The Cure: Exercept

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by Parker J. Cole

Enjoy this excerpt from my newest book, a sweet romance entitled The Cure!

The Cure

“Ms. Woods?”

The professional, neutral tone of the doctor caught her attention. She stood and raced over to the woman, Tisha and Connie trailing behind her.

“Yes, Dr. Yamaguchi? How is she? Is she going to be all right?”

The doctor’s kind brown eyes landed on her. “So far, her condition is stable.  She’s still sleeping right now.  But we’re not out of the woods yet.”  She extended a hand to a nearby waiting room seat. “I don’t want to unnecessarily upset you but you need to know exactly what we’re dealing with. Do you want to sit down?”

“No, please just tell me what’s going on. Can I see her?”

Dr. Yamaguchi nodded. “You can see her, but only for a few minutes. We’ll be observing her for the next thirty-six hours.”

Savannah’s legs threatened to buckle. “What do you mean?”

As the doctor detailed the extent of the damage done to Liliana’s body from the fire, she thought she might collapse.  It was almost too much to bear.

God, give me strength.

When the doctor finished, Savannah asked quietly, “Can I see her now?”

“Of course.” The doctor grabbed her limp hand. “Don’t let what you see in there discourage you. Liliana’s a fighter. And you need to fight with her, too.” The woman squeezed her hand as if trying to infuse her with strength.

Leaving her friends behind, Savannah walked the path alone to Liliana’s room, trepidation tap dancing along her spine. The pristine white floors and colorful walls made the journey there seem like a psychedelic trip.  Uniformed hospital staff passed her by, the figures fuzzy and nondescript to her unseeing eyes.

When she arrived at the room, the sight of her niece made Savannah almost fall to her knees. This couldn’t be her beautiful, fun-loving Snuffy. It couldn’t be.

Machines hummed next to the tiny frail body lying in the hospital bed. Snake-like plastic tubes were taped to her nose and mouth. Bandages covered a good portion of her body from her shoulder to legs.  The little girl’s chest moved shallowly.

“Snuffy,” Savannah moaned, her legs so weak she barely made it to the side of the bed before crumpling in the chair the nearby nurse had pushed toward her.  She wanted to reach out and touch the girl, but the doctor had warned against any contact for the next few days.  She could only stare.

“Oh, dear God,” she cried out. This time, nothing held back her tears. A dam had cracked inside of her and she submitted to its torrential power.  The nurse thrust a box of tissues into her hand. She spent the next while crying and sniffling, wishing this was all a dream she could wake up from.

When the outburst had run itself dry, Savannah wiped her eyes and nose for the last time and stuffed the used tissues in the garbage can by the bed.

At least she wasn’t alone. Everyone who loved Liliana would work together to help her niece get through this.

Except for one person.

Savannah jolted. Why now? Why would she suddenly start thinking about him?

Fiona and Bart would want him to know. 

A strange calm came over her. Savannah couldn’t deny the truth of those words. She’d avoided a name she hadn’t uttered in voice or thought for three years. If she could have, she would have gone for the rest of her life without having to speak his name ever again.

But circumstances had gone beyond her pride. It had come to this. Just as he had predicted.

Micah Reddington.

A bevy of memories tried to break through the mental brick wall she had placed around them.  She closed her eyes to suppress those tattered recollections of days gone by. Yet, snatches of them still made their way through, glowing like spots of light through the cracks. His long blonde hair often turned to gold when the sunlight cascaded over it.  She recalled the flash of his smile, his teeth white and even above the cleft in his chin.  Those freckles splattered across the bridge of his nose gave him a boyish look that always disarmed her in the past.

No, she didn’t want to go there. Yet, she had no choice.

Savannah pulled her phone from her pocket. She’d erased his name from her contact list but his number was embedded in her head right next to the alphabet.  She typed it in, added her message, and sent it. A life-altering event, and it took less than ten seconds to execute.

She leaned her head back along the rim of the chair and accepted the inevitable. She needed the man who hated her most in the world.

***

I need you.

Micah’s chest swelled in unholy but righteous satisfaction. The latest superhero movie receded into the background. His whole world centered on his phone.

It didn’t matter there wasn’t a name associated with the number the message had come from.  Those three words were distinctive as a superhero’s calling card blazoned across the sky. He knew the identity of the sender just as she’d known he would.

I need you.

He mouthed the words unnecessarily in the darkness of the theater.  The taste of them reminded him of cotton candy. The moment he took a bite of the sugary sweet, it seemingly disappeared…until the granules hardened on his tongue, enriching the experience.

The screen blacked out and he hurriedly tapped the surface of it so he could feast his eyes on the message.  He’d always known it would come to this – where she’d be the one crawling back to him. How he wanted that – wanted her begging and pleading for his help.  Hadn’t he told her that when they parted three years ago?  Micah was rarely wrong – not when it came to Savannah. He knew her so well.

On the tail end of that thought came another, and he grimaced at the irony.  She knew him, too.  She knew he’d come to her. In the past, all  she had to do  was crook her finger and he’d be there, no questions asked.  He’d been a slave to her every desire. His lip curled in disgust at his overblown infatuation. What a sorry sap he’d been then.

Micah toyed with the idea of delaying a response to her but decided against it. After all, she must be desperate in order to reach out to him like this.

He pressed the reply button and texted back. Where are you?

Did she still strut down the runway in the season’s latest trends? He’d avoided perusing any of the fashion magazines or TV shows for the past three years. He didn’t need to see her going on with her life.

Saginaw.

The word stopped him. What was she doing back in Michigan? He sifted through the reasons, trying to figure it out, but no plausible scenarios came to mind. Thoroughly mystified, he nonetheless replied back.

Address?

A split second later, an address came over from her. He punched in the search for the map and saw that it was a hospital. Micah’s eyebrow arched. What was she doing in a hospital? Had she been injured? Sick?

Fledgling concern wiggled its way through the resentment and antagonism choking his thoughts. He fought to keep it tampered down, but he knew once it reared its head, there was no going back.

No matter how much he hated her, he sincerely wouldn’t wish anything awful to happen to her. He wanted her alive and well…if only to gloat over the fact that she was coming to him for his help.

I’ll be there

About the Author:

Parker J. ColeParker J. Cole is a writer and radio show host who spends most of her time reading, knitting, writing, cooking, and concocting new ideas for stories. Her first novel, Dark Cherub, won Best of Spring Reading 2013 from eMediaCampaigns. She lives in Michigan with her husband and beloved dog Sarah.

Visit her site at http://www.ParkerJCole.com

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Gems From Pastor Jim

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by Jim Hughes

CrossPs. 139:1 O LORD, you have examined my heart and know everything about me.

How does this truth make you feel? Are you okay knowing the Lord has examined your heart and knows everything there is to know about you? There are things that we can effectively hide from others. There are things which we allow to enter into our minds and dwell on that no one knows about, but God knows. There are things we do that no one knows about, but God knows. There are things that we do with less than honorable intent, but God knows. We can’t hide anything from God.

The Lord knows everything about me. He knows my weaknesses as well as my strengths. We often portray our strengths but try to keep hidden our weaknesses. The Lord knows where we are vulnerable, and that is good news. He knows our needs better than we do. He knows how to minister to our needs. He works to help us become stronger in our character, one weakness at a time.

The Lord’s scrutiny does one of two things for us. It causes us to become very uncomfortable in His presence, or it causes us to have peace and joy knowing that He won’t find anything there that displeases Him. If we are pursuing the Lord as we ought to be, we will have nothing to fear. There is calm assurance for those who are letting the Lord be lord of their life.

The Lord is examining your heart right now. If you are uneasy at the thought of it, you need to bow before Him in repentance and let Him restore unto you the peace that only He can give.

C Through Marriage

About the Author:

Jim HughesSpending his formative years in Ft. Wayne, IN, Jim followed the love of his life to southeast Iowa where they married and have spent the majority of their lives. Jim has pastored several churches throughout his life and has worked many years in local factories to help support his family. The father of two married adult children and one son still at home, Jim is a first-time author.

C Through Marriage came into being through many years of pastoral and life experiences. The book first took on a life of its own over 20 years ago when I sought to address the much publicized moral failures of prominent leaders in the church. In the chaper on Chasity, I include the guideliness that I developed then to protect one’s self from such failures.

I am a firm believer in order to make sense out of life you have to use much common sense. We need to get back to the basics of what has worked for many, many generations. If is isn’t broke, why try to fix it? I strive to return to the basics of what really works in all my writings.

This site contains Third Party Advertising, using online behavioral tracking technology. Some of the links in the post above are affiliate links. This means if you click on the link and purchase the item, we will receive an affiliate commission. Regardless, we only recommend products or services we believe will add value to our readers.

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Christ Alone

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by Sherry Chamblee

Lately God’s been highlighting a couple things for me. I’ve seen articles written wondering why young people are leaving church, and why we don’t seem to be affecting our culture much lately.

A few weeks ago we were talking in church about the New Testament Christians, and what we think of when we think of “Christianity.” Most of us in the room responded from where we were before salvation, and at that point, they thought of Christianity as a set of rules, standards, the church service, even outreach ministries can be seen as “Christianity.”

It struck me then – the very first generation of Christians knew nothing of what we today term “Christianity.”   There were no programs. None. There were no fancy church services, or debates over whether to use a screen up front, or what sort of instruments to have on the stage, or what people ought to wear, or even how to reach our community in the most effective manner.  There was no curriculum teaching people how to go soul winning – no studies showing how to reach different demographics – no research into what the community wanted in church. None of that was “Christianity” to them.

They were literally only following Jesus Christ.  None of the rest of it existed, and they came to HIM, and Him alone, in droves.

If they weren’t an eyewitness themselves of Jesus Christ, then they came because of the personal witness of those telling the stories. They connected with the men and women talking about Jesus. They saw people they trusted whose lives had been radically changed, and they were drawn to that.

So how does that impact me today, 2,000+ years later?

I’ve started seeing Christianity as the trappings, and I need to get back to seeing it only as Jesus Christ. My relationship with Jesus is what my Christianity ought to look like to other people.

They shouldn’t see the programs my church runs, or the dynamic singing, or the standards and rules. They should see Christ and Christ alone.

This doesn’t mean programs and singing aren’t important, and it certainly doesn’t mean we abandon the standards or God’s rules for how He wants His children to act. What it does mean is that those should be overshadowed at first by my relationship with Christ.

Is He alive, or isn’t He?

Is He real to me, or isn’t He?

Do I have an actual relationship with Him, or don’t I?

That’s what people should see.

Christ alone.

About the Author:

Sherry Chamblee

Sherry grew up in various cities around northern and central California. This gave her all sorts of stories that sat and festered in her brain, waiting to be let loose. She eventually went to college in Wisconsin, where she met her equally frenetic husband, Rich. They have six (yes, count them) children, two dogs and a cat, and currently reside in a madhouse in the southern California area. As a family, they enjoy being active in their local church. Sherry spends her time writing when not caring for Granny, the kids, the dogs, the cat and any number of strays in the neighborhood.

Sherry Chamblee can be found at http://www.sherrychamblee.weebly.com Or check out her books at http://www.amazon.com/Sherry-Chamblee/e/B00BA06RJ2/

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The Art of Reading to Improve Your Writing

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by Precarious Yates

We can read tons of writing books explaining craft to us, but the single best way to improve our writing skills is by reading stories.

Whether these stories are nonfiction or wild fantasy, reading them does something to help writers that few other practices will do. When we read, our writer’s mind subconsciously (and sometimes consciously) picks up on what it is that makes a story work, and what hinders it. The more we find ourselves lost in a story, the more powerful these aspects of story implant themselves in our brain.

But what’s the best sort of book to read?

A lot of people will advise that you read within the genre that you’re going to write. If you write mystery, read mystery. If you write fantasy, read fantasy. If you write nonfiction, read nonfiction.

While this advice is very helpful, I suggest stretching yourself. Read outside of the genre you write. Read mysteries to add more mystery to your science fiction story. Read more fantasy to understand placement of descriptions in your romance stories so there aren’t a bunch of talking heads. Read historical novels to understand the emotional background of that contemporary coming of age story you’ve had floating around your mind for years.

Sometimes when I read, I find it hard to turn off my critical and editor brain. Do you ever have that happen? I see places where I would have written things differently, or where I have trouble suspending disbelief.

Other times, a story totally sweeps me away. It plays through my mind stronger than a movie and I’m on the stage as one of the characters. I love stories that completely transport me like that. Don’t you?

That’s what our readers are looking for too. And the more we fill our minds with stories like that, the more we’re able to make our own stories read like that.

While books on writing craft and skills can be very helpful, they don’t inform our mind about story structure and character arc the way that novels can.

What’s the best book you’ve read in the last few months (or year)? What is one story you’ve read that you got so lost in that you forgot to study the various aspects of what make it so awesome?

About the Author:

Precarious YatesPrecarious Yates has lived in 8 different states of the Union and 3 different countries, but currently lives in Texas with her husband, her daughter and their big dogs. When she’s not writing, she enjoys music, teaching, playing on jungle gyms, praying and reading. She holds a Masters in the art of making tea and coffee and a PhD in Slinky® disentangling.

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Will You be My Valentine? I mean, Free Reader?

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by Mary Findley

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Whether you’re a Valentine’s Day lover or hater, we hope you’re a free book lover! There are lots to choose from, including nine from Findley Family Video Publications. Come pay a visit to our facebook event page and see all the free books! Some are free only certain days so be sure to check throughout the three day event!

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Gems From Pastor Jim

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by Jim Hughes

CrossPs. 133:1 How wonderful it is, how pleasant, when brothers live together in harmony.

It is wonderful when we can get along. The problem is, it doesn’t happen as often or as well as it should. It seems like that there is always something that divides us. The reason why there are so many churches today is that people just did not get along as well as they could and should have. We know that no two people think exactly the same on everything, and that is the way it should be But, when we let our differences divide us instead of finding a way to live together in harmony, fellowship is broken.

Sometimes broken fellowship gets ugly. Sometimes the breach is so bad that there is no repairing it, even though we both claim to love and worship the same God. We miss out on so much that we can bring into each other’s life when we let our differences interfere with relationships we could have.

It is a wonderful thing when we learn to live together in harmony. If you are struggling to get along with someone, why not ask the Lord to help you find a way to set aside your differences? It is God’s desire that we strive to live peaceably with each other as much as we can.

I suspect that we could find a way to do it if we would only be willing to try. The Lord never tells us to do what can’t be done. If we do our part and try, much of what alienates us from each other will go away. Instead of wallowing around in justifying our severed relationships, we need to seek reconciliation as much as possible. We may not be able to mend the broken down fences, but at least we tried to live obediently and live peaceably with all men. Many broken relationships are never restored simply because no one would make the first move and reach out to the other.

It is God’s design and delight when we are able to live in harmony with each other. Much more can be done for Christ’s sake when we are pulling together instead of pulling each other apart.

Do you have any broken relationship that needs mending? Why not take the first step and reach out to those you are having trouble with? It is wonderful when God’s children get along with each other. It makes living so much more pleasant and easier. With Christ’s help, you can do.

C Through Marriage

About the Author:

Jim HughesSpending his formative years in Ft. Wayne, IN, Jim followed the love of his life to southeast Iowa where they married and have spent the majority of their lives. Jim has pastored several churches throughout his life and has worked many years in local factories to help support his family. The father of two married adult children and one son still at home, Jim is a first-time author.

C Through Marriage came into being through many years of pastoral and life experiences. The book first took on a life of its own over 20 years ago when I sought to address the much publicized moral failures of prominent leaders in the church. In the chaper on Chasity, I include the guideliness that I developed then to protect one’s self from such failures.

I am a firm believer in order to make sense out of life you have to use much common sense. We need to get back to the basics of what has worked for many, many generations. If is isn’t broke, why try to fix it? I strive to return to the basics of what really works in all my writings.

This site contains Third Party Advertising, using online behavioral tracking technology. Some of the links in the post above are affiliate links. This means if you click on the link and purchase the item, we will receive an affiliate commission. Regardless, we only recommend products or services we believe will add value to our readers.

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Creatively Worshiping

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by Ruth O’Neil

Most of us would not have any trouble coming up with several forms of worship. Every Sunday many of us perform some of the methods of worship by singing, praying, and Bible reading. The Bible talks about worshiping in a lot of different passages. We read about singing and praying in James 5:13, bowing in Psalm 95:6, clapping in psalm 47:1, lifting up our hands in Psalm 63:4, and even dancing in Psalm 149:3.

These forms of worship can be very limiting. Some people do not like to sing, dance, or raise their arms. Some people are much quieter in their worship. Just because you don’t see someone worshiping in a way that you think is appropriate, certainly does not mean there is nothing going on inside the head and the heart.

Just about anything we do or any talent we have can be a form of worship. Worship can be in the form of drama, writing, sign language, photography, or anything else you enjoy doing can be focused as worship toward the Savior.

Drama can often move people to tears, which means there is a stirring in the soul. Many churches put on huge drama productions, especially during the holiday seasons of Christmas and Easter. These productions are used as a form of worship not only for the people involved, but also for all those in attendance.

Writing can be another form of worship. There are many writers who pray over every word they write. Writing can be a solitary form of worship as well. I had one friend who would write out her prayers to God every day. That was part of her worship.

Taking photographs to capture an image of creation for others to enjoy is another form of worship. Not everyone can travel and not everyone can take pictures, but everyone can enjoy a good photograph.

I knew one woman who used her hands in sign language as part of her worship. It not only involved her voice and her heart during singing, but also her hands.

I recently heard a statement that said, “What story would God write if you would only surrender the pen?” We were created to worship God. God gave each and every one of use different and unique talents. He would not have given them to us without expecting us to use them for His glory in return. Think about that special talent you have. Hand it over to God and ask for Him to show you how you can use it as a form of worship. You will be surprised at how He answers.

About the Author:

Ruth OneilRuth O’Neil has been writing for over 20 years. She has published hundreds of articles in numerous publications. She loves to touch the emotions when she writes. “If I can make one person laugh or cry, I’ll consider myself successful.” Her first novel “Come Eat at My Table” has just come out in ebook form and can be purchased on her website. She homeschools her three children (well, one now, as two have graduated). She and her husband have been married for 20-plus years. In her spare time she enjoys quilting, crafting, and reading. You can visit her on her blog at ruths-real-life (dot)blogspot.com or her website at ruthoneil (dot)weebly.com

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A Review Revisited: Saving Justice

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by Paula Rose  

This review originally appeared on Books-N-Reviews on Publishers Marketplace by Paula Rose http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/members/booksnreviews/

Publisher: Serenade Books | Published: March 24, 2015 | Format: eBook and Paperback | ASIN: B00T3P5KLM  (198 pages) and ISBN: 9781942265023 (196 pages) | Series: Heart of the City Book 2 | Origin: Publisher

Saving Justice

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Thoughts:

Inside Saving Justice, author Susan Crawford crafts an amazing story featuring down-to-earth characters and their troubles!

I enjoyed meeting Kinley Reid who is a teacher inside the neighborhood of Martindale at an elementary school and Mr. Nash McGuire who is a grumpy fellow with a helpful heart who grew up on the frontline of Martindale’s issues.

However, it was Justice who stole my heart.

Justice is a child with great weight on his small shoulders and a big need for family and love. He has much good inside of him, but he is being taught the darker side of bad and lands in a heap of trouble.

***This opinion is my own.***

Preview:

In Martindale’s school system, Kinley Reid’s job isn’t just about her grade’s curriculum. She’s all in for her students. Many of the children live in a troubled area ravaged by violence, drugs, and decay, but this teacher wants to make a difference because she knows firsthand how bad things will happen.

Meanwhile, Mr. Nash McGuire suffered through a life that was both hard and dangerous in Martindale. Thankfully, he made it out alive, but he’s been dragged back to the area by long-ignored family obligations when he meets a teacher named Kinley Reid. This woman doesn’t belong here in Martindale and has to realize he doesn’t and won’t share her optimism, but can he ignore her?

However, when Justice finds out his teacher is at his home, about—his skipping school—it becomes the beginning of a downhill spiral of bad choices, bad behavior, and bad connections that eventually lead him right into juvie and court.

Once help arrives, it can bring him more choices, better options, and some friends. He will lose some people from his life if he chooses the help, but what will he gain?

About the Author:

Paula RoseAuthor Paula Rose brings an “average” family into extraordinary situations, brushes with life-size strokes of reality, adding just a touch of humor, and coats with suspense inside Christian fiction. Paula’s research gives readers a panoramic view from law enforcement and lends to character authenticity. She enjoys writing in the romantic suspense, suspense, and mystery genres, but when she’s not writing, Paula Rose is reading or playing amateur photographer. Member of ACFW. 2015 Genesis Contest judge. NetGalley member. 2014 Grace Awards judge.

Website: http://paularosebooks.com/ Blog: http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/members/booksnreviews/

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Joyful Security

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by Charles Haddon Spurgeon

I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. (Isaiah 41:10)

Fear of falling is wholesome. To be venturesome is no sign of wisdom. Times come to us when we feel that we must go down unless we have a very special support. Here we have it. God’s right hand is a grand thing to lean upon. Mind, it is not only His hand, though it keepeth heaven and earth in their places, but His right hand: His power united with skill, His power where it is most dexterous. Nay, this is not all; it is written, “I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.” That hand which He uses to maintain His holiness and to execute His royal sentences—this shall be stretched out to hold up His trusting ones. Fearful is our danger, but joyful is our security. The man whom God upholds, devils cannot throw down.

Weak may be our feet, but almighty is God’s right hand. Rough may be the road, but Omnipotence is our upholding. We may boldly go forward. We shall not fall. Let us lean continually where all things lean. God will not withdraw His strength, for His righteousness is there as well. He will be faithful to His promise, and faithful to His Son, and therefore faithful to us. How happy we ought to be! Are we not so?

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Gems From Pastor Jim

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by Jim Hughes

CrossPs. 130:3-4 LORD, if you kept a record of our sins, who, O LORD, could ever survive? But you offer forgiveness, that we might learn to fear you.

If I had to single out which of God’s blessings mean the most to me, this would be right at the top of the list. I have sinned a lot in my lifetime. I have done and said things that I wish I could take back or forget. I still do things that are sin to God. If the Lord were to keep track of each one and record them to hold them against me, I would have zero chance of ever making it to heaven.

But, instead of keeping a record of my wrong doings, the Lord forgives me. Not only does He forgive me, He wipes the slate clean with a permanent cleaning solution (His blood) so that they are remembered no more. Only the Lord is able to do that. We can forgive, but we can’t forget everything. Forgiveness is the ultimate proof of love. We don’t deserve to be forgiven. We don’t deserve the opportunity to learn how to live in fellowship with God and to fear Him.

When we are forgiven by the Lord, we must forgive ourselves. We can’t undo what has been done and said. We accept God’s forgiveness and make a covenant with Him that we will move forward in grace and not live in the past. We let go of the pain and sufferings we may have caused. We let go of the consequences of our sins. Where we can, we strive to right the wrong of what we have done, but where we can’t, we let the blood of Christ set us free from the past.

When we are forgiven by the Lord, we extend His forgiveness to others. They may not change their ways, but we can change ours. We can in Christ forgive and learn to love those who wrong us. In fact, we can’t really love the Lord unless we do.

When we are forgiven, we learn how to fear the Lord. We learn how to respect Him for who He is. We learn how to keep Him in our thoughts and let him govern our lives. We learn how to pay attention to what He says and do it.

Thank you, Lord, for amazing grace.

C Through Marriage

About the Author:

Jim HughesSpending his formative years in Ft. Wayne, IN, Jim followed the love of his life to southeast Iowa where they married and have spent the majority of their lives. Jim has pastored several churches throughout his life and has worked many years in local factories to help support his family. The father of two married adult children and one son still at home, Jim is a first-time author.

C Through Marriage came into being through many years of pastoral and life experiences. The book first took on a life of its own over 20 years ago when I sought to address the much publicized moral failures of prominent leaders in the church. In the chaper on Chasity, I include the guideliness that I developed then to protect one’s self from such failures.

I am a firm believer in order to make sense out of life you have to use much common sense. We need to get back to the basics of what has worked for many, many generations. If is isn’t broke, why try to fix it? I strive to return to the basics of what really works in all my writings.

This site contains Third Party Advertising, using online behavioral tracking technology. Some of the links in the post above are affiliate links. This means if you click on the link and purchase the item, we will receive an affiliate commission. Regardless, we only recommend products or services we believe will add value to our readers.

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