Valued

Close to where we live there is a pile of discarded furniture stacked up on the side of a building; chairs, sofas, desks, dressers, bed frames—all things which were at one time valued by their owners but have since been discarded.

It’s sad to see once-treasured possessions put aside. Perhaps shoved aside to make room for new treasured items—which will last no longer than the ones they replaced.

Everything in this life; everything on this earth gets old, wears out, loses values. How sad that some people spend their entire lives gathering treasures which wear out, get old, or are discarded.

Thankfully, God never loses His love for us no matter how old, how ill, or how crippled we become. He loves us so much that He sent His Son Jesus to die on the cross so we can have eternal life. We can also have eternal treasures.

Jesus, our Lord and Savior said, “Do not lay up for yourselves treasure on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break through and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”Matthew 6:19-21.

God created eternal value. We can accept it or reject it.

Never Poor

I’ve lived under a bridge in the back of a pickup truck and washed myself and my clothes in the river, but I’ve never been poor.

I’ve lived in an open-sided garden shed with no indoor toilet or plumbing, sleeping on wooden planks on top of concrete blocks with a lawn chair mattress on top, but I’ve never been poor.

I’ve lived in my pickup truck, using cold water from a garden hose to wash my hair and public bathrooms for washing my face, under my arms, and my private parts, but I’ve never been poor.

To me, “poor” is a label written in a foreign language. How can one be poor when they are free? How can one be poor when flowers splash the path with beauty and stars fill the nighttime sky with wonder? How can one be poor with clothes on the back—even though not designer labels—and food in tummy—even though not preferred?

I love Irving Berlin’s musical “Annie Get your Gun.” Like the lyrics in one of the songs, no matter how “poor” I’ve ever been, I’ve always had a healthy balance on the credit side: “Got no mansion, got no yacht, still I’m happy with what I’ve got; I’ve got the sun in the morning and the moon at night. Sunshine gives me a lovely day; moonlight gives me the Milky Way.”

And even if I were to live in a concrete drainage pipe instead of a bridge—a place where the sun didn’t shine during the day and moonlight didn’t gladden at night—my future is living in Heaven with Jesus. Heaven is a place with no sin, no sorrow, no illness, no pain, no death, no parting. And once one has the gift of eternity living inside them—no one and nothing can steal it or take it away.

“The blessing of the LORD makes one rich, and He adds no sorrow with it.” Proverbs 10:22

I’m not poor. I’m blessed.

Dream Possible

One of my favorite songs is “The Impossible Dream,” written by Joe Darion and composed by Mitch Leigh. It is the most popular song from the musical “Man of la Mancha.

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go.

To right the unrightable wrong
To be better far than you are
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest, to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far…

I love Man of La Mancha. I love “crazy” knight Don Quixote who tilts at windmills and lives to the extreme rather than allowing his dreams and visions to be tamed by society and turned into cookie-cutter realities.

I’ve spent my entire life and writing career encouraging others to reach for their dreams. I will probably spend the rest of my life giving the same advice. Yet, a comment from a neighbor recently made me realize that perhaps our dreams should in some way be possible. For example, I dreamed of being in my drama department’s musical productions at college and becoming a famous singer. I can’t carry a tune.

This neighbor said, “My husband and I dreamed of buying a two-story house and retiring here. We did, but now our knees have gone and our dream has become a nightmare. We can’t get up and down the stairs—and that’s where our bedroom is.”

With God, all things are possible. All things are possible with God. But wisdom may be contained in knowing how to dream the possible and trust God for the impossible.

Freedom Behind Fences

I got a good chuckle when Savannah rushed at hooded crows with all the exuberance of puppyhood. The crows ignored her. They were behind a fence.

Some people fear becoming Christians because they think it will mean losing their freedom. Yet the crows behind the stadium fence are free to visit together, fly, hop, gather food, drink from clear rain puddles, find homes in trees—and participate in other crowly activities. They are also free from attack. Free from fear.

The Bible instructs Christ Followers not to do anything that will destroy their bodies. Not smoking is not a loss of freedom, it frees the non-smoker from a host of smoking-related health issues.

Not drinking alcohol breaks the chains of addiction, violence, spouse abuse, child abuse, drunk driving, car wrecks, and arrests.

Not coveting frees a person from depression and removes the temptation to steal. Not stealing frees a person from the rigors of life behind bars.

Not committing adultery frees a person from contacting sexual diseases, or courting the ire of a wronged spouse.

Not committing idolatry and loving God with all heart, soul, mind, and body frees Christ Followers to live in love, peace, joy, and assurance of everlasting life after this one.

Worldly fences restrict. God’s fences free.

Mysterious Ways

One of our friends frequently declares, “God works in mysterious ways.” He does.

It is a mystery of God that husband Alan McKean and I met. He lived in Scotland. I lived in Texas. If the staff writer who was scheduled to interview him had arrived at work that day—I would not have gone to interview him and we would not have met.

It is a mystery of God that I ever left Texas. Partially due to a bad decision, my house and property was stolen out from under me. I stood beside my packed truck with tears running down my face and prayed, “Lord, if you don’t want me to leave Texas, now would be a good time for one of Your miracles.” The miracle turned out not to be that I stayed in Texas, but rather that after I left—Alan and I re-connected and got married. I moved to Scotland, and since that move I’ve written 24 books, 10 of which are set in Scotland.

As in the Garth Brooks’ song, “Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.”

My life is filled with God’s mysteries and miracles. All things really do work together for good to those who love the Lord, just as God promises in His word. Some of the worst days in my life have turned out to be the best.

Jesus told His followers in Mark 4: “To you, it has been given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God.”

I’ll never live long enough to understand the mysteries of God, but I know they pen the chapters of my life.

Sheltered

      Until someone has lived in Scotland for a long time they cannot understand Scottish weather. Even after someone has lived in Scotland for a long time they cannot understand Scottish weather.

It was reasonably warm and breezy with a clear sky when I took Savannah on our once-a-day mile-long walk. By the time we rounded the stadium and headed back up the hill toward our house—the sky opened. Rain didn’t fall—it bucketed. So when we reached the one and only clump of trees along that side of the path, we sheltered under them.

Looking up into the leafy green canopy overhead, I felt a lovely sense of peace and joy. It was warm. I was protected. The pounding rain didn’t touch me. I was sheltered.

No wonder birds live in trees. No wonder they sing. No wonder they are joyous and carefree. The same Lord God who created the trees as a habitat for birds protects and feeds them. They shelter in His great goodness.

We can too.

“The LORD will be a shelter for His people.” Joel 3:16.

Baggage Claim Ticket

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When I was walking Savannah, a woman said, “What a beautiful dog. If you ever want to get rid of her, I’ll take her.”

Would she want to redeem the baggage claim ticket; expensive veterinarian-approved food for irritable bowel disease; the clean up after her vomiting and diarrhea episodes; the $65 a box enzymes to sprinkle on her food every time she eats, the vet bills. Savannah is a beautiful blue mere rough collie—but she comes with baggage.

Recently someone viewed my Amazon Author’s Page and scrolled through the 29 books listed there and said, “I wish I had that many books on my author’s page.” But would she want to redeem the baggage claim ticket; 55 years of time, money and energy spent sending manuscripts out only to have them rejected; 43 years of working two and three jobs to support writing; neither owning nor watching a TV; money spent on a cover illustrator, editor, and special promos, hours spent every single day doing what most writers hate—marketing.

Success, however small, comes with baggage.

Husbands throw away years of marriage and family and children to follow a new face; wives throw away years of marriage and family and children for their dream guy, people move great distances in their searches for a better life.

The new face—sometimes with expensive, demanding tastes—must be fed, clothed, and lavished with attention; the dream guy snores at night and can be selfish, demanding and lazy, the perfect life is acquired through years of hard work, struggle, and delayed gratification.

Life comes with baggage.

When I was married to Luke’s dad, I used to paint billboards and signs with him. He loved the money we made, but deplored my messy hair and the paint on my clothes and under my fingernails. He fell in love with Jackie who didn’t work at all, wore expensive name brand clothes, lavished money on her hair and makeup—and was psychotic about spiders. If she saw a wiggle in a corner of a room and thought it was a spider—she would tear out of the room and nearly take the door off the hinges.

One day Larry and I were painting a sign some twenty feet off the ground. We had very little equipment—and none that would reach the sign which hung out over the street in a perpendicular angle to the building. So…I sat on one end of a plank to hold it down while Larry inched across the other end painting the sign. As he scooted along the board with the paintbrush, Larry extolled the beauty and excellence of Jackie and asked why I couldn’t be more like her.

Abruptly, a huge spider plopped down on my end of the board from the tree overhead. Only God knows how tempted I was to be more like Jackie.

There are no free rides in life. Everything comes with a cost.

Small wonder the Bible warns: “Do not covet.” Small wonder 1Timothy 6:6 instructs us: “Godliness with contentment is great gain.”

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Mistaken

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For the past two years I’ve seen a lovely child in our neighborhood, and each time I’ve seen her I’ve thought that she would make a stunning character for a book with her striking cobalt blue eyes framed by a sleek curtain of dark smoke-brown hair. Except…her eyes are not blue.

Had I written her in a book, her eyes would have been blue. Had I described her to the police for some reason, her eyes would have been blue. Had I painted a portrait of her from memory, her eyes would have been blue. But they are not blue.

I was shocked recently when I met her and realized that her eyes are an astonishingly deep, dark brown that I’ve never seen in eye color before—almost like dark chocolate, except deep and shining. I actually asked her mother if her eyes had changed color. They hadn’t. It was me. I had been mistaken.

At one time, I did not believe in God. I was every bit as certain that God did not exist as I was that the little girl in our neighborhood had blue eyes. I was mistaken.

God’s name is shouted throughout creation from the seed that grows into a vibrant flower to the stars in the universe. We can plant flowers. We can study flowers. We can engineer new colors and graft fruit trees—but only God can make a seed.

We can build telescopes. We can study stars and planets and name them. But only God can create them.

We can train doctors, and nurses, and scientists, and treat patients for disease or injuries—but only God walking on earth ever defeated death by rising from the dead.

I used to not believe in God. I was mistaken.

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What We Know Now

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Yesterday when I was walking Savannah, a six-year-old girl ran up to me—pretending to be brave and attempting to hide her fear. She had been playing with two older girls who abruptly ran away and left her alone in a strange neighborhood. She couldn’t find her friends and she couldn’t find her home. Savannah and I walked with the child until she got home.

The scary thing is what could have happened. She could have been kidnapped. She could have been attacked by a dog. She could have been injured in a fall, or from getting hit by a car, or a bike. Her friends never thought of possible dangers when they ran away and left her—they were enjoying a laugh, totally oblivious to the distress of their young friend. Thankfully, God protected the child.

The Bible says that wisdom comes from God. It does. It also comes from experience. What we know now protects us from a certain amount of danger.

When I was a kid, I used to squash pokeberries and paint purple spots on my white horse for the school carnival. I rode the horse to the carnival and charged a quarter for rides on “A Horse of a Different Color.” The money went to the school.

At one carnival, an older boy who had his own horse and considered himself an expert rider asked to hold Ali while I ran into the bathroom. I warned him that Ali did not like strangers, especially boys. Norton promised not to ride Ali while I was gone.

I got back to my booth. It was empty. No Norton. No Ali. Norton had decided that no girl was going to tell him not to ride her horse. Ali took off and galloped the mile home across a busy two-lane highway and down a red dirt road. When the horse stopped sharply at my house, Norton flew off Ali and landed in the yard in front of my grandmother—which Norton later said was the scariest part of the ride. Grandmother was convinced that Norton had stolen the horse.

Norton could have been killed. Ali could have been killed. Drivers on that busy highway could have been killed. God protected them. God even protected Norton from one very angry grandmother!

Some fifteen years ago, I built a garden center out of concrete blocks and hired someone to put the roof on it while I was at work. I knew how to build with rocks, concrete blocks, and cement—but I didn’t know how to build a roof. Neither did he.

Because he didn’t know how to drill into concrete and attach the wooden support beams to the concrete floor, he used Gorilla Glue. It lasted one year. It lasted two years. On the third year, an updraft wind from a good old Texas thunderstorm snatched the roof up off the building and slammed it down again. Fortunately, no one was inside and no one got hurt. God’s protection.

Putting a roof on a building with Gorilla Glue makes a funny story—but the outcome could have been disastrous. What I know now.

What I know now should keep me from making harsh judgments (it doesn’t always) when I see people doing foolish things or hear them making brainless comments. Building wisdom through experience takes time.

Still, the best advice of all is from the Bible. “If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him.” James 1:5.

God gives wisdom without reproach. I shout.

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Bad Attitude Cure

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Sometimes I’m ashamed of myself for my bad attitude. Last week was one of those times. Instead of thanking God for everything—as the Bible directs—instead of expressing an attitude of gratitude…I became grumpy, ungrateful, and complaining.

“Summer” has fled our part of Scotland. It’s cold. It’s rainy. It’s grey. I love summer, I hate cold, and I’m tired of rain. I’m in a great deal of pain from the knee that was supposed to be replaced a week before the lockdown began and is still on hold. I’ve been walking so funny for so long that the knee is worse and now my hip and knee on the opposite side have joined the screaming match. But the real bummer—no internet for more than a week.

Once upon a time, writers and authors survived with no internet. They thrived. But this is no longer once upon a time, and I didn’t thrive—I barely survived.

With all my whining and complaining, I am ashamed of myself when I realize how God continues to daily load me with all His benefits. Although on crutches, I can still walk. Some can’t. I can see. Some can’t. I can hear. Some can’t. I can eat. Unfortunately. God provides for all my needs. He’s given me a great family, including the furry member. He’s given me every book I’ve ever written.

“Body from the Sky Murder” is funny. It’s surprising. It even surprised me.

Funny, lighthearted, and intense as sixty-something Rik Patience—who has no patience is pressed into solving the mystery of why a body fell out of an ultra light plane and crashed onto her friend’s awning.

When she discovers that the accident victim was the father of the man who helped her solve her last mystery, she is even more resolute in her quest for truth. Comedy tags along behind tragedy as she visits a hot air balloon business to plan her wedding to her fiancé—and returns home engaged to someone else.

That could only happen to Rik who keeps wild animals as roommates and who never wants anyone to get hurt—which means taking the blows herself. This time, some of the injuries she sustains through her kindness could be fatal.

Hope you will read it. Hope you will enjoy it. It was fun to write. But more importantly, remember Psalm 100: “Serve the LORD with gladness; come before His presence with singing. Know that the LORD, He is God; it is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; we are His people and the sheep of His pasture. Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise. Be thankful to Him, and bless His name. For the LORD is good; His mercy is everlasting, and His truth endures to all generations.”

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