Wednesday, January 07, 2015
When I first started writing I had no idea how time consuming it would be, how many incredibly long hours…years…a decade and a half, that it would take to become an author with a nice tidy little line of published books.
1999 seems so long ago when the emotional breakdown that I was experiencing at the time became the catalyst to start me writing in the first place. It was just after I'd reunited with my birthdaughter, the child I'd relinquished to adoption 20 years prior. God brought peace and healing to my heart and life, and as the years past so too did a ministry as a writer and speaker grow.
For the last two years I’ve blogged a bit on the weariness that comes to writers and speakers. Ask anyone of us and we’ll say how tired we are, how much work there is to do, and how the to-do-list never seems to whittle down. There have been many times I’ve tried to stop. Last summer the need—or what I considered the need—to market my books became overwhelming.
I simply had to stop writing. Permanently. I couldn't do it anymore.
And I told the Lord so.
My precious God gave me the rest I needed, several months of not even looking at my computer. I loved it. And how surprised I was to willingly give up my drive to write. For years I’d wondered if my desire to write Christian novels was just a tiny bit self-driven, and not entirely the Lord’s plan for my life. How often have I wondered if I had been fooling myself.
Yep, I thought, God wants me to focus on Him, be the wife, mother, and grandmother that I am supposed to be.
Then, just as I thought I’d figured it all out, another contract to write my non-fiction story was offered—the story of relinquishing my first child to adoption and our painful reunion 20 years later.
Then another contract was offered me for a fictional novel I’d written several years ago. Then six more speaking engagements were offered to me. All without me asking. The writing/speaking ministry was growing organically. I was no longer striving for these things, and there it was, the thing I’d been fretting for so hard for, for years.
I felt the Lord’s smile. I wasn’t off the writing hook yet. Maybe I just needed a refresher course in the fact that I CANNOT DO IT ON MY OWN.
“Stop striving, child.” I thought I heard God say. “You cannot do this work on your own, but you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you.”
So this past Christmas, I focused on my family and enjoyed what Christmas means. I look forward to 2015 with the renewed attitude that I will be that warm wife and mother and not the busy writer glued to the laptop. God will take care of the details. This is especially real to me as I look at the family photo of this past Christmas which includes myself, my husband, our three children and my birth-daughter whom the Lord has lovingly entwined in our lives and us in hers.
If God can do that, He can take care of a writing and speaking ministry.
Christine Lindsay is the author of the multi-award-winning series Twilight of the British Raj. Book 1 Shadowed in Silk, Book 2Captured by Moonlight, and recently released Veiled at Midnight. Also by Christine is the romantic novella Londonderry Dreaming,and soon to be released Sofi's Bridge.
Drop by Christine's website www.ChristineLindsay.com to learn more about her books and speaking ministry.
Thursday, December 04, 2014
I love to decorate at Christmas. It just epitomizes my joy over the season as we celebrate the birth of our Savior. So I thought for the next week or so I'd just share some of the decorating things I'm doing for fun.
I bought a new runner this year. When I saw this lacy linen cloth at Winners I simply had to have it. It's delicate holly reminded my mother and I so much of our Irish heritage. So putting this down on my front foyer table created a snowy feel.
I added my white Christmas lights in a swirl around on top, set my little Christmas village around and added the floral display directly under the mirror. Using only whites, silver, red poinsettias and holly, it blended very prettily with the runner and I think gave that outdoors Christmasy feel.
Some closeups of the little village.
And here is the overall view when you open the front door. I hope it's welcoming.
Posted by Christine Lindsay at 11:05 AM
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
My writing friend Marion Ueckermann sent me the video clip of a movie just coming out. When I watched it . . . my jaw dropped. Not only for the suffering of the Indian women but for the fact that it addresses the very issues that I have been writing about in my series Twilight of the British Raj.
Here's the clip for the documentary Veil of Tears. Click on this link to watch the video. http://veiloftearsmovie.com/
Here's the clip for the documentary Veil of Tears. Click on this link to watch the video. http://veiloftearsmovie.com/
Thank you for watching and for caring.
Monday, October 20, 2014
My first trip to Ireland, in October 2010, began with some trepidation. I knew my father was ill, but when I left I believed he had more time. And yet, right before I boarded my overseas flight, I felt something wasn’t right. I talked to him on the phone. He told me he was glad I was going. Before we hung up he told me he loved me and to tell my husband he loved him too. I knew he did, but that wasn’t something that was said, not to other men.
As I sat on the plane I distinctly heard God’s voice. That hasn’t happened many times in my life, but I have perceived it during times of great stress. This is what I heard God say: What are you afraid of? That he’ll die while you are gone? Is that so bad?
I felt humbled by that and reassured. I knew Jesus would be welcoming my father, and that my father’s pain would be healed. But I still did not think it would come that soon. I think we all try not to believe the end is near for our loved ones.
A few days before I was to come home I learned my father was truly on his deathbed. I could not get an earlier return flight. I felt helpless and sad. Our trip to Ireland that year had been blessed with abundant sunshine. The rainbows that everyone spoke of were absent, replaced by vivid blue skies for most of the trip. And then on October 17 while touring the northern coast of Ireland we saw rainbows and snapped several pictures. I later learned that the very hour I was taking photographs my father passed into heaven. God’s promises never fail. I believe He wanted me to know that.
About Cindy Thompson:Cindy Thomson is a writer and an avid genealogy enthusiast. Her love of history and her Scots-Irish heritage have inspired much of her writing, including her new Ellis Island series. Cindy is also the author of Brigid of Ireland and Celtic Wisdom: Treasures from Ireland. She combined her love of history and baseball to co-author the biography Three Finger: The Mordecai Brown Story, which was a finalist for the Society for American Baseball Research's Larry Ritter Book Award. In addition to books, Cindy has written on a regular basis for numerous online and print publications and is a mentor for the Jerry B. Jenkins Christian Writers Guild. She is also a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and the Historical Novel Society. Cindy and her husband have three grown sons and live in central Ohio. Visit her online at www.cindyswriting.com.
The year is 1901, the literary sensation The Wonderful Wizard of Oz is taking New York City by storm, and everyone wonders where the next great book will come from. But to Annie Gallagher, stories are more than entertainment—they’re a sweet reminder of her storyteller father. After his death, Annie fled Ireland for the land of dreams, finding work at Hawkins House.
But when a fellow boarder with something to hide is accused of misconduct and authorities threaten to shut down the boardinghouse, Annie fears she may lose her new friends, her housekeeping job . . . and her means of funding her dream: a memorial library to honor her father. Furthermore, the friendly postman shows a little too much interest in Annie—and in her father’s unpublished stories. In fact, he suspects these tales may hold a grand secret.
Though the postman’s intentions seem pure, Annie wants to share her father’s stories on her own terms. Determined to prove herself, Annie must forge her own path to aid her friend and create the future she’s always envisioned . . . where dreams really do come true.
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Monday, October 13, 2014
Summer is just behind us, which meant family reunions, long road trips, and... vehicles crammed with enough junk and electronics to keep a short-tempered family occupied for … five minutes.
Then, just when we reached our end and it feels like every brain cell had been stretched to oblivion, we arrive home late, glance around at the mess all around us and realize we have to unpack the junk. Which is what most of it is. Cheap, overpriced trinkets your kids had to have, empty soda cans dropped on the floor, half eaten granola bars littered everywhere.
For you to clean. It’d be easier to rent one of those high power vacuums; suck up every last tidbit and crumb. If you had even an ounce of energy left.
So you put it off, lugging out the essentials and leaving the rest to rot. Which is what bring you back to the van with your gas mask, gloves and vacuum cleaner.
The term “pay now or pay later” arose for a reason and it applies to much more than moldy beef jerky shoved between seat cushions.
Pause for a moment and take a deep breath. Smell that? That’s your innards, friend. Unresolved wounds festering, begging to be dealt with. Before the spores of bitterness invade all that’s good and pure and lovely.
How long has it been since you’ve surrendered your heart to God for some deep cleaning?
There’s a song I love, though I haven’t heard it in some time. It’s called “Suitcases”, and you can listen to it here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4cFZcSivZI
Through the lyrics, Dara Maclean tells us to drop the baggage holding us down so we can run toward the victorious life God plans for us. I love the idea of shucking off the gunk of our past, but I don’t think it’s as easy as dropping our luggage on the roadside. Often, to truly grab hold of our freedom in Christ, we need to start with a bit of unpacking.
We need to sift through our typical responses until we get at the feelings buried underneath. Or more accurately, we need to allow God to expose those heart-shielding barriers that get in His way. Otherwise, we’ll continually dredge through life with a gin-and-bear-it approach, lingering on the edge of transformation without ever experiencing the full metamorphosis.
This road to transformation begins with an honest, heart-felt prayer, modeled for us in Psalm 139:23-24:
“Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.”
Our actions, reactions, and perceptions are often the result of our past experiences. Sometimes this is obvious. You burn your hand on a hot stove. This motivates you to cook with care the next time. But other times, figuring out the why takes a bit more searching. Hence David’s prayer.
The Hebrew word translated as heart in verse 23 is lebab which means: the mind, heart, will, inner man. This is the deep chamber of our being—where we attempt to hide our fears, wounds, and scars .
Sometimes even from ourselves.
Only God sees it all, but it doesn’t drive Him away. Instead, it draws Him to us. His greatest desire is that we let Him in, cooperating with Him as He searches our hearts and minds with the care of a trained surgeon slicing out cancerous tumors.
This journey of unpacking, of allowing Christ to bring us to wholeness, won’t be easy or painless, but it is necessary. If we want to experience true and lasting peace.
The choice is ours, and it begins and is sustained by surrender.
Jennifer Slattery writes missional romance novels for New Hope Publishers, Christian Living articles for Crosswalk.com, and devotions for her personal blog, JenniferSlatteryLivesOutLoud and the Internet Café Devotions. Her debut novel, a romance about a security-seeking bride who longs for purpose must face her deepest fears—including the wounds of her past—to find it, is currently available for pre-order at a discounted rate. You can visit Jennifer online at http://jenniferslatterylivsoutloud.com or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/JenSlatte
Beyond I Do:
Will seeing beyond the present unite Ainsley and her fiancé’ or tear them apart.
Marriage. It’s more than happily ever after. Eternally more.
Ainsley Meadows, raised by a hedonist mother, who cycles through jobs and relationships like wrapping paper on Christmas morning, falls into a predictable and safe relationship with Richard, a self-absorbed socialite psychiatrist.
But as her wedding nears, a battered woman and her child spark a long-forgotten dream and ignites a hidden passion. One that threatens to change everything, including her fiancé. To embrace God’s best and find true love, this security-seeking bride must follow God with reckless abandon and realize that marriage goes Beyond I Do.
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
Perfectly Unanswered Prayers
Show of hands, please. Is there anyone who’s not familiar with Garth Brooks’ song “Unanswered Prayers”? All right. Since I see a few hands, we’ll have a brief refresher course. In the song, when Garth attends a football game with his wife, he sees his high school sweetheart, the one he prayed would love him. There’s only one problem: she’s not the way he remembered. And with that realization comes his understanding that one of God’s gifts was not answering that particular prayer.
I have a slightly different view of the story. I think God did answer Garth’s prayer. He simply gave Garth what he needed, not what he wanted. As authors we’re taught that a satisfying resolution to a story is giving the heroine what she needs, not what she thinks she wants. How did we learn that? From the Author of all things.
Okay, you’re probably saying, that’s fine in stories, but does it happen in real life? I’m here to tell you that it does and that it happened to me. When I was a junior in high school, I was a candidate for a year-long foreign exchange program. No one from my school had ever been chosen for that program, but I was convinced that I would be the first. Like Garth in his song, I wanted this desperately. Part of me longed for the distinction of being the first to accomplish something, but mostly I clung to the idea of living abroad as a way of escaping a less-than-perfect home life. I prayed and prayed and prayed that I’d be selected.
You know what happened, don’t you? I wasn’t chosen. To say that I was heartbroken is a major understatement. I was devastated as only a teenager can be, convinced that nothing would ever be right again. But then, on a day when I was feeling particularly low, I stayed after school to help one of the Latin teachers with a project. She and I were cutting up pieces of fabric to make tents for a model of a Roman camp when one of the seniors came into the room.
He and I started talking. One thing led to another, and the next thing I knew, he was walking me home, then inviting me on a date. He became not just my high school sweetheart but the man I married, the man I’m still married to decades later.
God had answered my prayers in a way I could never have imagined. He didn’t give me the year abroad that I wanted.
Instead he gave me what I needed: a man to love and a man who would love me. It was the perfect answer to what had seemed like an unanswered prayer.
Her life is set to warp speed. His is slowing to a crawl. But love has its own timing.
Marketing maven Kate Sherwood’s world is fast-paced, challenging, and always changing. The last thing she wants to do is grind to a halt at Rainbow’s End, a dilapidated resort in the Texas Hill Country. Still, she cannot deny her ailing grandmother’s request to visit the place where she and her deceased husband spent one glorious week fifty years ago. There, Kate meets Greg, who appears to be the resort’s unassuming handyman. But there’s more to Greg than meets the eye—billions more, in fact.
Kate isn’t looking for romance, but she can’t deny the sparks of attraction that fly every time she and Greg are together. Could there be a future there? Or will Kate’s long-sought promotion take her back to the big city?
Amanda Cabot invites you to step into a place away from the pressures of the day. You might be surprised by what you find at Rainbow’s End.
ABOUT AMANDA CABOT
Amanda Cabot is the bestselling author of more than thirty novels including the Texas Dreams trilogy, the Westward Winds series, and Christmas Roses. A former director of Information Technology, she has written everything from technical books and articles for IT professionals to mysteries for teenagers and romances for all ages. Amanda is delighted to now be a fulltime writer of Christian romances, living happily ever after with her husband in Wyoming.
Monday, July 07, 2014
Have you ever noticed how God is in the details? Just look at a beautiful flower like a hibiscus, and imagine God forming each minute detail with His finger. Or what about a butterfly’s wing, with its lovely colors and symmetrical spots? Even a simple leaf illustrates in its veins and lines how detail-oriented God is.
I recently saw God moving in our lives in a special way. A few weeks ago, my husband and I went with our son to a college town an hour and a half from ours to help him find an apartment to live in this next year while he’s attending grad school. We had the names of several complexes that people had recommended, but each of those was already full with a waiting list. The more the day progressed, the more disappointed we became.
We stopped for a late lunch and prayed that God would lead us to a place for Sean. That afternoon, we found an apartment that was newly remodeled, with all new furniture. The complex had a pool and gym and security systems on each apartment, and even a shuttle he could ride to the campus—and the cost was less than anything we’d looked at all day.
Sean really liked it and signed a lease agreement. We drove home happy and relieved, and Sean was able to see God answered our prayers very quickly. I love it when God shows our children how He’s at work in their lives.
You are so much more important to God than a leaf or a flower. Have you seen His hand at work your life? Sometimes He’s working but we don’t even realize it. I want to encourage you to trust God with the difficult things you’re going through. He loves you so much and cares about each small detail of your life.
A common theme in my writing is that God dreams bigger dreams for us than we can dream for ourselves. So step back from the craziness in your life and pray. Get quiet and seek Him. Ask God to help, and don’t be afraid to pray very specific prayers. God cares, and you can trust Him with the smallest details of your life all the way to the massive issues. Lean on Him and find peace.
Butterfly/flower photo credit: Benson Kua from Toronto, Canada
ABOUT VICKIE McDONOUGH:
Bestselling author, Vickie McDonough, grew up wanting to marry a rancher, but instead, she married a computer geek who’s scared of horses. She now lives out her dreams in her fictional stories about ranchers, cowboys, lawmen and others living in the West during the 1800s. Vickie is the award-winning author of over 30 published books and novellas. Her books include the fun and feisty Texas Boardinghouse Brides series, and End of the Trail, from the Texas Trails series, which was the OWFI 2013 Best Fiction Novel winner. Whispers on the Prairie, Pioneer Promises book 1 was a Romantic Times Recommended Inspirational Book for July, 2013. Buckskin Bride, from the Pioneer Christmas Collection is a finalist in the 2014 Inspirational Readers’ Choice Awards.
SONG OF THE PRAIRIE by Vickie McDonough
Janie Dunn’s dream of being an opera singer suddenly fades when, at her dying cousin’s request, she flees Boston with her cousin’s newborn son to protect him from his abusive father. She moves to Kansas to live with her brother, but life takes another dire change when he is suddenly killed. Is a marriage of convenience the answer to her problems? Is Kansas far enough away from Boston that they are safe from the baby’s vengeful father?
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