My favorite morning get-it-together read has long been Oswald Chambers’ My Utmost for Highest. I’ve been toting the same dogeared copy around for the last decade but I still find that he can surprise me even though I’ve read every entry at least half a dozen times.
Today’s reading (July 10) has me contemplating its nuances several hours later. I am still grappling with its meaning, and therefore, its takeaway.
Chambers wrote: “The test of our spirituality comes when we come up against injustice and meanness and ingratitude and turmoil, all of which have the tendency to make us spiritual sluggards. We want to use prayer and Bible reading for the purpose of retirement. We utilize God for the purpose of getting peace and joy, that is, we do not want to realize Jesus Christ, only our enjoyment of Him. This is the first step in the wrong direction. All these things are effects and we try to make them causes.”
Injustice, meanness, ingratitude and turmoil are effects and we approach them as causes. Is this not what he is suggesting? Injustice is the effect of spiritual laziness. Meanness, the effect of laziness. Ingratitude, the effect, not the cause. Turmoil is not the cause of spiritual deadness. It is the effect of it.
I’d like to have the wise Chambers in my living room right now. I’d serve him a very respectable cup of tea and then I’d ask him to please, please tell me more. My appetite for understanding has been whetted not sated, I want more.
I feel like I am only scratching the surface of perception here. Wiser minds out there, what do you think?
From the moment last year when I hung my hummingbird feeder outside my kitchen window – and I mean this literally – I’ve had a steady stream of snackers at the buffet. It was as if the local hummers had been waiting on the power lines all their lives for me to hang the scarlet-hued dinner table. I had no sooner hooked it and stepped back inside my kitchen (wondering how many days it would take them to find it), when several swooped in to drink, before I’d closed the sliding door behind me.
It has amazed me how quickly the birds have claimed ownership of the feeder – my feeder – dogfighting over my balcony for sipping rights, chastising each other in the sweetest sounding insults you’re likely to hear, and chasing newbies away with raw rudeness. The feeder has six flower-like sipping stations – plenty of room for several to snack at once but they hate to share.
The prettiest one of the bunch, a redheaded grump who simply cannnot tolerate anyone else at the water hole – even when he or she is clearly sated – will perch on the power line a few feet from where the nectar hangs and attack any would-be eaters with all the arrogance of a golddigger who’s found the motherlode and won’t share it with his pickmates. They haven’t a clue that I am the one who keeps it filled, who buys the nectar concentrate at $4 a pop because I care about their nutritional needs, who cleans it out when the ants discover it, who notices when it’s getting down to the dregs and needs refilled. I can’t help but wonder if there’s a little object lesson here for me- I wonder how often I view my provisions as something I’ve hacked out of the earth on my own when really it shows up everday as a gift from someone else.
I am grateful to my mom and her dear Aunt, whose modest legacy upon her recent passing allowed my mother and I and my sisters and our daughters to tour the Mediterranean coasts of Italy and France this past week. It was an amazing trip, daily kissed by the sun and gentle breezes, and we learned so much about so many things, like how Sorrento artists make those beautiful wood inlays, why so many in Pompeii refused to evacuate when Vesuvius was roaring, the level of Michelangelo’s genius as displayed in the Sistine Chapel and within his statues of David and the Pieta, the power of the Medici family and why the beautiful promenade in Nice is named after England. I have returned refreshed (albeit a bit jetlagged) and am ready to launch myself into the nitty gritty of the book I am writing, due in a mere 10 weeks (gasp), and which will command my all my attention over the remainder of the summer. I imagine my posts between now and the end of August might be a bit random and scattered as I usually have a hard time concentrating on real life when I am immersed in the heart of a novel. You have been warned.
And since today is a major relaunch day (I wrote nothing while on vacation) I leave you to get right to it, but I close with a few more photos of the beauty of the Mediterranean coast. Above is me and my daughter taking a self-portarait from the ship with the lovely town of Villefranche in the background. Next is me at Positano trying to look chic. Below that is the drop-dead gorgeous Amalfi coast, followed by me at the Trevi fountain (taking care of the little details that assure me a return trip to Rome) and lastly my daughter and I in Marseilles. See you on Friday!
I am heading out tomorrow for a nine-day adventure abroad so the Edge will be silent next week. I am not even sure I will have access to a computer. And actually, when you are on vacation, dontcha think it’s a good idea to stay away from all things that compute?
Before I head out though, here’s a fun picture of my dear friend Susan May Warren, who is at this moment abroad herself in the Netherlands, holding up a copy of The Shape of Mercy in Dutch! They both look pretty fab!
And we have a winner for Bonnie Grove’s Talking to the Dead. Patty L, congrats all around. And thanks to all who entered. If you didn’t win, find a way to get the book. You won’t be disappointed.
Until I return with a few good stories, no doubt. . .
A few months back I was asked read Canadian writer Bonnie Grove’s debut novel, Talking To the Dead. The evocative title and its beckoning cover convinced me to say yes. I am so glad I did. I was blown away by Bonnie’s stellar yet subtle storytelling. She paints a stunning, picture of a grieving, betrayed widow whose sorrow leads her to imagine she hears the voice of her dead husband.. And never fear. It’s not creepy. It’s tender, raw and completely believable, and Bonnie’s writing style draws you in from the first line.I asked Bonnie to stop by the Edge today to talk about her new book. And I have a copy to give away. If you post a comment, you are in the drawing to win it. I’d post a comment if I were you!
Edgewise: Where did the idea for Talking to the Dead come from?
Bonnie: My inspiration for Talking to the Dead is difficult to nail down. The novel came in bits and pieces – I’d love to say I was so smart and savvy I had it all planned out, but that’s simply not what happened.In part, the story came out of my experiences as a counselor, sitting with people who were attempting to articulate their pain and distress. It occurred to me that many of the things these people were doing (the behaviors I saw) were often an attempt to accomplish something very different that what they were doing – in other words, behavior didn’t match intentions. It caused me to truly see why Jesus commanded us not to judge others. We simply don’t know what’s going on under the surface.
The second inspiration for the novel came from watching how God was always present in the messy lives of these people who were hurting. He mingles with our humanity. And that is the story I wanted to tell; God in the midst of our messy lives.
Edgewise: Kate’s pain, grief and sense of betrayal seem real, which is of course your novel’s main strength – among many! How did you tap into that kind of emotional nightmare?
Bonnie: Thank you, Susan. I drew from different sources – those of the people I’ve counseled (not their actual experiences, of course, but their descriptions of grief, loss, etc). It has been a privilege to sit with these people in the midst of their pain. Also, I’ve lived a fairly messy life myself. I didn’t mean to – but I’ve experienced some significant losses and betrayals in my time, and I’ve discovered the costly grace of God is there, always, chasing me down and drawing me closer to the One who knows me.
But, before you picture me sobbing at my keyboard, reliving the pain of my past, let me say it wasn’t like that. I don’t believe God called me to write in order to rip open old wounds – rather, I believe that God has allowed me to write in order to bring healing, hope, and humor.
Edgewise: What did you learn about grief while you were writing it?
Bonnie: Grief is a shifting thing. It doesn’t come all at once. This is a good thing; if it did it would crush us. And over time, our grief changes. I dislike sayings such as “In time you’ll get over it,” or “you need to get on with your life.” What I prefer is to speak of grief in ways that accept the “new normal” of loss.And I often speak to people about asking God to come into the center of grief and bear it with us. There is a scene in Talking to the Dead that communicates that sentiment (I won’t give it away!), the idea that God weeps with those who weep.
I was also reminded that God truly is healer – it just may not look like the kind of healing we would expect.
Edgewise: Did Kate ever surprise you? Did the storyline progress like you originally planned?
Bonnie: Kate surprised me often in small and big ways. Once, as I was writing a scene between her and another character (Maggie), I was picturing the scene in my head and Kate turned to me and said, “This is boring.” She was absolutely correct. It was boring! I asked her what she’d rather do instead, and was stunned by what she decided. Her version of the scene made the book – mine went into the dustbin!
As I wrote, I thought I was certain what Kate’s main issues were, but one day, as I was writing Kate sat down and had a talk with me. She had a secret – and now that the book was nearly done, she was ready to share it with me. I can’t tell you what that secret was – I don’t want to spoil the book for you! – but it changed the book a great deal.
Edgewise: Why do you think a story like this needs to be told?
Bonnie: It’s good to be reminded of some of the reasons why God tells us not to judge people. We simply don’t know what’s really going on within them – we can’t tell by looking. That’s one reason for a story like this.
But the main reason I think it needs to be told is because God is real, and He loves us. All of us, without exception. It isn’t about being ‘good enough’ or ‘worthy’. It’s ‘just cuz’ love – that kind that never changes, never dims, never pulls the rug out from under us. God isn’t waiting for us to say the correct words in the right order, or to organize our lives in tidy compartments. He’s just waiting for us to look toward Him and ask, “Who are you?”
Edgewise: What’s next on the horizon for you?
Bonnie: I’m finishing work on another novel. No title yet – I’ve been affectionately referring to it as Gabby Wells, the Musical! It’s all the drama, fun, and intrigue of a musical without the singing. Or dancing. Or music. The kernel of the idea came from a question I asked myself; what would it look like to follow Jesus no matter what? So my protagonist, Gabby Wells, has been thrust into a daunting situation to find out. It will be out (with a title!) next June. And the pot is stirring for another book that will explore the themes of good and evil, love and obsession.
Thanks so much, Susan, for having me on your blog. I’ve enjoyed it!
Edgewise: Thanks for stopping by!
Here’s the link to Bonnie’s very cool website where you can find a video trailer for Talking To The Dead. And please let me hear from you by noon Friday if you’d like to win the book, ‘cause I am heading out of town and the Edge is going quiet next week.
Today we’re taking a peek at my friend Cheryl Wyatt’s (a writer of romances who was born on Valentines Day. How cool is that?) newest book, A Soldier’s Reunion. Here’s the story in a nutshell: “Despite a decade apart, this isn’t the reunion Mandy Manchester expected! She thought she’d put high school sweetheart Nolan Briggs behind her. Now he’s back…and the para-rescue jumper literally sweeps her off her feet. He’s ready and willing to rekindle what they once shared. Mandy, though, isn’t prepared to put her heart at risk. He left her before—she won’t trust him again. Can Nolan teach this grounded girl to take a leap of faith?”
Well, I am thinking he probably can! Here’s a little Q and A with Cheryl:
Edgewise: So, Cheryl. What kind of research did you do for this book? Did you jump out of any planes? Cheryl: Ha! Nope, didn’t jump out of any planes. I had military servicemen and women, though, who have jumped out of planes, assisting me with the technical stuff in (Wings of Refuge) the PJ (Pararescue Jumper) stories. I researched this series for many years before selling my debut novel, which was the first book in this series. And the research is ongoing. Of course certain things are changed on purpose, such as uniforms, etc. Also, the PJs are actually airmen, not soldiers. But my publisher wanted “soldier” in most of the titles since soldier stories tend to sell better around an election year.
Edgewise: Well, that’s something I haven’t thought enough about! What has drawn you to the romance genre? Cheryl: Because a happy ending can always be counted on. I read to escape because life has so many sad endings. I want to know that when I finish a book, things are going to turn out fine. And since I’m an avid romance reader, it was only natural for me to write them. I love entertaining people with stories that guarantee a happy ending.
Edgewise:Why do you think love stories have such wide appeal? Cheryl: I think because life’s struggles don’t leave anyone alone. Everyone will go through something hard. And because love stories, or romance at least, normally carries with it a happy ending. We all have dreams that we want to come true. Love stories let us hope for that happy ending without fear of disappointment I think.
Edgewise: What’s your hoped-for takeaway with this book? Cheryl: I hope that folks will feel romanced by God through this book and that anyone who has at one time had a strong relationship with God but who is now distant will be encouraged to draw near again. It has a strong reuniting theme, both for the characters and between the heroine and God.
You can check out Cheryl’s blog here and her website, where you can see that she loves giveaways and contests.
On Friday, my review of The Help. I am almost done reading it. Achingly good.
I’m a big fan of books about human relationships; I am a bigger fan of writing books about human relationships. It’s all the many kinds of connections we have with the people whose lives intertwine with ours that give rise to the phenomenon known as Story.
I don’t consider myself a romance writer, but I do love a story that showcases the dweam within a dweam. (from the Princess Bride, of course. If you’ve no idea what the dweam within a dweam is, you’ve simply got to see this movie. Best romance movie ever with the best comic lines ever). Romance is the sweetest of all human relationships, right up there with being someone’s mommy.
So when I set out to write Blue Heart Blessed(seems like a long time ago now), it was the dweam I was going for. And the comic relief. I liked the way it turned out. Of all the books I’ve written I’ve had the most fun with this one.
So I was pretty jazzed to hear yesterday that Blue Heart Blessed is one of three finalists in the Long Contemorary Category for the Inspirational Readers Choice Contest for the Faith, Hope and Love chapter of the Romance Writers of America. (yeah, that’s a lotta words. sorry) The winner will be announced at the RWA national conference in DC in July. (The Shape of Mercy is up for a RITA award with the RWA, but in a non-inspirational category).
If you haven’t read Blue Heart Blessed, it’s about about a single gal on the eve of her 30th birthday still smarting over being stood up at the altar the year before. To wean herself away from the wedding she still dreams about, she opens a used wedding dress boutique in Minneapolis’ Uptown and tries to sell the one-of-a- kindwedding gown that she’d designed especially for herself. Only trouble is, everytime someone wants to buy it, she says it’s not for sale. Poor thing.
You can probably already guess (since it did final in a romance category) that something happens in the romance department while Daisy attempts to loosen her hold on a past she can’t change. And there is a fun cast of supporting characters to add levity to all that heartache and introspection.
Anyway, it’s great to have affirmation. Here’s the list of other nominees. I share my nomination with two good friends and I will honestly be pleased with whatever happens in July. It really is an honor just to be nominated. Have a great weekend!
Long Contemporary Along Came a Cowboy by Christine Lynxwiler (Barbour) Blue Heart Blessed by Susan Meissner (Harvest) When the Soul Mends by Cindy Woodsmall (Waterbrook)
Short Contemporary Love Finds You in Snowball, Arkansas by Sandra D. Bricker (Summerside Press) A Time to Heal by Linda Goodnight (Steeple Hill) Hidden by Shelley Shepherd Gray (Avon Inspire)
Long Historical (3rd Place Tie) A Passion Redeemed by Julie Lessman (Revell) Courting Emma by Sharlene MacLaren (Whitaker House) A Promise to Believe In by Tracie Peterson (Bethany House) My Heart Remembers by Kim Vogel Sawyer (Bethany House)
Short Historical Hideaway Home by Hannah Alexander (Steeple Hill) Family of the Heart by Dorothy Clark (Steeple Hill) Promises, Promises by Amber Miller (Barbour)
Women’s Fiction Waiting For Daybreak by Kathryn Cushman (Bethany House) Where Do I Go by Neta Jackson (Thomas Nelson) Lying On Sunday by Sharon K. Souza (NavPress)
Romantic Suspense Shadows at the Window by Linda Hall (Steeple Hill) Double Jeopardy by Terri Reed (Steeple Hill) Healing Promises by Amy Wallace (Multnomah)
Novella Almost Home by Susan Page Davis (Barbour) Stuck On You by Rhonda Gibson (Barbour) Engaging Father Christmas by Robin Jones Gunn (Faith Words)
One thing you quickly find out when you set out to teach is that you will always come away from the experience with the feeling that were in fact, a student.
I would go so far as to say this is especially true at higher elevations.
I just spent five days on the faculty of the Colorado Christian Writers Conference, a wonderfully-organized event located in spectacularly beautiful Estes Park. I made many new friendships, rekindled old ones, laughed a lot, challenged my flatlander lungs, and re-energized my soul with why I love to write.
Here is one of my big nuggets from the trip, mined from the curious standpoint as learner wearing a “faculty” name tag.
Novelists are intimately acquainted with pain.
Every talented novelist throws a perfectly likeable character into a situation where they are wounded, will be wounded or greatly risk being wounded. That’s what Story demands and that’s what Reader expects. Even your basic comedy puts a character in a pickle that – with enough clever lines – makes us laugh even as he or she writhes in frustration and disappointment. It’s interesting to me that novelists are tuned in to the problem of pain. We don’t have to know it on intimate terms – thank you, Jesus – but we are dialed into it. We keenly observe it. We ponder it. We wrench stories from it. Dare I say we look for it.
Someone asked me this weekend what pain have I known that has allowed me to write what I have written.
Truth be told, I am a poser, I guess.
I’ve been spared every ugly thing I’ve made my characters slog through. But I must have been paying particular and acute attention to those whose woes I have borrowed for my storylines, even if they do exist only in my imagination. Does that count for anything good? I hope so. I don’t want to start thinking of myself as a heartless spectator. I can imagine the anguish of tremendous personal loss even if I haven’t lived it.
Husband asked me many days ago was there anything special I wanted from him for Mother’s Day.
I just want cactus, I said. Lots of them, actually. Really? his response. Totally.
See, there is a cactus vendor at our local farmer’s market and his stall every Saturday is brimming with the most intriguing, spiny flora you’ve ever seen. They look other-wordly. Alien. Artistic. I want to fill one side of our driveway with an audience of them.
Right now on that sad hillside there are a couple scraggly looking fruit trees that scream for water and in SoCal, we’re expected to ration H20.
Everybody knows cactii don’t have an addiction to water. And they are so. . . can I say it? . . . Cute.
So that’s what husband did.
Yesterday, I woke up to a little garden of strange, hot-dog-like creatures, all of them looking as if they should be named. Care to suggest some?
Oh, and the cherry limeade from Sonic?
It was divine. Splendid. Superb.
See you on Wednesday, when I will post a couple days early. (I’ll be teaching at the Colorado Christian Writers Conference this Friday.) We’ll talk about two new books – one from Robin Lee Hatcher and one by Susie May Warren. I will also post the winner of Elizabeth Musser’s new book, Words Unspoken. See you then!