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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Serials and Scenarios - Color My World - Mary DeMuth

Mary really sums up color week nicely. Methinks I couldn't have created a better, more appropriate quote.

Mary, the fact that you are on my wavelength should frighten you. Or did you just want to save the world from another poem?

For the record...I still feel a poem coming on.

What crayon in the box describes you on a good day? Bad day? Which one do you aspire to be?

"Good day: periwinkle. I just love that color. It's the color of the sky in France. Bad day: plain old black because that reflects my mood. I want to be sunshine yellow."

I don't know about the rest of you, but French periwinkle skies are tempting. Especially if one could score a cute compact car in a sunny shade of yellow.

Mary has a new release ... check out her links ... click on her link below and you can read her first chapter.

God says I love you in many ways, some of which are hard to hear

Maranatha needs to hear God’s voice. At seventeen, Natha admittedly has some trust issues. Though the abuse by a neighbor boy has stopped, Natha is anything but healed. Now her best friend has left for college, the trials of dating have begun, and God, ever since he spoke to her underneath the pecan tree years ago, has remained elusive. So when brash Georgeanne Peach blows in to take over the only place that’s ever felt like home, leaving a trail of peach fabric swatches and cloying perfume, it’s easy to understand how something like a little ol’ tornado might not be a big deal. Like every teenager, Natha tries to sort out the confusing layers of love—of friends, of family, of suitors, and, desperately, of God. Natha struggles to find herself before she gives in to the shadow of a girl she used to be in this moving follow-up to the critically praised Watching the Tree Limbs.

http://www.relevantprose.com/Adobe/WishingOnDandelions.pdf (This is the first chapter of the book!)

Mary E. DeMuth
Christ Follower. Novelist. Freelance Writer.
Author: Building the Christian Family You Never Had
Watching the Tree Limbs
Wishing on Dandelions


Gina Holmes said...

Mary, you're so cute. You are yellow. I've never been yellow in my life. Obnoxious orange some days. Black some days and a cool shade of blue most.

Kelly, what color are you?

relevantgirl said...

No Gina, you're the cute one....

Can't wait to meet you soon!

Janet Rubin said...

Mary's new release sounds great. I love the names.

I'm hot pink too much of time, even when it isn't appropriate. When I neglect my time with God I'm a sort of disgusting purple/orange/brown plaid. Yuck.