Jeremiah 29:11 When God Is In Your Corner, It’s Not a Punishment

Jeremiah 29:11 When God Is In Your Corner, It's Not A Punlshment

Jeremiah 29:11 When God Is In Your Corner, It’s Not A Punishment

Since coming back from Blue Ridge, I’ve thrown myself into the promise that God not only knows what He’s doing, but that He really, truly wants the best for me.

You’ve read often of how Jeremiah 29:11 is my life verse; what it means to me, and how I try to apply it to my daily life.

My Life Verse ~ Jeremiah 29:11

My Life Verse ~ Jeremiah 29:11

Last week, I curated my posts and personal thoughts to write my newest Kindle book, Jeremiah 29:11 – When God Is In Your Corner, It’s Not A Punishment.

We don’t have to turn away from what God has for us. Too often, I find myself disbelieving that I’m worthy of all the greatness He wants to bestow on me. That’s farce! That’s a trick of the enemy to get inside my head and rob me of the good things God has planned.

This weekend, I’m offering this short and easy to read booklet for free. Just click on the photo or the link above to get your own copy. I pray that it blesses you as much as it continues to bless me.

And Frankly, My Dear . . . that’s all she wrote!

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My Bottle of White Wine

Back in March, I celebrated my birthday with week’s worth of events. My favorite was the actual weekend of my birthday.

On Friday, some friends took me out to a local hot spot called The Wine Seller. We listened to live music, drank a little, conversed a lot. One of my closest friends, Mary, is a fellow writer. She’s older than I am, a fellow empty-nester. I sometimes call her “Mom” and she sometimes introduces me as her adopted daughter.

She gave me this beautiful Frog Prince pin.

The Frog Prince Pin

The Frog Prince Pin

We have much more in common than just writing, which makes her an even more invaluable friend. Her son stopped by the Wine Seller to say hey, at which point I reveled in telling him all the food “Mom” has been cooking for me in his absence. “No offense, guy, but you’ve been replaced.” I say that with all love, of course. [Note to quasi-brother: I promise not to eat your dessert. Unless you let me. And I can still kick your bum on Trivia Crack. . . maybe.]

On Saturday, she opened her home to a group of my friends for a “movie party”. I brought The Princess Bride, Scrabble Cheez-Its, and ten people. We of course had a blast reciting along with the movie. You know how it goes. “As you wish. . . ” “My name is Inigo Montoya . . .” “Princess Buttercup. . . ” Yes. We’re a fun bunch.

I also bought a bottle of wine, but it went untouched. No problem, I thought. I’d just learned two days earlier that I was actually going to Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference, and decided I would keep the wine until my return.

Lucky Bamboo and a Bottle of Wine

Lucky Bamboo and a Bottle of Wine

See that great mini Mardi Gras mask? Mary gave me that, too. It’s a reminder to stay focused on writing NOLA. The bamboo, I bought. How could I not, it’s lined with frogs! That’s a reminder to bring life to my story. Let it grow, flow, expand.

These are all reminders to enjoy life, to be open to new avenues, to take the great adventures and the roads less traveled.

The bottle has sat on my counter for two months. Now that I’ve returned from Blue Ridge, I’m setting a new goal.

I’ve two agents interested in reading NOLA. One wants it when it’s finished, the other wants the first 25,000 words. Since I’ve written, and rewritten, and tightened, and edited, and rewritten, and oh by the way, rewritten, the first few chapters of NOLA, getting those first 25,000 words shouldn’t be a problem.

That’s what I’m saving this wine for. I should be able to pop it open by June 1.

Unless, of course, another deadline comes along. Like, waiting until the whole book is finished. Or entering another contest. Or landing an agent. Or getting published.

Time goes by fast, I’m told. I’m gonna celebrate the little victories, and save up for the big ones.

And Frankly, My Dear . . . that’s all she wrote!

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The Unemployment Cookbook just $0.99. Always.

I’ve learned a lot in the past month of writers conferences–connecting, sharing, making goals and taking inventory.

One of the things I’m most proud of is to tell others of the great support I receive on a regular basis from so many people. Family, friends, church people, writers groups, readers. . .

I want to give back. I want to move forward.

To start, I’ve lowered the price on The Unemployment Cookbook, Kindle Edition to just $0.99. Always. This isn’t a one-time deal, or a sale. This is the new, regular, always price. Just $0.99. You can either click on the link above or the photo below to be taken to Amazon and get your own copy.

The Unemployment Cookbook, Kindle Edition

The Unemployment Cookbook, Kindle Edition

It’s just one of the ways I’m saying “thanks” for all of you who do so much for me.

Be blessed, be fed, be good!

And Frankly, My Dear . . . that’s all she wrote!

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