Power of Prayer and Faith

Power of Prayer and Faith
by Kelly F. Barr

God wants to hear us pray.
He listens to every word we say.
I think some prayers require time to deliberate;
That’s why He answers “Yes” or “No” or “Wait”.
He desires to hear our prayers, both big and small;
In time He answers them all.

So bow your head or bend your knee
Or simply pray thoughtfully.
Have faith and believe;
And an answer you’ll receive.

In your faith, stand firm and tall
And He will catch you if you fall.
Never forget when you feel alone,
The Lord, our God, is still on the throne.

Top Ten Tuesday

This week’s Top Ten Tuesday theme as established by The Broke and the Bookish is probably one of the easiest ones I’ve ever done because my TBR list is forever growing. The theme is Ten Books I’ve Added to my TBR List Lately.

  1. The Reading Promise: My Father and the Books We Shared by [Ozma, Alice]
  2. I Capture the Castle by [Smith, Dodie]
  3. The Doomsday Book by [Willis, Connie]
  4. The Goldfinch: A Novel (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction) by [Tartt, Donna]
  5. Faceless by [Sheinmel, Alyssa]
  6. Room: A Novel by [Donoghue, Emma]
  7. Eleanor & Park by [Rowell, Rainbow]
  8. The Red Harlequin Box Set (Books 1-4) by [Ricci, Roberto]

 

What have you added to your TBR list lately?

A Portrait of Emily Price by Katherine Reay

I received a complimentary copy of this book from BookLook Bloggers in order to write an honest review of the story.

Emily Price is an art restorer. She restores art that has been damaged by fire, water or that has become worn with age while harboring dreams of becoming an original artist, herself, one day. She travels to Atlanta to restore a mural in a home damaged by fire. That’s where she meets Chef Benito Vassallo, who is visiting Atlanta to reconnect with his brother and breathe new life into his aunt and uncle’s restaurant, Piccolo. Emily falls in love with Ben as she works with him to improve the appearance of Piccolo, and shocks everyone when she accepts his marriage proposal and follows him to Italy.

Once in Italy, Emily struggles to fit into Ben’s close-knit family and creates problems for some of Ben’s family members when she was only trying to help. She begins to wonder if she belongs in Italy and in Ben’s family.

The story was romantic and it was easy to be swept away on the wings of love with Emily when she spent time with Ben in Atlanta. However, when she follows Ben to Italy and struggles to fit into his tight-knit family I can relate to her feelings and I cheer for her to fight for her place in the family because she and Ben seem so right for one another. Besides, Ben’s father likes her and encourages her.

I love the relationship between Emily and Ben. It’s sweet and romantic and a little bit magical. I love the dialogues between these two.

Katherine Reay does an excellent job of showing the relationship problems in families; not just mixed cultural families. Yes, some of the issues Emily faces in Ben’s family in Italy has to do with their culture, but most of it has to do with the differences in personalities and in the things they choose to keep inside.

I also think Katherine did a lovely job of painting a picture of Italy for her readers. I loved the driving scenes.

The fact that this was a wonderfully realistic romantic story is what endears it to my heart. Ben and Emily have a deep love for one another but that does not exempt them from challenges in their relationship that could separate them.

To read the way that Katherine Reay chooses to deal with the issues that challenge Ben and Emily both startled me, bringing tears to my eyes, and gave me a warm heart and encouragement I can apply to my own relationships.

If you like romance stories, but prefer your romance more realistic and not of the “happily ever after” flavor, I encourage you to read A Portrait of Emily Price.

Flash Fiction Friday: A Late Knight

Kate lay in the hammock green leaves a canopy overhead, the sounds of birds twittering in the hedge and someone’s lawn mower eating grass a few lawns away. She held a book in her hands but the story had failed to hold her attention. After re-reading the same paragraph three times without it penetrating her brain, she lay it open, face down on her chest. She closed her eyes breathed deeply the scent of lilacs and fresh cut grass floating on the breeze.

Kate awoke with a start peering into creamy caramel colored eyes in a weathered bronze face surrounded by black wavy hair graying at the temples. He leaned back moving farther from her lips. Had he kissed her? She raised her hand and touched her lips a faint warm moistness lingered. His smile caused her heartbeat to quicken.

A chuffing noise drew her attention over his shoulder. A horse in saddle and armor grazed on her lawn. Her eyes flew back to the man before her, moving beyond his face to his pauldron covered shoulders, his breastplate and chain mail hauberk. He held a helmet in his hand.

“Who are you?”

“Madam, I am Sir William the Brave. I have kissed your lips to awaken you and whisk you from your life of drudgery.”

Kate pinched her arm. “Ouch! Okay, this is supposed to be real.”

Sir William took her hand in his. “Of course I am real.” He helped her to sit. “Shall we go?”

“Where will you take me?”

He raised her hand to his lips placed a kiss soft and tender. “My lady, my palace awaits you. I am your knight in shining armor.”

Kate stifled a laugh. “This must be some kind of joke. If you are my knight in shining armor, you’re about thirty years too late. I’m a married woman.”

“You are an unhappily married woman in this world. In my world, I have been awaiting your call many years. My heart has yearned for you so imagine my joy upon hearing your call today. I came as quickly as I could. It is never to late for a knight to rescue his lady. Please, let’s be off.”

Kate, still considering the possibility she was dreaming or that one of her friends had set up this great trick, arose, gasped as the knight lifted her upon his horse then mounted behind her. Her heart seemed to long for this knight or was it just the excitement of her childish hope in a real “happily ever after”?

A Double Couplet, I Suppose

My Help in Times of Trouble
by Kelly F. Barr

Fatigue creeps into my bones.
Weariness fills my heart.
The pain couldn’t be worse if he threw stones,
pelting every one of my body parts.

Hurt battles weariness for space
As confusion crowds my brain.
I’ve offered love from within my deepest place
As his lack of caring seems to grow unrestrained.

I’ve given, poured out, and given more
Only to face a slamming door.
I am stretched thin, completely worn down.
My weak smile met by his stubborn frown.

My longing for some complete solitude grows.
My husband doesn’t understand this, though.
My true introvert’s batteries need recharging
But I live in a world where others keep barging.

Oh how I long to be an unknown face in a crowd
Or someone wrapped within my personal blanket shroud;
Where their clawing hands and begging voices cannot beseech;
And where His strength recharges my innermost reaches.

He holds me close and dries my tears.
He speaks, “Have you forgotten I’m still here?”
He lifts me to my feet, kisses my forehead and smiles.
“Take my hand. I’ll walk with you across these difficult miles.”

Top Ten Tuesday

Today’s theme for Top Ten Tuesday, as suggested by The Broke and the Bookish, is Top Ten Books to Read if your Book Club likes _______. (Fill in the blank to be anything you want: YA books, non-fiction, a particular genre, etc.)

I have chosen Top Ten Books to Read if Your Book Club Likes Suspense/Horror. (None of these are full of blood and gore because I don’t read those types of books, but I do love to be kept on the edge of my seat.)

  1. The Watchers by Dean Koontz
  2. The Hunted by Mike Dellosso
  3. Scream by Mike Dellosso
  4. Nick of Time by Tim Downs
  5. Misery by Stephen King (this one does contain some human torture, but it’s not too                                                     graphic)
  6. Any of the Odd Thomas books by Dean Koontz
  7. On the Street Where You Live by Mary Higgins Clark
  8. Indivisible by Kristen Heitzmann
  9. Last Light (The Restoration Series) by Terri Blackstock
  10. The Negotiator (The O’Malley Series) by Dee Henderson

Let’s Talk About Webinars

Have you ever participated in a live webinar?

I have participated in several. I have found the ones that I enjoy the most are the ones that have been set up by a group or organization that I belong to who do a complete webinar with no sales pitch at the end.

Sales pitch endings — yes, these are the webinars that I have come to strongly dislike. Why? Because they send you an invitation with lots of promises, like “in this webinar you will learn how to make money selling ebooks on Amazon”. There is also information offered about the speaker of the webinar which usually says things like “I used to be a struggling writer, trying to sell my work to feed my family” or something similar to give you a picture that the person had decided to try to have writing as his/her only job and wasn’t doing very well. He/She was struggling to pay bills, make ends meet, feed the family, etc. Then there’s usually something like “I hope you are not in a similar situation, but if you are, I want to help you. That’s why I’m sharing my secret for selling ebooks on Amazon with you. Just sign up to join my webinar, and hurry because space is limited and seats are going fast.”

So, you think to yourself, I relate to this person’s circumstances, and I would really like to be able to sell my (or more of my) books on Amazon. This sounds like a good marketing webinar. Therefore, you sign up and block out the date and time on your calendar to be sure you don’t miss it. (Of course, they send you several email reminders the day of the webinar, right up to start time).

Then with excitement and hopefulness, you tune into the webinar at the appointed date and time with a notebook and pen by your side so you can catch all of the important information. The webinar starts out well, giving you tips, advice and information that you think will be really helpful, but as the end of the webinar time approaches, the tips, advice and information slow down and eventually stop, just short of completing the information you were expecting and looking forward to.

What happens next? The speaker of the webinar begins a sales pitch. Yep, the information was to lure you in to pitch some new website or resource or online classes for writing that will cost you hundreds of dollars.

What happens to your excitement and hopefulness? Well, if you’re like me, it plummets into the pit of your stomach, and you think, “What? I thought you wanted to help the struggling (translate to starving) writers. How can wanting them (me) to spend hundreds of dollars they (I) don’t have, to get the complete information and help your webinar promised, help them (me)?

So, you turn off your computer, completely disappointed/distraught. And if you’re like me, you think, if they really wanted to help me, the struggling writer, why couldn’t they give me the complete information and offer their sales pitch on another webinar, or, why couldn’t they have been honest and informed you that to get the complete “formula”, you would have to purchase something at the end of the webinar? They claim they have made thousands of dollars with their “formula” and they want to “help others who may be where they were”, but in the end, they’re really not much help at all.

The last webinar I participated in, the speaker admitted, about halfway through the webinar, that he uses a pen name and if you search for his name (that he gave for the webinar), you’ll never find him, and he didn’t give his pen name so you couldn’t even look him up to see if his self-proclaimed success was factual or not.

(Sigh) These are all of the reasons I have sworn off webinars that are advertised on the internet or through email. If the webinar is offered through a group/organization that I am part of and know I can trust, I will participate. Otherwise, I’m not interested. I’m tired of empty promises from writers who claim to have found success that others could attain just as easily, only to have them want to make more money off of someone who can’t afford their prices, which also makes me really wonder if what they’re selling is really worth the money they are charging. Oh, sure, they have those little quotes they share that are supposed to be legitimate quotes by people who have learned their “formula” and are using it to become successful, but we all know, those quotes can easily be bought for a price for such purposes.

How about you? Have you participated in any of these webinars? Have you found any of them helpful and legitimate without your having to invest hundreds of dollars? I’d love to hear your story(ies). Please leave comments in the “Comments” section below.

Flash Fiction Friday: A Song for an Unwarranted Request

She lies in the hammock, her place of refuge. The attacks had come again today; the name calling, the pushing and tripping, knocking books from her hands.

She didn’t fit into any of the school clicks, and she didn’t want to. They all had their stupid codes; the way they dressed, the things they did, the sports they played, or the level of their I.Q.

She liked being a mishmosh of unusual and unique things, but their cruel words and actions still hurt.

Some days were worse than others, and this one fell under one of the worst, so she had run home, tossed her schoolbooks on the kitchen table and retreated to her hammock. She breathed in the scent of lilac from the blooming bush in the corner of the yard, closed her eyes and slowly exhaled. Then she began to sing, a low and mournful song of loneliness and rejection.

When her song ended, a voice, so quiet she thought it came from the breeze, said, “Don’t stop. It’s beautiful. Your voice is the most beautiful I’ve ever heard.”

Her eyes popped open, and sitting on the ground two yards away, sat the most handsome boy she had ever seen. His hair hung to his shoulders in dark, unruly curls, his faded jeans had holes in the knees, and his pectoral muscles and biceps bulged through the “Star Wars” t-shirt he wore. His chocolate eyes studied her.

It was the first time she had ever wished she looked more like everyone else. He probably thought the purple streak in her hair was from hair dye. Did he think her black tights, short purple ruffled skirt and hot pink tank top and fingerless lace gloves odd? Did he notice that her eyes were two different colors; one emerald green and one cerulean blue?

“Please sing something else. Something less depressing.”

She didn’t know where this gorgeous guy had come from and she wasn’t sure she could sing knowing he was so near. She felt warmth creep into her cheeks, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes once more and she broke into another song. This time a song of hope, as she hoped this boy was not like all the rest.