I wish I could have been there in person but it was an enjoyable evening for me, just the same.

Last Wednesday, I drove to the library in Yorkville, Illinois to meet with “The Lunch Bunch” and members of two other book clubs that meet regularly at the library—along with some of their friends and neighbors who love to read. What a wonderful group of ladies!

I like to ask each club which books they’ve read this year—which ones they loved and which ones they didn’t. And why. Then I go home and read some of their favorites. I’m keeping track of my own picks on Good Reads. And my publisher, Bethany House, has a wonderful program for book clubs called An Open Book. Stop by their website and sign up for free and you’ll get to hear about some great, new books.

Writing is a solitary job, sitting alone all day with no one to talk to but my fictional friends. When I finally type “the end” and send the manuscript away, I often wish I could visit all the places that the finished book goes, and watch my readers’ reactions when they finish reading. Sometimes I feel like a chef in a bakery, creating and decorating beautiful cakes that will be enjoyed at weddings and birthday parties—but never getting to join in the celebrations.

Unless I’m invited to a book club. Ah, then we all get to taste the cake—I mean, book—together. I know that not all of my readers feel the same way about each of my books, just as some cake enthusiasts like chocolate and others don’t; some like buttercream frosting, others whipped cream. But that seldom matters to me. It’s celebrating together that makes it fun. “The Sister Circle” book club of North Providence, RI, made this delicious-looking cake to celebrate their tenth anniversary–and their novel for that evening was All Things New.

Which reminds me… that’s another thing I love about getting together with area book clubs–the food! I never go away hungry. This is the lunch that the Yorkville book clubs shared with me. I couldn’t resist going back for seconds.

One creative club I visited tried to match the evening’s snacks to the book they were discussing that night. This group also kept a scrapbook with pictures of all their meetings along with items to remind them of each book—a ration card for a story about WWII, for example.

Later, when I return to my solitary writing life (a few pounds heavier), I often think of the wonderful people I’ve met with and laughed with at book clubs. And it makes it a little easier to sit alone and write, knowing that there are some very delightful ladies out there who love to read and are waiting to see what I write next. I think about their comments—what they like about a good book and what makes them want to toss a book across the room. And I remember some of the stories they’ve told me about their own lives, which give me ideas to use for my novels. (Warning: don’t ever tell me a story unless you don’t mind it showing up in a book!)

The Sister Circle Book Club

So enjoy your next book club meeting and think of me. And I promise I’ll keep writing if you’ll keep reading.

If you belong to a book club, what was your group’s favorite book this year?

onAugust 19, 2013June 18, 2016inEvents, Life

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A Giveaway Giveaway!!

Thank you all for submitting your entries in the Giveaway-Giveaway, it’s been such a blessing to hear all your stories and to witness your generous spirits.

WEEK ONE’S WINNER IS: CINDY from the Bronx as submitted by Ashley Reyes! Congrats! Your book is in the mail!

WEEK TWO’S WINNER IS: Tracy Schaan as submitted by Melanie Horsman!

WEEK THREE’S WINNER IS: Tina Riley as submitted by Peggy Trotter!

I still have TWO MORE BOOKS to give away, so keep your entries coming!

As the Bible says, “It’s more blessed to give than to receive” (Acts 20:35). So, in order to launch my newly renovated website, I’d like to give YOU the opportunity to give away a copy of my most recent book, “All Things New.” I would love to send “All Things New” to the person or place that you, my readers, think would enjoy a copy. You can choose a person, a church, a school, a library, or any other organization.

Here’s how it works:

I will be giving away one SIGNED copy of “All Things New” every week for the next three weeks. All you have to do is visit my new website and go to the “Contact” page. Enter your name and email address in the message and tell me the name and address of the person or organization you’ve chosen. That’s all. And see? Isn’t it more blessed to give than to receive?

***Please enter only one person or organization. And please, only one entry a week per person. Thanks!***

onJune 11, 2013June 18, 2016inGiveaways

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