This book was free from Bethany Books. All opinions in this review are my own. Mary Young Robinson, Boise, ID.
This book was free from Bethany Books. All opinions in this review are my own. Mary Young Robinson, Boise, ID.
Yes, she was dramatic in her life and in her profession. And, yes, she was probably self-absorbed. But she never let her daughter drift far from her mind and heart. Although Rosalind would not know for many years that her mother took care of her from a distance while on the stage, it was true. The men in her life were poor choices and added reason to love from afar. Charlotte finally retired to a 16th Century limestone mansion named Fosberry Hall. The first time she saw it, it took her breath away. Now it became almost impossible to breathe from the stuffiness of the life and relationship with her husband, Lord Fosberry. And then it happened. She was contacted to perform. But how would she be able to do it? She was bodily heavy, held like a captive in a fortress, and had little resources now of her own. This story will show how love prevails in an unexpected way and how our true Lord covers our losses in our time of need. Lawana Blackwell is one of my favorite authors of Historical sagas. This is a lovely new story and I whole-hardheartedly recommend it. Don’t miss this intimate mother and daughter renewal.
This book was provided by Bethany-Baker Books. All opinions are my own. Mary Ann Young Robinson, Boise, Idaho
What I have heard for several years is true. Writing is therapy for those that are moody creative people. And if you are the type that gets bored easily, tasking back and forth to different kinds of writing will help break the monotony of the same topic or genre and give new inspiration. I should have realized this earlier on, as when I worked as a Administrative Assistant and juggled assignments I was the most productive. For me, chocolate is not enough. I love it, (and how) but I have to have a surge of a different type. The surge of knowing whom I am, remembering details that affirm me, and recalling where I have been helps fill a need. And I found that by doing some personal writing about the past, my childhood, and my experiences in life. Journaling! Yes, they were right. Journaling is a multi-reasonable way to keep writing. Somehow, the juggling of ideas, spaces of time, and reflections of your personality can motivate you to a produce more. You go back to the beginning that will help you move forward. Then you add in the other pieces, of people you care about, places that have inspired you and things you have learned on particular journeys. Everything in life affects your writing. When you make yourself write and you feel empty, your writing will be empty. Yes, you do need to be disciplined, but you don’t have to write on one particular project at that moment. Make the choice to switch avenues, and then choose to write willingly when you are back on track. Some of us moody people also can be rebellious. Don’t let this hang on. Get rid of the reason you feel that way. Start fresh and again. Look at it this way, when you go on vacation, you want varied experiences and activities to make the total of a great time. This can apply to anything you do, especially writing. So, the next time you cannot concentrate and feel inadequate, switch to something totally different and see how this little tip can steer you back to excitement and creativity!
| Oh, Wow. Now I have started another saga and I have to wait to see what happens! A great story in the tradition of Michael Phillips, a master storyteller. You cannot read a novel of the ages like a thriller novel. The story unfolds slowly, and as it does, you will see the author’s romantic and beautiful language. A young woman working in Washington, DC, who is quite successful, is still feeling lost inside. Her lineage is uncertain, she was raised by her grandparents, but she never quite fit in there in their community. She doesn’t understand why. What is missing that would help her feel whole and that she belonged? If you like history of the Scottish, Celtic, or Norse, this might be just the book for you! This is a very new book, so I will not spill the beans! Read this story; it takes a while to get into it, but it is worth the read. I just hope it will not be too long before the next part of the story is written! Enjoy. Another great book by Michael Phillips and Bethany/Baker Books.
This review is written as my own opinion. This novel was provided to me by Bethany/Baker Books.
I do not read very many Amish books. This was a free read from Bethany Books for review, but I did enjoy the story. It was a Book Two, but stood alone well. I do wish I had read the beginning of the friendship between Zane, a Mennonite neighbor, of Lila Lehman, from an Amish family. Seems they played together and met frequently at a special fort during their late child years and teen years. When they got towards adulthood, they didn’t know for sure how to process their relationship, being from two different church backgrounds. One thing Lila knew for sure though was that she enjoyed being around Zane, his zeal for adventure, learning, and the ability to listen. She didn’t finish high school, but Zane included her in this studies and they shared many subjects. Finally her father agrees for his daughter to be courted by a young Amish boy, Reuben, whom Lila also knew from church. She believed in commitment and thought that maybe she could learn to love him and that her time with Zane was over, and just a childhood crush. But she never felt entirely comfortable with him, very joyful or fulfilled. Her thoughts would always go back to Zane. Zane was so confusedf over his feelings and her courting, that although he had been a conscientious objector, he joined the Army to get away and think. It was a good thing and a bad thing, but eventually gave Lila time to see her mistake in not being honest to Reuben or Zane. The rest of the story is sweet…read it and see!
This book was provided free by Bethany/Baker Books. All opinions are my own.
This book was provided by Bethany/Baker Books for review. The opinions are my own.
Someone told me I wasn’t a doctor. Well, I don’t have credentials for a Medical Doctor, or a Registered Nurse, or a license for a medical business practice. I was a Home-Health Assistant in Tucson and a Home-Health Aide in Boise, now I have a certificate of being Disabled. I have a few friends that call me a “Google Queen” because of my time on my MAC and keen interest in medical ideas, natural medicine, vitamins, minerals and prescription drugs. I looked up the word “doctor” for definitions and these are some I found: physician, teacher, troubleshooter, restorer, healer or healing influence, a learned man, rescuer, treats, repairs, applies remedies, medicine man, honorary titles and promotes human health. I bet I fit a few of these so maybe I will name myself Fishy (from Physician) Teacher/Rescuer.
When I was 12 years old, my mother went from being a full-time homemaker to stepping into the work field as a Nurses Aide, then a Ward Clerk for almost twenty years until retirement. She enjoyed her work; clerical, doctor’s orders, assisting the LPN to order medicines, taking patient histories, and sometimes helping at the death-bed. I believe her faith and compassion was used while she also had a social element to her job.
When I was a teen, she began to call me into her work a bit, after school. Since I had been a precocious child, choosing old ladies to sit beside on the city bus when I was 5, she knew I would be good at talking to patients when they were bored. I am not sure if I entertained them or they entertained me, but I did enjoy that. It is no surprise that I eventually did work with home-bound patients, and years later oversaw her own care (giving B-12 shots) into the world of Vascular Dementia until she passed at ninety-six years old.
In 1997 I had a MCI (heart attack) with Angioplasty and Stent Implant. I was life-flighted from Sun Valley, Idaho to St. Luke’s Hospital in Boise. I feel fortunate to have done pretty well since then although my Cholesterol and Triglycerides have silently crept up too high. In addition to having TMJ and other joint issues, I developed Degenerative Disc Disease after suffering with a herniated disc for over 20 years. Fortunately, I found a great office for Pain Management at St. Al’s in Boise.
As I endeavor to find new solutions to my own maladies, I also study for ways I might be able to help others with their own health journey, mostly close friends and relatives. I read online sites from natural doctors, medical doctors, health forums, pharmacists, drug reports, pain solution stories, naturapathic and holistic doctors, integrative doctors, Face Book groups, etc. I not only enjoy learning but have discovered things that have helped me a lot and apply to how I ask questions when I do go to the doctors.
Today was an exciting day as I read facts from research from a retired flight doctor at NASA regarding Heart Disease. Then I moved to another major controversial subject in the medical community, Statins. It wasn’t long before I found a fabulous video with a Pharmacist who explained exactly how antidepressants work and why you might not really want to take them. Wow! Talk about hyped up! (no pun intended)
So, here I am: a Fishy Teacher/Rescuer. Maybe you don’t really want any advice. I can live with that. And I do polish my nails so that probably gives me away as not being a “real” doctor. However, don’t discourage me from learning, because whether it is from a school, online, classes, books or whatever, I am having a wonderful time and I really am learning from educated and learned people…and I don’t have to have a degree or paper to convince myself that what I am learning is beneficial and important.
So, you could be ANY age and be in this crowd, couldn’t you? Football seems to be popular at any age, any sex, or education level. I bet you there’s a baby tucked in there somewhere nestled near its Mom or Pop or maybe GranPop.
Lately I have been trying to determine where I fit in the world. I am over 55 (under 100) but I am partially Disabled. In my mind some days I feel 16 but sometimes I feel 80. I look in the mirror and think, well, I’m no spring chick but I am not shriveled up either.
So when I hear people talk about the elderly, seniors, middle-age, I am looking for my place. I have heard some people call me and my over 70 husband elderly. That doesn’t fit a man who hikes over 100 miles most years in the mountains of Idaho with Goats. And with my dark hair and flair for dress, it really doesn’t suit me either. Nevertheless, I have to admit I am growing older.
I was reading an article in a sample magazine this week that I received and while finishing up a particular story I saw near the end a chart naming age groups. Now I get it. This might not be the only list but it was good enough to help me understand why people use the group names that they do.
The group of ages 18-29 are the “Millennials” @ 35%. The group of 30-48 are “Busters” @49%, then my group are 49-67 called “Boomers” @55% (we get blamed for almost everything!). And then coming in last is the… “Elders” from 68-Methuselah @63%.
But we both know that this is only based on age, not activity, looks or medical details. I am willing to put you in an Optional group like “Brillant” if you will put me in an optional group like “Creatively Young” (my maiden name). After all, we are all in this together, with families of all ages with unique gifts. Please don’t call me elderly until I am dead. Thank you.
Psalms 139:14 ESV
“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works and my soul knows it very well.”
God formed our personal existence. Inside and out, he made us. Modern culture has brought us to dissatisfaction in many ways. Causing us to doubt our creator, we fuss about our outside appearance, question how smart we are, and worry about our future health issues. Why didn’t we have a petite little nose, bright sky blue eyes or unnoticeable ears?
Body image is what you see in the mirror when looking at yourself. How correctly are you seeing yourself? What is your basis? The world? God? Are you healthy? Do you try to take care of your own “temple”? If we look with spiritual eyes as well as physical eyes, we may learn to look at ourselves a little differently than the world does. We shouldn’t be looking for the culture’s term of “perfection”. God made all of us perfect in his own sight.
Here is where we must go back to faith and trust. We should trust that God knows the best for us and we should have faith that He works through us to be our best in everything. Did you ever think about how hard it would be for one of us to be God and make every decision in the universe? Only a supreme God with perfect wisdom could even begin to do these things. And I am so glad! I sure wouldn’t want that job.
When I allow my faith to droop, I also allow my choices to be cloudy. And off kilter. Rationalization kicks in and I reason things out to suit myself. I may not be honest in my assessments. This side of glory we cannot fully understand ourselves or all about our Christ. We have to trust Him in His sovereignty. He is wonderful and our soul tells us so through the Holy Spirit!
With Susan Reichert
Often life is hard, but God is always good
Person with Dementia Symptoms