Wednesday, December 4, 2013

For W. H. and C. J. With Love


I loved your warmth
And your protection,
Your singing over me
While I grew within you.

I was yours,
You were mine.
Then, everything changed . . .

I am born.

I am imperfect.

At least, for life on earth, 
Though not for God in Heaven.

And, I return to Him
Who heals, who dries your tears.

Mama

Daddy

I'll always treasure
The warmth of your love.

I will love you forever.

Monday, November 18, 2013

His Abiding Grace



There are days when I am able, 
There are days when I cannot
Answer or pray.  But , God  knows.
Knows.  His, the answer sought.

He holds me with the holy promise
That He will , in time and place,
Bring all to good, all to fruition,
Through His all abiding grace.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

In Your Light


In Your light, Lord, I can shine.
In Your love, I can show
To hurting souls, the love they need,
That they, might You, come to know.


Friday, November 1, 2013

To This Point . . .


I know God has led me to this point, the one of giving Meditations of My Heart a rest, and choosing to focus upon fiction writing.  But, I would be less than honest if I said this is an easy turn to take.  It's taken long years to build up a following.  I feel as though I'm in withdrawal.  Oh, how I long to connect with you all through what has become my comfort zone, my devotional blogging, my portal through which my thoughts and feelings so satisfyingly meld with yours!

God bids otherwise.

I don't recall if I've shared this with you before, dear readers, but when I first finished my novel, now a three-part series, I thought, "Good!  I'm finally done!"  But, I couldn't let go of the story that wouldn't let go of me.  Within a week, I found myself immersed once again with the Hunter/Murray/Fairchild clans and The Old Ones, typing away blissfully until returning, reluctantly, to the rigors of teaching which bade me leave it rest for the moment.

That moment turned into three long years.  I was discouraged.  How could I push on with a sequel without knowing that the initial novel would be published?  I simply didn't have the heart to pursue it at the time.  

Now, that their publication is, indeed, a reality, I am, gladly and gratefully, at the point where I can begin again.  Editing that early writing; honing and viewing it with a critical and circumspect eye.  Praying, once again, for God's advice, through His Holy Spirit, to guide me in all of it.

All. Of. It.

I've already added to chapters, rewritten, edited, and will have to add to formerly written chapters again.  In doing so, I realize I need not to simply trust in an installment, I need to write the entire story before daring to break it into sections as I did in The Glade Series.  That was a completed book and my gift was the luxury of editing in this fashion.

Not now . . .

It's all, or nothing.  God lets me know that time can be my friend.  Assures me that my feet are set upon His right path, in this time, in this place, and in this moment.

Our Lord does not make mistakes.

We do.

I pray I'm listening to Him and following His will and His ways in this latest venture.  After all, I love it when He chooses to sit by my side as we create together.  No words can express that thankfulness!

But, I know He will give me the words I need for our journey together.

He will . . .

~

Are you listening to God?  Trusting in Him to speak to you?  Asking Him to validate the vision which is your life?




Saturday, October 26, 2013

Answers

 

Lord, I don't understand.
I just don't.
Will you tell me?
Give me answers?
Here and now, I want them.
Here and now, I know I'm still yours, 
answers, or not.
I pray:
Let me be yours
Always and forever.
Yet, Lord, I don't understand.
I just don't.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Between a Rock and a Hard Place


It is now or never.
What should be forever,
Is it here and now?
Too few sigh a, "Wow!"
Let's get going, showing,
Belief stones stacked, compiled,
Witness, not defiled.
Upon  a makeshift table.
God says:  I am able.
Sent His only Son.
Our choice, His will be done
My choice, His will be done.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Friday Moment - September 13


What's Number One?  The weekend, of course!

Hoping everyone has a wonderful one!

(Yes, a bit blurred, but it's hard to capture Virginia when she's dancing.)

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Snippet Sunday - September 8


Before I present today's snippet, here is an overview of The Glade Series:

Spending the summer at Grandpa Will's farm with his family is the last thing ten-year-old Davy Murray wants.  How will he survive without his friends, the pool, and his computer?  There isn't even a television at Grandpa's house!  Doesn't anyone see how miserable he will be?

In his frustration, Davy turns his anger on his mother, Kate, his sister, Anna, and especially his stepfather, Jim.  Davy is determined to make their summer as dismal and disappointing as he believes his will be.

But, then, Davy has a most surprising and unexpected encounter . . . one which will change his heart, and his world, forever . . . 

This snippet is taken from A Trip, A Tryst, and a Terror, Book One of The Glade Series which you can order here.

As fatigued as they were, the three never slowed nor faltered until the welcome sight of the Fairchild's pickup truck parked comfortingly by their cabin was in view.  It was then, as if in one accord, they broke into a run.  Maggie barked enthusiastically at the sudden increase in pace as if she was worried that she couldn't keep up with them.  Her herald beckoned Bob Fairchild to his front door before they even reached the steps.

"Kate!  Kids!  What's wrong?  Where's Jim?"  Bob cried out in alarm as he hurried to meet them.

Just then, two gun shots rang out, disproportionately magnified as the echoed against the surrounding mountain sides.  Uttering a cry of anguish, Kate collapsed to the ground.
~
I hope you enjoyed this excerpt.  As I take Sundays off from the internet, I will respond to any comments first thing Monday morning.  Blessings, everyone!

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Sunday Snippet - August 25


Today's Snippet comes from Book 2 of The Glade Series, Children in the Garden.  To make the passage more meaningful, know that Grey, True Squirrel of the Old Ones, is visible and audible only to ten-year-old Davy.  That is until . . . 
Hope you enjoy!


It was then that Grey did a most incredible, unimaginable thing.  He leapt off the rail and raced down the aisle of the church for the front doors.  As he flew by Davy, he smiled and said, "Watch!"

Within seconds, pandemonium ruled.  Women screamed and men hollered as a seemingly crazed, larger-than-life squirrel dashed headlong down the center aisle aiming right for the pastor.  Without a break in momentum, he leaped for the pastor's chest and knocked him soundly onto his hind parts.  Not an alarming inch away from the man's nose, Grey whispered, "Love and grace, my brother, love and grace."

Pastor Williams emitted a pitiful moan and passed out.  Before anyone could apprehend him, Grey dashed through the door he had entered with the choir and vanished, it seemed to all, into thin air. 

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Saturday, August 10, 2013

Snippet from The Glade Series



This snippet is from Book 1 in The Glade Series which is featured here.  All three books are available through my website.  Make sure your volume is turned up to hear some soothing Celtic tunes.  Happy reading to you!

Davy's birthday was July 1st, a whole month away.  Memories of previous years' celebrations flashed instantaneously before his eyes:  pool parties (hosted by Uncle Frank and Aunt Jane, of course); movies; putt-putt golf, sleepovers where no one actually went to sleep but competed in video games until dawn.  These all had one component in common:  friends!  This birthday, there would be no friends.  The thought of spending his eleventh birthday in the company of a whiny sister, a mom who didn't care how he felt, and a step-father who rated one rung lower than pond scum was too much for Davy to bear.

"It won't be fun for me!"  he shouted at Jim.  "Nothing about this summer will be any fun for me!  Do you hear me?  NOTHING!"

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Until next Sunday, may your life abound with blessings!


Tuesday, July 23, 2013

I Matter



I Matter

Days
Come and go.
We wake and wave,
Greet the morning
With hope.

In days long gone, 
I recall
Waking before my family.
Hearing the milk man
At our door,
Delivering our cereal's salvation.  

I lift the blinds of my room
To meet his craggy, friendly, open face.
He returns my youthful wave 
With his own.  Exuberant!
Confirming.

I Matter . . .

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

All to Know








All to Know


The skies a-thunder,
Hear heaven roar!
As lightening comes
And, rain implores
The earth to bow
Before the blow;
For winds of change
Want all to know.

~Martha Orlando

Friday, June 28, 2013

Friday, June 21, 2013

Friday Moment(s) - June 21, 2013


"I love my mama's birthday candles!"


"And, I loved helping her blow them out!"

Photos by Danny Orlando

Have a happy and blessed weekend, my friends!

Friday, June 14, 2013

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

What Do You See?




What do I see in this moment?
This minute, this second, divine?
A revelation unfolding.
God's gift which I call mine.


Friday, May 31, 2013

Saturday, May 25, 2013

My Daddy


TO MY DADDY

I am in the same room
The same time
The same place . . .
You are here, Daddy,
And, you are not.
Lost, drifting . . . 
Where are you?
Daddy!  I need you!
Why do I think?
You!
Why do I believe?
You!
Do you hear me?
Understand?  Do you?

Do I hear and understand?
Or, is it my longing
To have my Daddy back 
That makes my faith
Go beyond its means,
And, take us back,
Together,
To what once was . . . 

Friday, May 24, 2013

Friday, May 10, 2013

Friday Moment - May 10


Greetings from Stargazer Cabin!  This photo was taken on our first stay there.  We enjoyed the second visit just this past week.  More photos to come!

Have a happy weekend, everyone!

Sunday, May 5, 2013

When I Pray . . .



When I pray
It does not matter where,
Nor how, nor when,
It matters that I'm there
To pray
In all times
In all places.
I pray
When life is good,
When life is gone,
I pray
When faith is strong,
When faith is weak,
I pray.
It does not matter where,
Nor how, nor when . . .
For, in the Lord,
I can begin again.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Friday Moment - May 3, 2013



Grey wishes you a happy and blessed weekend!

Oh, and for once, this photo is not courtesy of Danny.  It's mine! :)

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Burned Out



Burned out
Burned up
God of mercy
Fill my cup
Lord of all
Hear my prayer
For this heart
Not always there
For your love
For your peace
Give me joy
In your release
For your love 
Let me yearn
not out nor up . . . 

Let me burn!

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Do You Remember?



DADDY

You loved me from
The moment I was born.
You gave me hope when
Life seemed all forlorn.

You loved me when
I made a mess of things,
And, brought me back;
Allowed my heart to sing.

Of my hand, 
You never did let go.
You held it close,
Yet, gave me room to grow.

Daddy, now, 
I watch you fail in age,
In health.
Time to turn the final page?

Daddy, Abba, stay!
Never go away!

Friday, March 29, 2013

Friday Moment, March 29



Photo by Danny Orlando

May this Easter weekend reveal the glory of His majesty in all things!

Friday, March 22, 2013

Friday Moment - March 22




Photo by Danny Orlando

"I have not been handicapped by my condition. I am physically challenged and differently able." - Janet Barnes

Have a super weekend!

Monday, March 4, 2013

Six-Word Memoir


Heartfelt thanks to Melissa Tandoc for her wonderful 6-Word Memoir, and for passing the torch to me.  Here is my memoir ~



I CAME.

I SAW.

I WROTE.



I now pass the torch to the lovely and talented Susan Deborah!

Friday, March 1, 2013

March 1, 2013


Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far. ~Teddy Roosevelt

Photo by Danny Orlando

Monday, February 25, 2013

Sacred Space(s)



SACRED SPACE(S)

I find it in the now.
I find it in the how.
I find it in the mercy of the moment saying, "Wow!"
I find it in the "Cease!"
I find it in release.
I find it in the only One who always grants me peace.
I find it in the trees,
I find it in the breeze, 
The whispered breath of life
Which soothes my every strife.
I find it in the why
When laugh, I do, or cry.
I find it in the love
Which calls me from above.

Sacred spaces
Found in all my places!

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Be Careful!



Be Careful!

Where you walk
When you talk
What you seek
How you speak
Knowing one
Needing none
Because, He is
And, He is there.

Be careful!

Where you go
What you know
What you choose
What you lose
Knowing one
Needing none
Because, He is
And, He is there.

Be careful!

Hearts are broken
By words spoken
Never healed 
Unless, you yield
To knowing one
Needing none
Because He is
And, He is there.

Be careful!

For child within
Who longs to trim
The vagrant whim
Without Him.
Unless you yield
To knowing one
Needing none
But He.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Friday, February 15, 2013

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Why Cry?



Why cry?  You should be laughing!
These tears are not your style.
Why mourn?  You should be singing!
You face adorned by smile.

Why cry?  My heart is heavy.
I'm far away from home.
My soul seeks quiet solace
And, I feel so all alone.

Why cry?  The sun is rising!
The darkness is no more.
A brand new day to promise
Something better than before!

Why cry?  My heart is aching.
Tears are all I know.
If there's a silver lining,
My clouds won't let it show.


Dry your eyes!  Tears kept!
Let it flow . . . Jesus wept.

Friday, January 25, 2013