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Saturday, April 25, 2015

Branches of Fruit


"But you, O mountains of Israel, will produce branches and fruit for my people Israel, for they will soon come home." (Ezekiel 36:8)

Lord, please produce fruit in us to bless and serve those around us. Help our lives to glorify You, as we await the day when You gather us home into Your presence. Amen.

Sharon Hinck

Friday, April 24, 2015

Bonus Scene 4 - The Restorer

Here's a glimpse inside the mind of Kendra as Susan and Tristan struggle to draw her back from Rhusican poison.

After Chapter 13

Kendra:

I was five when Kieran taught me Perish, barely old enough to remember not to pop the smooth stones into my mouth like a curious toddler. The patterns fascinated me. I loved pushing my white stones into place to block the attack of my brother’s black ones. Imagining the scenarios the game represented were no problem for me. In my mind’s eye, guardians rode forward to protect the clan and noble heroes sacrificed everything to beat back invasion.

No matter how quickly I moved, Kieran was quicker. I’d guard my village on one side, only to be attacked on the flank. My nimble fingers adjusted the placement faster and faster. Black and white pieces shuffled and reshuffled, but I couldn’t clear the game.

Ever since the Rhusican at Blue Knoll stared into my eyes, whispering doubt and confusion, I’d been caught in some sort of game of Perish. Move and countermove.

Anxieties advanced like black pebbles, tumbling, avalanching, burying me.

The clans were in danger. Someone needed to do something. I needed to do something. Yet the political issues were huge. I was powerless. Still, there had to be an answer. Faster. There wasn’t time.

Tristan was taking too many risks. The River Borders were dangerous. But he wouldn’t listen to me. I couldn’t stop him. Yet I had to. I had to do more, or I’d lose him. He was taking too many risks. I pushed one thought aside looking for an answer but, like Perish rocks, another took its place, and the horrible circle continued.

From far away, the voice of a stranger interrupted the battle. “Be still and know…”

No time for that. If I stopped and listened, if I didn’t stay focused on the pieces, they’d surround me. I had to organize the problems. Find solutions. Worry them into place.

“Be still and know…” The woman’s gentle voice chanted a chorus I’d never heard before, but it felt familiar even in its strangeness. My body shuddered as I let the melody pull me from the worries I fought to contain.

“I am the Lord that healeth thee.”

Beyond the thready tones of the woman’s voice, I heard the voice of the One. How I longed to sink into that invitation. But if I didn’t fix the Council and Tristan and the Kahlareans, and—

With a sweep of my arm, I flung the Perish stones aside, lashing out against the fear that demanded solutions I couldn’t provide. A moan tore from the deep pain in my core. What had I done? I scrambled to regather the stones. One more time. I needed to try one more time. Maybe this time I could move the pieces into order and stop this chaos. The tortuous puzzle clamored. Fix this. Solve it. Try harder.

Another voice joined the woman’s. Rough-edged and strong. I grew aware of arms that gathered me, supported me.

I’d thought my eyes were open as I watched the Perish stones, but now I opened them and saw his face.

“Tristan?”

A smile lit his features, hope and relief glimmering in his eyes. Frantic strands of anxiety still clung to the edges of my thoughts, but with each passing moment their grip loosened. Was this what it was like for those who closed their eyes in death but opened them in the presence of the One?

Joy built slowly, stretching and filling my mind, casting aside the stones of worry that had seemed so important, so heavy, so insistent. The joy tossed them aside as the pebbles they were. I was awake.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Lyric Entry - Karri Compton (#1 of 2)






Thank you to everyone participating in the Song of Lyric contest!
There is still time to send your lyrics in to be posted on my blog in April and May.
INFORMATION ON THE CONTEST HERE

The winner will be announced in June.

Today's entry is by Karri Compton. You can visit her blog HERE.

Lift up your voices
Shout out to the One
Give abundant thanks
For all He has done

From Rendor to Blue Knoll
Lyric to Braide Wood
People of the Verses
Confess the One is good

He guides and sustains us
Strengthens with His hand
And brings to Himself
The People of His land

So praise the One forever
His verses e'er recite
And look for His Deliverer
One day to make all right


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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Direct Our Hearts


"May the Lord direct your hearts into God's love and Christ's perseverance." 2 Thessalonians 3:5

I pray today that God would shape our thoughts, our steps, and our plans in the way that a carefully dug channel can direct water where it needs to go. May He give us strength to persevere and not turn back from loving Him and others. Amen.

Sharon Hinck

Lyric Entry - Elizabeth Goddard


Thank you to everyone participating in the Song of Lyric contest!
There is still time to send your lyrics in to be posted on my blog in April and May.
INFORMATION ON THE CONTEST HERE

The winner will be announced in June.

Today's entry is by Elizabeth Goddard. You can learn about her wonderful novels HERE.


This is the day
Made by the One
All creatures big, all creatures small
Await for the Son
Await for the Son
There is a day
For which we await
To be in His light, to rest in the One
Nothing compares to a life
Lived in His presence,
Nothing compares to the Beautiful One
How beautiful He shines, turning darkness to light.
This is the day
Made by the One

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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Lyric Entry - Antonina Ruth






Thank you to everyone participating in the Song of Lyric contest!
There is still time to send your lyrics in to be posted on my blog in April and May.
INFORMATION ON THE CONTEST HERE

The winner will be announced in June.

Today's entry is by Antonina Ruth


Memories of Braide Wood (Linette's Song)

Come wipe the dust from these packed-away dreams,
When a sword's pierced my heart -
and all's not what it seems -
Come break the dark with the dawn of the Day,
Oh, Promised One, show me the way...

I remember the scent of the woods,
and the warm hearth of light,
and the place where he stood -
When girlhood hopes towards a future so bright
Were a tune on the breeze and a song in the night.

CHORUS:
But now these are just misty memories,
And I wait in shadows for eyes to see
The coming of the longed-for One
The Hope of all Eternity.

Caught between time with a song and a prayer,
And a hope in a heart now burdened with cares;
Suspended between the Then and Not Yet,
I will quietly wait, and will lift up my head,

Singing...

CHORUS:
Bring to fulfillment these memories,
Lighten these shadows with eyes to see
Oh come to me, longed-for One,
My Hope for all Eternity.
Singing...

CHORUS:
Bring to fulfillment these memories,
Lighten these shadows with eyes to see
Oh come to me, longed-for One,
My Hope for all Eternity.

Singing...
Lai lai lai lai, lai lai lai lai, my Hope for all Eternity...

[Repeats/fades]


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Monday, April 20, 2015

Infusion of Joy


(pictured: Minnesota novelists Elizabeth Goddard, Michelle Griep, Chawna Schroeder, and Erica Vetsch)

Infusion of Joy

Do you ever long for some fresh energy for your work? Perhaps you work in the creative arts--writing, music, theatre. Or maybe you are in another field. We all have times when the struggle to work and create begins to feel heavy and sluggish.

As I writer, I do much of my work in isolation, where it's easy to lose perspective or become discouraged. One of the best ideas I've found to infuse joy back into the process is to gather with others.

I occasionally invite a few friends for a day of work at my place. These talented authors recently spent the day writing new scenes. The sound of other hands clicking away at laptops always inspires me to dig a little deeper and get another page written.

Give it a try! No special planning required. Simply invite a couple friends to gather for a day of shared creative work. See if it gives you a boost.

Blessings!
Sharon Hinck





Saturday, April 18, 2015

Quicksand



Ever feel like you’re sinking in quicksand? Maybe you’re drowning in piles of work that never seem to end. Or buried under worries. Or weary from relationships that aren’t quite right but you don’t know how to fix. Perhaps you see things you want to change in yourself and feel trapped by your inability to take the next step.

At times like that, Psalm 130 helps me turn my sinking into prayer.

“Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord; Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy.”

(Dear Lord, with the Psalm writer, we turn to you, knowing you hear us. Pull us out of the quicksand and onto solid ground. Guide our steps. We ask in the name of our precious Savior, Amen.)

Blessings!