Coming full circle

When I started this blog which finally became my author web page I was conflicted. I truly wondered if I would ever see the day that my works would been seen in print, bound by a beautiful cover. I wondered if someone could read my words and say, yeah I want to be a part of this manuscript and see this thing through.

Week after week went by. Those weeks turned into months, the months into a couple of years. I had all but given up hope that someone would see potential in my writing and be willing to walk me through the long publishing process.

But it happened, and now here we are nine days, yes NINE days, away from the release of my first novel The Water Cave. It’s almost too much for my mind to comprehend. Coming full circle in this whole process has taught me a lot but mostly I have learned that God is good and he had a plan all along even if I had given up and lost hope, He hadn’t.

 

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Update….

Three weeks from today The Water Cave will be released. I am so humbled by this entire experience and I believe the best is yet to come. There will be book blogs tours, Facebook parties, giveaways, and book signings but what I look most forward to is getting to know each and every one of you a little bit better. My hopes are we will become closer and you can help me grow as an artist. Prior to the book release I plan to have a cover release via Facebook (assuming I have it before then). I appreciate your love and support up until this point and I will be just as grateful in the future.

Love Always,

 

 

Rachel

People are people

I mean we know that right? People are people, we disappoint those we love, we become disappointed by loved ones. We quickly become angry with people who believe differently than we do. If your religious beliefs don’t align with what someone else believes then instantly there is a divide. We get angry with others because of their political parties, how they spend their personal time, and because they are not who we want them to be.

It is incredibly sad there is such a divide in our society. I wish I could say I was not guilty of being just like those I described, but I am. I’m judgmental, hurtful, have strong religious beliefs, and at times can be down right difficult to deal with. (Those who know me are nodding their heads right now.)

Aren’t many of us difficult to deal with, strong in what we believe, hurtful at times? Why then, I wonder, are our beliefs more important than anyone else (if we ourselves are no different than those we become frustrated with)? Our world is in distress we must make a change.

I want to live in a world where we can love everyone no matter their past, no matter their behavior, no matter what. Maybe the key lies within us, maybe it can can start with me and you. What if we show love to those who spew hate? Love those who have absolutely no idea how hurtful they can be. And maybe just maybe a chain reaction of love will occur, of understanding, and hopefully peace. Wouldn’t that be nice?

I am Moses

I am Moses, not the strong leader parting the Red Sea Moses. I am the Moses that cries to God, ‘I can’t do what you ask of me’. I am not a good speaker God, surely I cannot lead these people to the promises lands, not me God.

Now I am not downplaying how awesome Moses was and in the end how incredibly inspiring his story is, after all God loved him so much he buried Moses Himself! That is pretty cool.  But I want to share with you how God can take a normal human being like you or me (or Moses) and allow us to do something great.

Six-ish years ago panic attacks overcame my life. The attacks became debilitating, they affected my job, my family, my entire life. There were points in my life I prayed for God to take me home if there was no end to the attacks. Some days I would get in my car to go to the grocery store just to turn back  a mile down the road and go home, my entire body shaking (I swear even my internal organs trembled).

So when God called upon me to teach and eventually to write I was a bit like Moses. Not me God choose someone else, please I am not good enough. Do you see me God? This girl curled up in the fetal position afraid to move from my bed? At holidays hidden away praying no one noticed I was gone long enough to steady my heart and talk myself off the edge of the cliff of anxiety? You created me surely you know that I am not the one for the job…

But (like Moses) God saw more in me than that petrified girl. See He has this great big, huge plan already laid out and all we have to do is follow His direction when He calls. For so many years I lived for myself, not God. It was about me, what I could do, what I could buy, what I wanted. Most of the time God was merely an afterthought in my world. Once I was done being self-destructive and broken beyond human repair He called to me. He picked up the broken pieces that were me and rebuilt me into who He planned for me to be. Do I still struggle? Yes. Do I still have leaps and bounds to grow? I do. Do I still have those moments of doubt and fear? Absolutely, I am human.

I want to leave you with this, our God is greater than our doubts, than these physical manifestations of fear. He is greater than our worries, our anxieties, or whatever pains us. He is never done molding us into who He wants us to be but we have to be willing to give those things that pull us down up to Him so he can take them from us. Do yourself a favor friends and let the things of this world go and let God take control, that is when you will be the Moses who walked with God and not the one who doubted His will for your life.

Stumbling blocks…

Stumbling blocks have littered my road to writing and publishing for quite some time. Seriously if I were to get in a vehicle and drive through my stumbling block laden road I would need a military grade tank to push through.

Stumbling blocks can leave one exhausted if we are not careful and do not take time to prepare for them. I am the first to admit I live in lalaland most of the time. My world is rosy and bright until it isn’t, until that big fat boulder of a stumbling block gets in my way. In the last two to three years, since I seriously started writing, there have been many obstacles that stood in my way.

Here’s the thing, for every single stumbling block the enemy put in my way God was there to blast it to smithereens. I mean I prayed and called out to God and he was there. As a matter of fact I believe he never left my side, like never. So having a day like today where I got a little down about my writing, realizing in the writing world, (for now anyways) I am a no one. And because I am a no one in the writing world I allowed the enemy to whisper those words that I have fought so hard to keep away.

‘You can’t do this,’ and ‘You are not made for this,’ or even better, ‘You are not good enough.’

I allowed myself to believe those things for a short while today and I realized something. The enemy is crafty, he puts those stumbling blocks in our way for a reason, to make us forget that our Lord is already there. It was something I forgot today until God gently reminded me he made me for more than those hate filled words, down right lies, that the enemy spews. Then he reminded me I had a job to do and that was to remind each of you the same thing. So the next time you feel down remember you are beautifully and wonderfully made and there is nothing the enemy can do to take that from you.

God Bless until next time.

Many different reasons….

I felt the need to elaborate on the last statement I made on my previous post. ‘I write so those who do not know his mercy and grace may find Him among my words and receive the hope and peace only our King can deliver.’

A few years ago my daughter came home from youth camp and said to me. ‘Mom, did you know there are at least 4,000 people in Kentucky that have not heard the name Jesus Christ.’ That statement floored me. We live in the bible belt of the US of A and there are people who do not know who Jesus is. Now that makes me sad for several reasons but here it is, adults you have the right to decide who and what you believe in. Children, teens, and young adults have that same right but if they are not exposed to the love of Christ they really have not been afforded the opportunity to truly explore what they could believe in.

It really hurt my heart to think there were kids and young adults that had not heard of the Lord. It is something that  just stayed with me. So when I began to write I thought, ‘I want to write to those who have never heard the word of the Lord.’ Not in a preachy way but just in a way that let them know God is more than an option, He is salvation, He is love.

God Bless until next time….

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