Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Wild Phenomena: Comfort in Crazy Normal

Photo by Mary Vee

In the moments it took my computer to power up and get to this page a sunrise splashed across the sky. 

First hues of pastel pinks kissed the clouds. The color brightened to a neon fuchsia. Patches of dark blue sky showing through blended to a soft baby blue. At this moment oceans of pink waves ripple the blanket above and are turning salmon. The whole sky is ablaze.

Another beautiful sunrise from our Father.

And because of a return to a normal schedule, I witnessed this event.

Vacation season has ended. My friends and I are home from the big writing conference in Nashville. Last night, we in the north left our air conditioners off to enjoy a sixty degree sleep.

Daughter's alarm "didn't go off". Ah yah. I'm wondering if she remembered to set it for this first day of the semester.  And the cat walked in the way of our feet.

All is normal. The routine has returned.

Even with a crazy daily schedule there is comfort. Everyone knows where they are going. What they are doing. Who will be where. When to do what. 

We don't have any more minutes in our day, in fact, we seem to have less. Yet all seems at it should.

Guess what? This isn't really normal.  This is the normal we are accustomed to calling normal. 

Wedged inside a book called time is the span of humanity. When Christ returns and  all the end times events come to a close we will be introduced to our forever normal.

In that normal we will not feel pain. We will have a home especially prepared for us. We will be with God. I can't begin to imagine what that will be like. The thoughts far exceed any of my attempts to understand.

What I do know is the comfort I feel in this normal crazy routine will sorely pale against the amazing normal we will have in heaven. I can't wait!

Sadly, not everyone will be there with me. 

God really does love the world. He sent His son to teach and to make the way for us to go to heaven. God says the only way to heaven is believing and accepting that His son, Jesus, took the punishment for all our sins. I hope you have. I sure want you to be able to enjoy what is to come. If you have questions, feel free to message me: maryveewriter@gmail.com.

This post has been brought to you by the one word: CrazyNormal 

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

There Is Power In A Well-Timed Break

There are few as obsessed as the fisherman and the golfer. Even the Pokeman Go player knows when to come in out of the rain.

Clouds formed in the west heading toward the lake at the edge of our property. The coming rain was a no brainer. 

I looked up from my work screen and saw these two fishermen. The rain had started to fall. Definitely time for a break and a bit of entertainment. Would they fish in the rain or not? How bad did the rain have to get before they'd take a break?

The temperatures hovered in the 70's, which meant the rains would feel chilly, especially when sitting in a metal boat on a lake.

The fishermen cast their lines. The sky grew darker and the rain fell.  The fishermen reeled in their lines. The rain deluged.

The men bent over a bit, hiding from the rain. Must fish. Must ignore rain!

There are times when God asks us to do a job. Sometimes He really wants our participation, sometimes He only wants us to show Him we are willing to carry out the task. I think of Noah. God wanted Noah to do the job. Experts say it took Noah up to 75 years to make the ark. Abraham, on the other hand, was asked to show his willingness to take Isaac up the mountain. 

God also wants us to use good thinking. 

When the trials get strong, we should get out of the water and wait for Him to handle the situation. 

When the deluge hit full force, these fishermen grabbed their gear and paddled to shore. I was beginning to wonder if they'd come in from the rain. Especially when the thunder started. They waited in their vehicle during the rest of the storm.

Once the skies cleared and the sun came out, these fishermen pushed their boat back in the water and continued fishing the rest of the day.

After Elijah won the battle of sacrifices between he and the prophets of Baal, Elijah became weary. Queen Jezebel sent out threats against his life. Elijah couldn't handle any more trials. He needed rest. God took him to the river Cherith where Elijah received food, water, and rest. 

Whether you are working on a task or wading through a trial, God is with you. He will let you know when to take a break, recharge your spiritual well, nourish your body, and shelter yourself. 

Each day we need comfort from His Word. This will build our reserves. When we do, the peace that passes all understanding will guard your heart and mind. Philippians 4:7

This post was brought to you by the one word: AWell-TimedBreak

Friday, August 19, 2016

Fabulous Feature-Sylvia Bambola-Storytelling

Today we welcome author:
Sylvia Bambola

A commenter will win a copy of
Sylvia's book:

The Babel Conspiracy

International Readers invited to enter!
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Mary here. I have a blessing for you. Sylvia's post really touched my heart. Talk about the heart of writing stories for God's sons and daughters. Her passion has stirred me. Created a longing to read her books and to sit down at a coffee shop for a 1:1 chat with her.
 I asked Sylvia, How has God led you on your writing journey? Here is what he said: 

He Filled Me With a Love for Storytelling

Long before I came to know the Lord, He filled me with a love for storytelling. 

When I was young my friends and I would sit around making up stories, usually scary ones. In eighth grade, I began my first novel, which was never finished. But the groundwork was laid.

God had instilled in me a writer’s heart.

Years later, after I came to the Lord and was a wife and young mother, I began writing in earnest. But my focus had changed. Not only did I want to write entertaining stories, I wanted to write stories that would touch hearts for Jesus. The two became inseparable. If a story couldn’t reveal something about God—His goodness, His mercy, His forgiveness, His tender heart for hurting man—if it couldn’t reveal some scriptural truth, I didn’t want to write it.

So began a process that never varied throughout my career. Each and every book began with prayer; with questions I would put to the Lord. “What do You want me to write about, now? What truth do You want me to illustrate?” Then I would listen. 

No Cecil B. DeMille type of voice ever answered, but I did get stirrings. Suddenly, ideas would bubble up like foam in a glass until they spilled over. Excitement would grow as one, single theme began overriding all the other ideas rolling around in my head. That’s when I knew. That’s the trail I would follow.

And that’s what would fill my heart until each story was finished. Refiner’s Fire was about the persecuted church, Tears in a Bottle detailed the horrors of abortion, Waters of Marah and Return to Appleton covered eco-terrorism. 

I began to see that God was directing me to cover some of the issues of the day. Even when writing my three historicals: Rebekah’s Treasure, The Salt Covenants, and The Daughters of Jim Farrell, the relevance to modern times was unmistakable. It was as though through story, God was highlighting various problems and issues. It was as though He was saying, “take a look at this.”

Have I gotten everything right? Probably not. And could my writing improve? Always. And with every book, hopefully. 

But after all these years, my desire remains the same—to write those stories that I believe God is revealing to me even amid the ever present temptation to follow trends, to pursue a more commercially prosperous route. And sometimes that pressure has been great. 

Trends and commercially oriented books are not bad, by the way, it’s just not my path, the one God has put me on, and I knew it.  Funny, the temptation always faded when I realized it was not the number of books I sold; a big or small name recognition; or my book’s place on the amazon charts. It’s—have I been obedient to the calling of God? To my assignment?

And that, friends, is the sum of it. Because there’s nothing I long for more than when I pass over to the other side, to hear Jesus’ sweet voice tell me, “Well done thou good and faithful servant.”

Love and blessings,


The Babel Conspiracy is a tale of intrigue and love. Two women engineers struggle to develop the world’s first nuclear-powered aircraft amid ever intensifying global terrorism and muddled personal lives. Trisha Callahan has an abiding faith in God, and “those roots of middy blouses and pleated skirts, prayer books and incense-filled churches went deep.” This faith is tested when she finds herself in love with a married man. Audra Shields sees herself as a modern Lady Chatterley, “liberated but not forsaking breeding, intellect, or femininity.” When she becomes involved with a dangerous stranger, she begins to question her lifestyle.

Both women try sorting out their personal problems while racing the clock to finish a project fraught with sabotage and murder. And who’s behind it all? When the Department of Homeland Security and the Mossad finally figure it out, the answer surprises everyone.


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