So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria; God, life and a small black dog


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Happy Christmas!

To all my family and friends, blog followers, facebook groups, and fellow authors.

It’s the biggest birthday of the year and of all time.

In these times, of fear, illness, doubt and people being stubborn about wearing masks, let’s remember God’s grace, and the gift given that we’ve never deserved!

When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

Luke 2, v 17-20


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Kickstart!

Our little house group asked for a kickstart, and this is what we got! We all have an instinctive knowledge of God, but it is at our peril that we ignore him when we opt in or out of belief.Bevere uses an allegory to show just what will happen to us, not only when we die, but on the judgement day. Scary and a real wake up call. It’s there in the Bible, but we all pass it by with complacency.As Christians, believing in Jesus, yes, we do get to heaven, but there is a life accounting to be made. I’m sure that I’m not just loving God for the rewards that Bevere goes on about. After all, you don’t love someone for them to thank you. For me, it’s the being with him. But then again, if something I’ve written or said brings a person to know Jesus, I’d like to know, that would be a reward for me.My first reaction was to yell, help to God, is this true? I’m sorry if I’ve goofed, let‘s start again, I repent. I thought I was in your will. Out walking I began praying in tongues and at work listening to the Bible on the phone, it took a while to find a UK voice! Not that it would make God love me anymore, but to let his word and spirit wash over me and clean and heal me. Was I still his beloved Anna? When I was a new Christian I heard this said behind me and jumped out of my skin!Then I began to consider the peace I had found writing and claimed that I felt this IS his will. He had given me the plots for the books in dreams, and I feel such a peace and contentment in this life now I’m doing it. Especially when creating, I can’t wait for the new day, however mundane.I began to wonder if my not writing, which I started in 1991, if I had kept on, what sort of writer for him I would now be. I have a talent for wrong decisions. Now I’m right and I’m holding on to it.I was also convicted that I needed to be giving Dave more respect, and to stop moaning and grumbling about him in my head, and when I asked Holy spirit, he stopped me (well mostly) we are so happy at the moment, even if not perfect. Both loners together, at this point of my change, I am so happy with him and he seems so too. I am at times aware of how much I do love him and when I’m engulfed in that, I send that feeling of love on to God as well.The other morning, while walking the dog, I was saying to God how do I witness to people in my situation here at the moment, the answer came autobiography, so that will come next year. Something I’ve avoided for years. I feel as if I’m in the calm, centre eye of the storm in his safety. I am in the right place now!Not that there aren’t lessons. Reading Bevere, about being jealous of other’s successes. I am. I must realise these books are Gods, funded by his money. I need to let God market and concentrate on writing his words. But being a perfectionist, I have to go on and on at the words till I feel they are perfect. But he okayed using the book marketing company, so he will use them. It’s his money.The Bevere book also has the best explanation of dying to self I’ve read. It’s the world set of carnal values that are about you, money, politics, ideology, replacing them with Jesus, so these values just don’t mean anything to you. Only God.Lastly healing. I’ve had my diverticulitis, my unbelief due to the symptoms taking over. I believe in speaking to my mountain as I am a born again Christian and believe the power of the risen Christ is in me. So now I say, in the carnal, symptoms you are toast, you are being treated by carnal medicine, and you are healed supernaturally. Illness, you’re pants. As you see or imagine yourself well, that builds hope, increases faith and enables the healing. A recent bug, I said you have a day symptoms, then you are gone, and the next morning they were! My unbelief is shrinking and my faith building, but I have a long way to go.


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Guest Post; Leah Meahl

I am so pleased to introduce Leah Meahl, a Christian author, whose first book is now on pre-release!

The greatest gift that I ever received without even knowing it was my mother’s prayers over me as a baby. I’ve seen the effect they’ve had on my life over the years. One such prayer was that I would be used for the glory of God’s purposes. At this stage of my life, I believe I’m just beginning to scratch the surface of that purpose.

I’m a Yankee girl with the NY accent to prove it, but with the loving hospitality baked in from living most of my life in Greenville, South Carolina. I believe they call us GRITS: Girls Raised In The South.

Though introverted and shy at heart, I’ve grown up with the desire for storytelling. I grew up in church and community theatre and discovered that I have an acting bug with a knack for singing. I got into the writing scene, however, after being enchanted by a teen romance that may or may not have included a vampire. My taste has grown since then, trust me.

When Jesus called to some of His disciples, He said that they would no longer be considered fishermen, but fishers of men. Similarly, I feel that Jesus has called me to no longer be a storyteller, but to be a teller of His stories. Everything I write has His influence, and my desire is for people to see and hear and understand His influence in their life.

My debut novella, The Threshold, is a true testament to God’s grace and guidance in fulfilling the desires of your heart once they’re surrendered to Him. I couldn’t have continued the writing and publishing process without Him.

Speaking of the writing process, when I begin to craft a book, I need to get deep into a daydreaming state. It usually includes talking to myself. Typically, that’s when the idea first arrives. It takes the form of a snip-it or a moment played out in my mind. If I think it’s intriguing, I build a storyline from that moment. Who was involved? How did this moment come about? What’s the result of this moment taking place?

For the most part, I do a lot of pre-thinking and organizing before I start writing, just to make sure this could be a plausible reality. When a good portion of the plot is planned out, I begin writing. You can plan all you want though, but the writing is when the tale begins to truly blossom.

Unlike when I was younger, I read Christian fiction and non-fiction. I love stories with supernatural elements and mystery but having a love interest is a definite must for me. My favorite book is The Shack by Paul M. Young. It’s the only book I’ve read twice which clinches the fact it’s my favorite. I don’t like to reread books because I’d rather use the time to experience something new.

What used to be a strange concept when The Shack first came out, became a beautiful story that moved me to look at my relationship with God with a new perspective. I had to read it again, so that I could retain the deep spiritual truths it held about healing and loss and trusting God in everything. I highly recommend checking it out.

Be encouraged that whatever God has for your life can be accomplished with faith, prayer, and trust. With those fundamentals propelling you forward, all that’s left is to watch and see what God will do.

 


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Happy Easter!

He is risen! Easter is the most important Christian feast day, the basis of our belief. No other faith reaches out to you and gives, no rules, no works, just pure love. Beat that.


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The Fig Tree

The story of how Jesus cursed the Fig tree and how it died from the roots up, being found dead the next day, always had me feeling this explanation had something lacking. This tree in the picture is a Birch tree that was recently felled. Now it’s spring, the roots are sending sap running out of the bole like its wet. My first thought when I saw this, made me feel queasy as I saw it like someone being beheaded, all the, no head but the body still functioning for a while-YUK!

The I realised this puts the parable into reality for me, you can’t kill a tree until the roots are dead, so it had to be like that. If the leaves had just died they could have grown back, Duh moment!


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Happy Christmas!

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A blessed and wonderful day to all who follow my blog personally, or on Facebook!  Maybe take a minute to remember just whose Birthday we are celebrating!!!!  Anna and Swingle!