The Power Behind Thanksgiving

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It is said, “It is not the happy people who are thankful, but the thankful people who are happy.” My heart agrees with this statement. I have been acquainted with both sorrow and joy, days where I’ve felt I needed Jesus to help me breathe and days when I felt all my world was perfect. And behind those moments, under the layers of life, I had to cling to thankfulness. On sad days to help me overcome and on great days to keep me stable and humble.

There was a period in my life where it was dark. I remember vividly pacing the room, my face tear-stained and my heart overwhelmed with burdens, and my strained voiced telling God everything I was thankful for. Looking back, it seems no big deal. But at the time, it was an enormous struggle. I wanted to feel sorry for myself, to wallow in the misery of sad events that I felt plagued my existence. So I kept thanking and thanking, for the little things, for the big things, and everything in between. My tears had dried, and my heart lightened. A thread of joy wove into my voice and I was awed by the wonder of it.

So tomorrow is the day we Americans stuff ourselves silly. I think it might be a good idea to do that with our hearts as well. Let’s stuff our heart so full with thanksgiving and gratitude that there’s no room for complaining. Feed on the faithfulness of our huge God and starve the negativity that wrestles for prominence in our hearts. For we truly have a million reasons to be thankful and all of them lie in the nail-scarred hands of our Savior.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Wild Montana Skies Review

 

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I’ve had the privilege to read Wild Montana Skies by Susan May Warren and found it captivating from page one.

Here’s the back cover blurb:

Search and rescue pilot Kacey Fairing is home on leave in Mercy Falls, Montana, twelve years after she joined the military to escape the mistakes of her past. With a job waiting for her as the new lead pilot of Peak Rescue in Glacier National Park, Kacey hopes to reconnect with the now-teenage daughter she sees only between deployments. What she doesn’t realize is that someone else is also back in town.

Ben King has been building his country music career since the day Kacey shut him out of her life. Now all of that’s on hold when his injured father calls him home to help run Peak Rescue until he’s fully recovered. It doesn’t take long, though, to discover his father’s ulterior motives as Kacey Fairing walks into the house and back into his heart.

With Mercy Falls in a state of emergency due to flash floods, Kacey and Ben are forced to work together to save lives. But when floodwaters turn personal, can they put aside the past to save their future?

My Review:

Okay, folks, I tried to portion myself with this story. You know a chapter here, two chapters there, but same with my struggle with Reese’s cups—I failed miserably.

I devoured this delectable novel, gorging myself with the fabulous, page-turning romance. The author mixed in all my favorite ingredients when it comes to stories—flawed but endearing characters, unpredictable plot line, and a swoon worthy tale of re-ignited love. My fingers kept turning the pages and my heart was enthralled.

I found myself rooting for the heroine, whose life had been a series of hardships, and empathizing with the hero whose past decisions were based on misinformation creating acute pain for him. I’m a ginormous fan of Happily Ever After’s and I wasn’t disappointed in the least.

This was my first read by Susan May Warren, but I can confidently say it won’t be my last. Her style of writing was engaging and dynamic.

About the author:

Susan May Warren is the ECPA and CBA bestselling author of over fifty novels with more than one million books sold. Winner of a RITA Award and multiple Christy and Carol Awards, as well as the HOLT and numerous Reader’s Choice Awards, Susan has written contemporary and historical romances, romantic suspense, thrillers, romantic comedy, and novellas. She can be found online at http://www.susanmaywarren.com, on Facebook at SusanMayWarrenFiction, and on Twitter @susanmaywarren.

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*I was provided a copy of this book in exchange for a review. All opinions are my own.

A Call to Love

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Lately, I’ve been working on a small piece for a magazine about the Christian’s perspective of Christmas. What is it? Undoubtedly, it’s about the Savior’s birth. There’s beauty behind it that I never really discovered until I started writing what it meant to me personally.

It’s a call to love.

A season to reach out to the hopeless, the broken, and the unloved. But is this ideal only reserved for Christmas? My heart begs for it not to be. That now, the day after a historic election, we can look beyond ourselves and extend our hand to the hurting. Love knows no color, nationality, or political party. We need to look through the eyes of Jesus. He loved those who hated him, who tortured him, who approved his death. Have we loved to that point, yet? Did he condone their behavior? Nope. He told them to go and sin no more, but he said that for their own gain. Sin destroys. He spoke the truth, yes, but it was done so in love.

And that is my thought for today 🙂

The Thanksgiving Challenge

 

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Lately, I’ve been aware of the negativity swarming my life. Yes, it’s every time I browse through my Facebook feed, flick through the news, and even stroll through Wal*Mart. But, sadly, what hit me most were things flowing from my own mouth. The griping, complaining, and pessimistic speech. To be real, I’ve had some definite events which spiraled me in the negative vein, but does that make it okay? Permissible?

No.

I’ve noticed that when I allow negativity to rule me, it affects my mood, my actions, my entire day.

So, I challenged myself.

For the next 24 days leading up to Thanksgiving, I’m going to put a clamp on the old kisser. 🙂 I’m choosing to spread positive conversation, and refrain from the destructive talk that’s been following me around, intruding my thoughts, slipping through my mouth. I’ve discovered even though I’m censoring my words, there’s something freeing about it. Life-giving.

You are more than welcome to join me. I’m keeping myself accountable both with my family and by posting at least one thing I’m thankful for on Facebook. It may seem silly, but I’m hoping this becomes a habit. That positivity would reign supreme with my everyday encounters. And really, if I can remain positive through the elections, and the chaotic schedules over the next weeks or so, then I’m confident I can make this a way of life for me. 🙂 How about you?