Grace Alone

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Grab a cup of tea, get comfortable, and open the pages of Ruth Meyer’s book, Grace Alone. This is contemporary Christian fiction at its finest. The characters are the people you meet in your daily walk: your family, friends, neighbors, the people in your worship community. People who are flawed, carry baggage, and in need of God’s grace. Take a trip to Mapleport, Michigan, and see how Meyer weaves a tale that will stay with you long after you finish reading.

-Janice Wendorf; 16th president of the Lutheran Women’s Missionary League and avid reader

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An Apology from a Woman Who Didn’t March

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I am a woman. I live in America. I did not attend a women’s march over the weekend, but I know people who did. These marches made front page news all across America and sparked lively debates on social media. It’s obvious that women in this country have vastly different beliefs and convictions. I don’t presume to speak for all women in America. I speak only for myself. But at the same time, I know I’m not the only woman who feels this way. So with that in mind, I have some apologies to make.

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Sneak Peek

 

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Well, here it is! At long last, the mysterious book I’ve been talking about is almost available in print! Courtesy of the CPH blog, The Word Endures, here is a first look at Grace Alone, a story about forgiveness, hope, and grace in the midst of a messy life, because God specializes in new beginnings. Follow this link to read chapter one for free!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Accidental Author

imageIn all honesty, I became an author quite by accident. I didn’t take a single English class in college. I was a music major, after all, and I passed the AP English exam from high school, which counted as my college credit. Good enough for me. And for years after graduating, my focus was still music. Writing wasn’t even on my radar. I played the organ for church, directed a few choirs over the years, and had no intention of becoming an author. But then a student of the week project for my second-grade son gave me an idea for an A to Z poem that eventually became the book Our Faith From A to Z. Now, that’s the sort of book I can handle. There were specific parameters under which I had to operate- one word for each letter of the alphabet, each verse had to fit the meter of the poem, and I had to write an explanatory paragraph for each of the 26 words or concepts. I can do that. Fiction, on the other hand, is an entirely different sort of beast. You can pretty much go anywhere and do anything in your writing, so long as it’s interesting enough to capture people’s attention. It’s sort of daunting for someone like me who likes specific boundaries. I even told my best friend once, “I have no desire whatsoever to venture into fiction.” And that should have been the end of it. Because once I did try fiction, I did everything wrong. Continue reading

What are You Waiting For?

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I hate waiting.

So says Inigo Montoya in the well-known movie The Princess Bride, and I have to say, I agree with him. He is, of course, waiting for the man in black to finish climbing the mountain so he can sword fight him. My life isn’t nearly that thrilling. The most exciting thing for which I’m waiting right now is the publication of my first novel. I’m learning that a lot of writing involves waiting- waiting to hear whether or not they like my manuscript when I send it in, waiting to receive an edited copy, waiting for a second edited copy, interior design, proofreading…  You get the picture. There are a lot of steps, and the whole process takes more than a year from start to finish. While I’m in the middle of the process, that seems like an awfully long time. But all things considered, that’s not a terrible wait time. And I need to remind myself that it’s actually good that it takes as long as it does. I don’t want to rush through the steps of editing and proofreading only to end up with a sloppy end product. Even though I may wish it was a shorter process, in the end, it’s totally worth the wait.

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Deep Cleaning

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Some time ago I did my quarterly … semi-annual … okay, annual (if I’m lucky) full-house carpet cleaning. I’m talking pulling out beds, moving dressers, and rearranging furniture. Oh, sure, I use it here and there to spot clean, but this was different. I focused on a different room each day, and by the end of the week, the carpets were squeaky clean, and I was feeling pretty happy about my progress, so I decided to use the upholstery tool to clean the couch and armchair as well. Looking at our couch beforehand, it didn’t look especially disgusting. It’s beige, so it showed a few discolorations, sure, where the kids spilled something or other. But I had the false impression that it was fairly clean overall. Boy, was I wrong. Continue reading

Replacement Tools

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It was not a good start to the week. My baby had been fussy all weekend long, waking multiple times during the night, which is unusual for him. I was exhausted from lack of sleep, and his crankiness during the day was not fun to deal with under such circumstances. Then on Sunday evening, my fifth grader started complaining that his ear hurt. That night was his turn to be up multiple times, crying because of pain in his ear. Come Monday morning, I loaded them up and hauled them off to the doctor, to find that both had rip-roaring ear infections, and that my ten-year-old’s eardrum had actually burst. My four-year-old had fluid in her ears but it wasn’t infected, but that evening she started complaining that she had “crumbs” in her ear. Off to the doctor we went again the next morning. No, she didn’t have an ear infection. She had strep. Lovely. With three sick kids, a house full of germs, and myself going on zombie hormones to begin with, it was shaping up to be a pretty awful week.

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To My Fellow No-Namers

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Do you know who Baal-Hanan the Gederite is?  What about Zabdi the Shiphmite or Ezri son of Kelub?  How about Obil the Ishmaelite?  Shaphat son of Adlai?  Do any of those names ring a bell?  My guess would be no.  So let’s try again.  Do you know who King David is?  Queen Esther?  Moses?  The apostle Paul?  I’m gonna go out on a limb here and assume you know each of those people and can recite an account or two from their lives.  Even young children learn about baby Moses in a basket or David and Goliath.  But let’s face it- no one teaches Sunday school lessons about Shaphat son of Adlai.  No one even knows who he is.  But every individual listed above is mentioned in the Bible, even the “no-namers.”  And that’s a good thing.  Because in the grand scheme of life, I’m a no-namer, and chances are, so are you.

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When Fighting is a Good Thing

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As a mother of five, I see my fair share of fighting.  It seems like some days all I am is a referee, mediating between one fight after another.  And it gets old pretty fast.  Most parents can probably agree with me on this point.  In general, fighting is looked upon as a bad thing.  Kids are encouraged not to fight, especially with their fists.  We try to teach our kids to work things out by talking through their differences rather than fighting.  But I have surprising news for you.  Sometimes fighting can be a good thing.

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Everyday Editing

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I love to write. I love the thrill I get when I have a good idea for a plot development. I love holing myself away in my little closet office as I race to get the words onto the screen before I forget what I’m trying to say. I love talking about my characters to anyone who will listen. I love that I can use my imagination and not have to follow a set of directions. I basically love everything about writing. Well, that’s not exactly true.  There’s one part of writing I could do without: editing.

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