Scribbles and Scrambles ~ More Pictures Worth a Grand O Words

These made me feel happy this morning. So I'm sharing them with you. Don't know why they make me happy. Peaceful scenes for sure...texture...memories behind the snapping of the picture. Maybe because they are pictures of snakeless grass.

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ What Lurks Upon

So. When I said I was looking for something worth writing about. Something exciting worth posting, an attempt to offer up a story that makes the dearth of stuff last week simply fade away into nothingness, I didn't expect this.

SHUDDER.

Last night while having a delightful conversation with Rob, while looking around our lovely gardens, admiring the growth, the baby veggies, the blueberries that are turning delicate shades of green-blue to almost blue...we each grabbed weeds now and again. The rain has guaranteed lushness and that includes weeds. We talked about getting out the organic "bug" spray, how to keep the blueberry harvest for our enjoyment and not for wildlife consumption, we talked about all sorts of things.

While talking, we pulled those weeds. You'd think there wouldn't be a lot because we have garden cloth. Long black strips that we've laid out over the whole garden and then punctured for our plants. But weeds are hardy and determined. They have sprouted in dirt that is maybe a half inch thick on top of the fabric, and they've taken up residence in the areas set apart for our plants.

While plucking and talking I didn't do much more than glance at where my hand went. But one handful of weeds caused a slight rippling of the landscape fabrics right behind the plant where I was plucking. Oh my!!!! Within a millisecond I saw and registered that the fabric wasn't moving at all, that something laid on top of the fabric and it had yellow stripes along its sides and it wasn't simply moving but it was undulating and slithering. SNAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And. I. ALMOST. TOUCHED. IT. AUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In case you haven't figured it out I am the girliest, jump on a chair, scream my brains out, completely creeped-out wimp when it comes to snakes. Spiders, mice, blood. Not my favorites but they don't reduce me to pure adrenaline powered instinct. I screamed all the way to the house, the dogs hot on my heels, a man driving down the street with his window down, slowing to a crawl at my show. In my defense the snake was nearly two feet long. SHUDDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was inches from my hand. GULP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it behaved completely snakelike. SOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snakes are silent, blend in, and are still until you are right on top of them. EWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now that my heart rate is back to normal I can laugh about it. The type of laughter you might hear in a room with nice padding on the walls and restraints on the bed. Needless to say. I won't be plucking weeds in a distracted state of mind again. EVER. SHUDDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks go to my hero, Rob, who has made my garden snake-free for the moment. But those sneaky little reptiles obviously know where I live now.

Scribble and Scrambles ~ Blink, Blink

So. I had every intention of blogging yesterday and producing something amazing. Alas, the only thing I was producing is unmentionable and accompanied by chills and a headache like none other. But I believe it was a virus because I am upright, able to remain so and can walk in a straight line...well almost....haven't really ever mastered that skill.

Look elsewhere for amazing and great profundity today. Yesterday I will call lost. However, I did get lots of sleep so my sleep bank will stop sending me overdraft notices!

Tomorrow. Who knows. Maybe I'll be slapped upside the head with inspiration that births something worth reading. Til then. I will enter the world a day late, a dollar short and sleep rich.

Scribble and Scrambles ~ Mid-Late Week Check-In

Sorry for the lack of posts this week.

I appreciate the kind comments.

I don't recommend a week that includes a family funeral and Bible school following closely on the heels of a graduation party and a road trip. Oh, I also don't recommend adding a touchy computer charger to the mix.

However. Life goes on. Sleep can be temporarily set aside. Work can pile up along with dishes. The important (and sometimes unimportant and annoying) things still get done.

I think this is the least I've blogged in three years. It feels weird to be so away from the computer, freeing, but weird.

Above everything else. This week has revealed even more to me about the important people in my life. Whether I have had a chance to tell them or not, people have blessed my week.

I'll be back Monday. Peace to you and yours. Give someone you love a hug.

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ My Other Dad

My father-in-law went home early Sunday morning. Too early, but in God's perfect time. I said good-bye on Wednesday evening before I left town for a few days. But I didn't know that good-bye was my final earthly good-bye. He had been on hospice for just over a week and we never expected that he would go so quickly.

I have a great relationship with my own dad. I love him so much and no one could ever replace him in my heart. But, over the years, I've grown to love my father-in-law more than I ever thought possible.

He has been so good to me. And he has been a rock in some really rough times. As a matter of fact, he managed to be Jesus to me a time or two. I am so glad he is in heaven and I wouldn't wish him back for even a second. And as he taught me in his life, and through his death, I imagine he will have a few things to teach me when I see him again.

To Bob Klepfer a man who helped shape my husband into the amazing man his is, and to a man who colored my life with many memories and moments, it was a pleasure to know you, and I will see you again. I rejoice in your life and what you've meant to so many.


The House Our Dad Built


Our Dad built a house.

His foundation of choice was faith in Christ. Dad then carefully chose the building materials.

He framed it with straight and sturdy 2 x 6's of love, acceptance, forgiveness and truth.

The layout was generous, giving room for each unique person and offering safe shelter and a quiet place to belong.

Protective bricks of discipline, work ethic, loyalty and righteousness shored up the foundation.

The home was decorated with laughter, kindness, shared memories and good times.

Dad covered the house with a roof made of grace and prayer.

And then Dad signed the house over to us and gave each of us keys to all the doors.

All the while Dad built his house for us -- Jesus was building one for him.

When I see him again, I expect Dad to offer me keys to the new house and show me around, offering advice and helpful hints about my new surroundings.

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Steep Thoughts.

At our recent ladies High Tea at church I had the opportunity to squeeze a spiritual application from tea bags.

I looked up tea facts and found out some fascinating tea tidbits. All types of tea (except herbal) come from one plant, the Camellia Sinensis. Even though teas are classified as white, green, oolong and black, they come from the same source. What differs is when they are picked and how they are processed.

I decided that all humans have at least two things in common and both of those things are key ingredients for a nice cup of tea. From the every-second-counts picking of the tiny “white” tea leaves to the multiprocessed and fully caffeinated black tea, they all come from the same plant.

Tea/human connection number one. Each of us are a human version of a tea bag.

As there are thousands of varieties of tea, there are unique and variable human combinations. Like the white, green, oolong, black and herbal teas, and the many combinations of those, we humans have bits of leaves and fragments that go into our personal “tea bag.” Things like personality-type, family/culture and experiences are harvested and cured and become part of who we are. Call it nurture and nature crumbled up into a bag full of color and flavor that we use to impact the world around us, and as a filter on how we deal with life. Some of us offer soothing brews like chamomile to others, some are more Earl Gray and then there are the zingers in life. (Obviously, this might explain why we encounter people who just aren't our cup of tea.)

So onto point two. We are all unique little mixes of flavor and spice. What else do we all have in common?

Hot water, of course. The second most important ingredient in a cup of tea is the water.

In tea, hot water releases the flavors, the blends, and the antioxidant properties.

What is the hot water in our lives? Difficulties, challenges, experiences and trials.

The situations God allows into our lives cause us to bloom. The colors, scents and properties of our lives are made apparent to us, and to others, when hot water is applied. Now, that's not always pretty. Sometimes we end up with a nasty taste in our mouths or leave one with others. True life example of tea gone bad: we bought a lovely loose leaf blend at a tea shop. Dehydrated berries were mixed into the leaves and it was tasty...until we somehow found a strawberry that apparently had a rotten spot before dehydration and when it had steeped in hot water....ewwww.

Often when we react to the hot water in our lives with less than tasty results we are surprised and shocked. But...God's grace is available to us to make some changes within the tea we become. As we grow and mature in our relationship with Him He adds and subtracts seasonings and bits. And the milk and honey of the Word and our growing maturity can soften, change and sweeten the end product...one that can nurture, bring healing and nourish another weary or hurting soul.

No matter what process we are in at the moment, if we are IN Jesus Christ, hooked onto His vine, we are from the same plant. And what we've done, what we've experienced, the broken parts of us, the pain that we've endured, all of those bits and pieces are going into the brew. The brew is in God's hands and in His perfect timing and watchfulness. Our odd bits will be useful and valuable to Him. We are at different stages, we will have different antioxidants and properties, different futures, different pasts and processing that may look unlike any one else's, but we are His and we are being made into His perfect cup of tea.

When looking up tea terminology I think I found the perfect statement to describe the process of becoming uniquely us and valuable to the lives of others. It is a term used to describe “well-made” whole leaf tea grades – WELL TWISTED.

Serials and Scenarios ~ Deceit ~ Brandilyn Collins

This week, the

Christian Fiction Blog Alliance

is introducing

Deceit

Zondervan (June 18, 2010)

by

Brandilyn Collins





ABOUT THE AUTHOR:





Brandilyn Collins is an award-winning and best-selling novelist known for her trademark Seatbelt Suspense®. These harrowing crime thrillers have earned her the tagline "Don't forget to b r e a t h e..."® Brandilyn's first book, A Question of Innocence, was a true crime published by Avon in 1995. Its promotion landed her on local and national TV and radio, including the Phil Donahue and Leeza talk shows. Brandilyn is also known for her distinctive book on fiction-writing techniques, Getting Into Character: Seven Secrets a Novelist Can Learn From Actors (John Wiley & Sons). She is now working on her 20th book.



In addition, Brandilyn’s other latest release is Final Touch, third in The Rayne Tour series—young adult suspense co-written with her daughter, Amberly. The Rayne Tour series features Shaley O’Connor, daughter of a rock star, who just may have it all—until murder crashes her world.

ABOUT THE BOOK

Skip Tracer Joanne Weeks knows Baxter Jackson killed his second wife---and Joanne's best friend---seven years ago. But Jackson, a church elder and beloved member of the town, walks the streets a free man.

The police tell Joanne to leave well enough alone, but Joanne is determined to bring Jackson down. Using her skip tracing skills, she sets out to locate Melissa Harkoff, now twenty-two, who lived in the Jackson home at the time of Linda Jackson's disappearance.

As Joanne drives home on a rainy winter night, a hooded figure darts in front of her car. In her headlight beams she glimpses the half-concealed face of a man, a rivulet of blood jagging down his cheek. She squeals to a stop but clips him with her right fender. Shaking, she gets out of her car in the pouring rain. The man will not let her see his face. Before he limps off into the night he warns her not to talk to police.

As Joanne tries to find Melissa, someone seems to be after her. Who was the man she hit on the road. Is Baxter Jackson out to silence her? Or is some other skip she's traced in the past now out for revenge?

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If you would like to read the first chapter of Deceit, go HERE

Read more reviews of Collins's books and an interview HERE.

My Review of Deceit:


Brandilyn Collins twists and turns her way through yet another page turner. Joanne Weeks knows Baxter Jackson killed her best friend. But she doesn't have any proof. After voicing her opinion of the investigation's early death, shortly after the demise of Jackson's second wife, her comments are plastered on the front page of the small town newspaper. A town that is pretty much owned by, or at least in the back pocket of, Jackson.

A series of events unfolds at a break-neck pace that definitely tossed me against my seatbelt restraint a time or two. Collins strength in writing page-turning events is strong and I found myself whipping through them. A few similarities to previous novels, a very strong female lead for starters, and a back and forth parallel but different time frame telling of two enjoined stories will delight Collins fans. The twists may keep said fans on their toes. Chickens might be able to read this one without pulling the blankets over their heads, however, Collins tackles some interesting subject matter. This isn't a tame "Christian" read...rather something closer to what you might see in headlines.