Tuesday, June 2, 2015

God's Promises in Trials



It was the 1990s, and my husband had just been diagnosed with a non-curable (at the time) form of non-Hodgkins lymphoma. The children were 16, 14, 10, and 7. An envelop arrived in the mail ... and it did immeasurable good.  (Well, immeasurable by me, anyway. I'm sure the angels are still keeping track.) A reader had sent me a copy of something her pastor gave to people facing tough times. A few pieces of paper stapled together. A promise from the Bible and Scripture illuminating the promise. The verses had been typed out. No effort needed. Just read. Be comforted. Hang on. 

I carried that gift with me for years and referenced it countless times. By God's grace, I hung on. All these years later, that gift still speaks to me personally. But it's gone further. When I speak on the subject "Got Hope?", I offer that hand-out ... with a slight change. I encourage others to select the verses that are most meaningful to them ... in the version they are most familiar with ... and then to write those out so that they, too, will have a lifeline ready when it's needed. No effort. Just read. Be comforted. Hang on.

So today, I offer the content of that hand-out below, along with a few of my favorite verses. But you will find your own.

 "Now may the Lord of peace Himself continually grant you peace in every circumstance." 2 Thessalonians 3:16

God's Promises in Trials

ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD

          Romans 8:28-39            2 Corinthians 4:16-18
            Philippians 4:19             Ephesians 1:22-23
            2 Corinthians 9:8           2 Timothy 4:18
            Ephesians 1:13-14         I Peter 5:6-7
            John 1:16-17
                   
OUR LIFE IS NOT OUR OWN

          Colossians 3:1-3            I John 5:4-5
            Ephesians 2:6               John 5:24
            Galatians 2:20               John 16:33
            I Corinthians 6:19-20

GOD HAS NOT GIVEN US A SPIRIT OF FEAR

          2 Timothy 1:7               John 3:17-18
            I John 4:18                   2 Corinthians 3:17
            Luke 12:25-26               Psalms 118:5-6
            Matthew 6:31-34           Hebrews 4:9-10
            Psalms 34:4                  Matthew 6:25-26
            John 14:27                    Philippians 4:6-7
            Matthew 10:29-31

WHEN WE ARE FAITHLESS, HE IS FAITHFUL

          I Corinthians 1:9           Matthew 6:28-30
            I Corinthians 10:13        Hebrews 6:17-20
            Hebrews 10:23              James 1:5
            2 Timothy 2:13              Romans 5:3-5
            Hebrews 13:5-6             John 6:35
            2 Thessalonians 3:3      Psalms 68:19

WHEN WE ARE WEAK, HE IS STRONG

          2 Corinthians 12:9-10    Isaiah 30:21
            2 Corinthians 1:3-4        I Peter 1:6-7
          Hebrews 4:16               Ephesians 3:20-12
            Matthew 11:28-30         James 1:2-4

          2 Thessalonians 2:16-17    Jude 1:24-25                 
           Ephesians 3:12

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Christian Fiction Scavenger Hunt STOP #4 (Pink Team)


I hope you enjoyed this spring's event! The contest has ended, but there's no reason not to enjoy author Beth White's post below about her new release, Creole Princess. Happy Monday!

Welcome to the Christian Fiction Scavenger Hunt! I am a part of TEAM PINK and this is Stop #4. 

[If you’re just joining us, there are two loops—pink and purple—and they begin at Lisa Bergren’s site http://lisatawnbergren.com/2015/04/christian-fiction-scavenger-hunt-stop-1-purple-team/ and Robin Hatcher’s site http://www.robinleehatcher.com/christian-fiction-scavenger-hunt-stop-1-pink-team fhttp://www.robinleehatcher.com/christian-fiction-scavenger-hunt-stop-1-pink-team for stop #1 for either stream.] If you complete either the pink loop or the purple loop, you can enter for a Kindle paperwhite and the 17 autographed books from that loop. If you complete BOTH loops, you can enter for the Grand Prize of a Kindle Fire HDX and ALL 34 autographed books (by adding up all the Secret Numbers). So write everything down as you go--if you run out of time, you can return to it later.

The hunt begins at NOON Mountain Time on April 16 and ends at MIDNIGHT Mountain Time on April 19, 2015. That means you have 3.5 days to complete all 34 stops, to enter all individual, pink, purple, and Grand Prize contests, and to maximize your changes for a prize. Winners will be announced on April 20, 2015.

ALSO, please don’t use Internet Explorer to navigate through the loops. Some web sites won’t show up using IE. Please use Chrome or Firefox—they’re better anyway!]
Beth White


Without further ado, it’s my pleasure to introduce you to my guest for the Scavenger Hunt, Beth White. It’s been my personal joy over the years to cheer on Beth’s talented music students (her day job is teaching music at an inner-city high school), and now it’s a blessing to introduce you to her books.

Beth is the award-winning author of The Pelican Bride. A native Mississippian, she teaches music at an inner-city high school in historic Mobile, Alabama. Her novels have won the American Christian Fiction Writers’ Carol Award, the RT Book Club Reviewers’ Choice Award, and the Inspirational Reader’s Choice Award.

Here’s the summary of her latest book, The Creole Princess

Torn between loyalties to family and flag, one young woman is about to discover that her most important allegiance is to her heart.

            It is 1776 and all along the eastern seaboard, the American struggle for independence rages. But in the British-held southern port of Mobile, Alabama, the conflict brewing is much quieter—though no less deadly.
            Lyse Lanier may be French in heritage, but she spends most of her time in the company of the ebullient daughter of the British commander of Mobile. When a charming young Spanish merchant docks in town, Lyse is immediately struck by his easy wit and flair for the dramatic. But is he truly who he makes himself out to be? Spies abound, and Spain has yet to choose a side in the American conflict. Is Lyse simply an easy mark for Rafael Gonzalez to exploit? Or are his overtures of love as genuine as Spanish gold?
            Beth White invites you to step into a world of intrigue and espionage from a little-known slice of the American Revolutionary War.

And here’s her EXCLUSIVE content, that you’ll only find in this hunt!

Five Fascinating People from the American Revolution You’ve Never Heard Of

               I researched the Colonial period for the second book of The Gulf Coast Chronicles, The Creole Princess, I kept running across information that had me thinking, That is amazing!—Why have I never heard of this person before!? Some of those amazing people became characters in my novel, some inspired mixed versions of themselves, and some even triggered major plot twists. Even if you’re not a history nerd like me, I thought it might be fun to introduce some of those folks.
               At the onset of hostilities, England actually possessed fifteen American colonies. We automatically think of the thirteen rebellious colonies located in New England and along the eastern seaboard, but East Florida and West Florida both remained loyal to the mother country until they were invaded by Spain in 1780-1781. Recent release of documents held in Spanish archives reveals the significance of Spanish colonial involvement in the American struggle for independence.
               So without further ado, meet my Top Five: Bernardo Gálvez, Feliciana Estrehan, Oliver Pollock, Elias Durnford, and James Willing. Hopefully, these brief introductions will whet your appetite for further study of this fascinating and little-known slice of American history.


Brigadier-General Don Bernardo de GálvezAppointed governor of the Spanish colony of Louisiana in 1777, Gálvez was son of one of King Carlos III’s most trusted military advisors and nephew to respected minster of the Indies José de Gálvez. A strong, charismatic leader, Bernardo demonstrated a genius for secretly funneling funds, supplies, arms and ammunition to the Americans. Via a well-developed network of spies, he gathered, absorbed and disseminated vital intelligence. His strategy for invading the ports of Baton Rouge, Mobile, and Pensacola succeeded despite catastrophic weather conditions and miscommunication from the chain of command above him. Though he remained a loyal Spanish administrator and military commander, Gálvez held a deep sympathy for the American cause and maintained lifelong friendships with their leaders.

María Feliciana de Saint-Maxent Estrehan—This beautiful New Orleans widow of French-Creole extraction won the heart of the dashing young Governor Gálvez. They married in December of 1777, and Feliciana proved to be a powerful influence in Spanish-American politics during the Revolution.

Oliver Pollock—A merchant of Irish descent who early threw in his lot with the American experiment, Pollock invested his entire significant fortune in the Cause—to the point that he ended up bankrupt and in debtors prison. Only after his death were his debts forgiven by Congress and his status as a major Revolutionary financier recognized. Pollock, appointed as an official agent of the Continental Congress, served as one of Gálvez’s most trusted aides-de-camp.

Colonel Elias Durnford—This cultured and educated British officer and civil engineer laid out the city of Pensacola, Florida, after it was ceded by the Spanish in the 1763 treaty of Versailles. Durnford spent a short stint as acting governor of West Florida until the arrival of Governor Peter Chester in 1770, when he became Lieutenant-Governor. Durnford was tapped to command Fort Charlotte in Mobile during the Spanish invasion of 1780.

Captain James Willing—Willing’s name rates many mentions in the annals of Gulf Coast history, and it appears people either loved him or loathed him. A passionate American patriot, Willing began his career as a merchant in the settlement of Natchez and ended as commander of several lucrative American raids of English plantations along the Mississippi River. He would swarm ashore with his troops, scoop up slaves and anything else salable, and continue to New Orleans, where he would put the merchandise up for auction and funnel the proceeds to the American cause. He also took it upon himself to sail into the British port of Mobile and distribute copies of the controversial Declaration of Independence among the citizens, in an attempt to proselytize—which landed him in the Fort Charlotte guardhouse for an extended period.

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THE SCAVENGER HUNT SKINNY:

Thanks for stopping by! Before you go, make sure you WRITE DOWN THESE CLUES:
Secret Word(s): dangerous.
Secret Number: 99 (chosen because it feels like I rewrite every page of my work-in-progress at least that many times before I'm remotely satisfied with the story)
When you've finished the Pink Hunt, enter for the pink team grand prize here: http://www.robinleehatcher.com/christian-fiction-scavenger-hunt-stop-18-pink-team-entry-form/

Got ‘em down?? Great! Your next stop is #5, Beth White’s site. https://bethsquill.wordpress.com/2015/04/15/christian-fiction-scavenger-hunt-stop-5/. Click on over there now (or look below to also enter Stephanie's bonus give-away). If you get lost, a complete list of the loop with links can be found at our mother host’s site http://www.robinleehatcher.com/christian-fiction-scavenger-hunt-pink-team-authors-stops.

BONUS GIVE-AWAY FROM STEPH:

Win both of Stephanie’s FaithWords titles A Captain for Laura Rose and Daughter of the Regiment)
 
PLUS be one of the first to read a copy of Stephanie’s fall novella in the Civil War collection A Basket Brigade Christmas as soon as it’s available this September.








To be entered in the drawing to win, do two things:

1) Click on this link and “like” my Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/StephanieGraceWhitsonofficial

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That’s it! If you win, Stephanie will contact you by e-mail for a shipping address. Winners will be selected and announced the afternoon of April 20. The drawing has been made. I am awaiting confirmation and will post the winner's name as promised this afternoon.





Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Thomas P. Kennard House in Lincoln, Nebraska

Thomas P. Kennard was Nebraska's first Secretary of State, and his1869 Italianate home is the oldest structure still standing on the capitol city's original plat. The house was open to the public last December, and I loved revisiting. Stepping through the front door was an exercise in time travel to this historical novelist. To get an idea of the "buzz" that this house would have created when it was going up, take a look at the photo to the right, which shows a view of the house from the new state capitol building. Would you say that locating a state capitol in this place was an exercise in faith in good things to come? Can you imagine moving to this treeless plain from Indiana? I wonder at Mrs. Kennard's reaction. I wonder if she ever climbed the winding stair (or ladder) to that cupola and looked East and longed for home. And trees. I wonder if I'd been

I love taking advantage of the opportunity to see this lovely old homes and to imagine the lives of those who lived in them. That's my granddauhter heading up to the front door.

The corbels and other architectural elements on the exterior are lovely ... but I'm glad it isn't my job to keep them painted!

The first thing I noticed stepping inside was how very dim the lighting was compared to what I'm accustomed to in 2015.

Isn't that walnut bed gorgeous? I love everything about this room ... the burled walnut headboard, the hair wreath in the oval frame on the opposite wall ... and the very early treadle sewing machine that is just out of sight at the lower left of the photograph.  The needlepoint upholstered chair is sitting at that machine. I have a needlepoint chair from that era that belonged to Jennie Venetress Kingsbury, my husband's grandmother. I did the needlepoint on the chair, and I can see it just over the top of my laptop screen as I type this blog post.

I have a pair of redwork pillow covers like those on the bed as well that I enjoy sharing with folks when I give a quilt history program. Mine are dated 1869.

And here's something that makes me want to go back to this house ... do you see the date on the drop of the bedcover? I didn't even see that when I was standing in the doorway taking this photograph. Is that date stuffed work? I don't know ... but if my eyes aren't fooling me, that date is 1869. Who made it? For what special occasion? Inevitably, a visit to a house like this fills my mind with questions.

Do you love visiting historic homes? Do you have a favorite memory?







Friday, December 12, 2014

Plum Pudding

As promised in my December 12 blog post over at www.HHHistory.com ... a recipe I honestly cannot imagine taking on. If "beat thirty minutes" didn't ward me off .... "boil seven hours" would! My hat's off to the cooks of old!

Plum Pudding, No. 1
from Manual for Army Cooks, 1896

Note: The above recipe is enough for thirty men.The ingredients of this pudding, with the exception of the eggs and milk, should be prepared the day before the pudding is to be made.

2 qts. sifted flour
2 qts. bread crumbsa
four pounds suet, freed from fiber and chopped moderately fine
four pounds raisins, picked, seeded, chopped, and dredged with flour
sixteen eggs, whites and yolks beaten separately
two qts. sweet milk (or equivalent of condensed milk)
1/4 lb. citron, cut fine and dredged with flour
grated rind of one lemon
1 Tbsp. ground ginger
1 Tbsp. ground cinnamon
1 tsp. ground cloves

Into a deep pan or dish put the ingredients in the following order, incorporating them thoroughly: First, the beaten yolks of the eggs; then one-half the milk; then the flour, bread crumbs, suet, spices, and lemon rind; then the remainder of the milk, or as much of it as will make a thick batter; then the beaten whites or the eggs; and last the dredged fruit.

Beat the mixture for thirty minutes, put it into the prepared bag or bags, and boil seven hours. Serve hot with sauce. 


Monday, December 8, 2014

The Historic Ferguson House in Lincoln, Nebraska

Located just across the street from the Nebraska State Capitol Building, the Ferguson House was built between 1909 and 1911. William Henry Ferguson came to Nebraska from Illinois in 1879 by covered wagon. He helped introduce winter wheat and alfalfa to Nebraska. He owned grain elevators and farms, a creamery, a brick company, and an amusement park (Capital Beach). At a time when an average two-story, three bedroom house cost $3,000-$4,000, the Fergusons' mansion cost about $38,000. It would be the family home until Mrs. Ferguson passed away at the age of 103. Today, the home is a working office for the Nebraska Environmental Trust. I visited this past Sunday for a Christmas Open House and was totally entranced by the grandeur that is still evident in every room. Here are a few photographs.
Welcome to the Fergusons!
The stairs that lead up from the foyer just inside that lovely front door.
Stained and leaded glass windows frame the fireplace in the large formal living room.
Mahogany in the formal dining room.
One of two Mission (or Craftsman?) style bedrooms
Architectural details fascinate me.
This is in the master bedroom.

Up and Up and Up to the third floor ball room.
What secrets might have been shared between couples
having a little tete-a-tete in those cozy little niches?


My mother was a maid, so I'm always
interested in the servants' areas of
a grand home. This is the servants'
staircase. Two maids had rooms up on the
third floor. A docent said that the butler
had quarters over the carriage house.
I didn't get a photo of the carriage house,
but it's still there--and beautiful.
And the inner front door. Look at that "bent" wood framing the
glass panels. So graceful.

The north side of the house. The door opens into the formal parlor.

Next door to the Ferguson House is the Kennard House, an Italianate style mansion built in 1869 for the first Secretary of State in Nebraska. Photos forthcoming! 

Monday, November 24, 2014

A Tribute to My Brother, Larry Marvin Irvin

Left to right Joseph Albert Irvin, Cecil Irvin,
infant Larry Irvin, his father Grayson Irvin
(seated) Willis Irvin ... Five Generations

 My Brother, Larry Marvin Irvin
 February 21, 1941–November 24, 2014
(a tribute by the spoiled brat little sister, 
born when he was ten years old)

My earliest memory of my brother, Larry, involves two incidents at 1426 Lake Avenue in E. St. Louis, Illinois, the house we lived in when I (the “caboose”) arrived. First, the aftermath of falling off the crossbar when he was giving me a ride on his bike and my throwing up something red (concussion?) and everyone freaking out until they realized I’d had red soda (we called it “soda”) to drink ; the other, his bringing home a banana spider from the grocery store where he worked and releasing it in our back yard. The critter was little more than a curiosity to a teenage boy. To this little sister who had a fear of spiders broaching on arachnophobia, it meant being very careful whenever I went out to play on the swing set near the propane tank in the back yard.
Big brothers Larry & David
 Mother looking on
Stephanie trying to escape
            I remember visiting him when he was working for a funeral home in the Chicago area. They had aquariums built in the wall of the visitation room and two identical doors … one leading to Larry’s apartment and the other into the “business part” of the funeral home. I couldn’t remember which was which.
            I remember his kindness when I got sick right before his 1963 wedding. I thought I was better, but I couldn’t even make it through the service and felt so humiliated when I had to be helped off the altar. Both he and his bride were more worried about me than about a “ruined” wedding. Such unselfish love. Which pretty much characterizes my memories of my brother.
            In all the adventures and misadventures of my life, I always knew that if I ever needed him, Larry would come running, no matter what it took. In 2001, when my first husband was dying, Larry drove ten hours to my home town, first to spend time with the brother-in-law he loved, and second to accompany me to interview several funeral homes about the impending services. He was a silent encourager and a knowledgeable presence, giving of his life’s work in a time when I needed guidance. When my husband died, Larry came at a moment’s notice, quietly and confidently assisting the local funeral director as both a consummate professional and a beloved brother and brother-in-law. Again, he modeled unselfish love.
            When I re-married, Larry took the time to drive to Kansas City, pick up our brother, David, and come to the wedding. They both gave a big chunk of their lives to that special day for me. Again, putting me first.
            When I wrote a book about “how to help a grieving friend,” Larry endorsed it. He never failed to be a cheerleader for my writing life.
            He never once forgot a birthday. He wrote personal message in the cards that he sent, and I cherish them to this day. He wrote a tender letter to my children and me on the first anniversary of my husband and their father’s death. Another cherished testimony to his loving concern.
            Just today, I pulled out and re-read some of those sweet wishes. One ends with a rhyme I will co-opt for this day, as Larry has entered eternity and I remain on earth:

… and even though we have to be apart,
please understand that you mean more than ever,
And I’ll be right beside you in my heart.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

He Maketh No Mistake

We have been dealing with some less-than-happy family news in recent days, and I've returned to my personal "Book of Comforts" for precious reminders. Since I know that trials are common to all humans, I just thought I'd share this one in a more public way. Whatever you are facing, I hope it brings comfort. It came to me via a beloved aunt who graduated to heaven (because of breast cancer) long, long, ago. She had lost a teenage child (my cousin) and knew great sorrow. The poem still comforts me, as does her memory.        

He Maketh No Mistake
by A.M. Overton

My Father's way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I'm glad I know,
He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I'll trust my Lord to lead
For He doth know the way.

Tho' night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break;
I'll pin my faith, my all in Him,
He maketh no mistake.

There's so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight's far too dim;
But come what may, I'll simply trust
And leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift
And plain it all He'll make.
Through all the way, tho' dark to me,
He made not one mistake.