Jocelyn Green, “A Refuge Assured”


I rarely give a rating of 5. This book was so well written and the story luring that I felt it was worthy.

Vivienne Rivard was raised by her beloved Aunt Rose. Her circumstances were not to be known or talked about in polite company. But Vivienne had become a real lady under the teaching of her Aunt as well as one of the finest Lace-Makers in France. But because of the political climate, she was actually in danger as one who served the throne and the rich. It was during the Revolutionary War that Vivienne decided to leave her home after her loving Aunt Rose had passed, and then her mysterious mother also whom she had only recently come to know. Once she arrived in Philadelphia, she met another French woman and her son, whom some believed was Louis . Some believed he was in hiding and some believed he was dead…there were some who did believe he had also fled to America. Vivienne had a hard time learning who to believe. Her French friend, Martine succumbed to Yellow Fever and her son, Henri, whom some thought was Louis, was taken in custody by Vivienne to protect and raise. Vivienne felt sparks for an Irish landowner she met in the city tavern. He ran the mail route from Aslyum to Philadelphia when he wasn’t building and planting. During the time that the new tax on alcohol came to be, Liam was called back to the military to help round up tax evaders. It was hard for Liam, as his brother who made whiskey, believed the government was wrong in the way it was handling the tax collections. Liam saw firsthand that the military was persecuting those who weren’t even questioned or proven guilty. Because of Lian’s honest, Vivienne’s feelings continued to grow even after she moved to Asylum to be safe and protect Henri. There is much more adventure after their move so enjoy reading this tale of war, love, and truth.

This book was provided to me by Bethany/Baker Books. All opinions are my own. Mary Ann Young Robinson, Boise, ID.

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So, Where Do You Fit?


Screen shot 2014-11-15 at 12.52.04 PMSo, 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.

 

 

 

It has been so …


It has been so nice to hear so many people express their gratefulness for their freedoms today!  I certainly am too, although, I am not as excited about it as I was twenty years ago.  Why?  Because I had no clue that things would take a nasty turn so soon.  I knew about Christ coming back, I knew that things would get ugly sometime, but one never expects it happen in their lifetime.  My mother is 94 and 1/2 and has been watching for the Lord to come back since she was a little girl.

She told me again yesterday how she used to look up at the clouds and think of Jesus when she was about 4…Wow!  That’s 90 years ago in West Tennessee.  She told me to watch for an antichrist.  She advised me to stay close to the Lord.  I waiver ed and disobeyed many times.  I am thankful God has tarried and waited for me to get back on track listening to the Holy Spirit.  Was it just for me?  He died just for me, didn’t He?

Happy July 4th and Day of Freedom.  Worship publicly while you can, take your family on a trip, send money to missions overseas.  You might not always be able to do these things.  But, that’s OK, too.  What could be better than go to our new home earlier than we anticipated?  Isn’t that what we are waiting for? Glory?

 

 

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MARCH 17TH, (St. Patricks Day) IDAHOPE WRITERS CONFERENCE, BOISE, ID


On March 17th, we writers will again get together for an all day conference in Boise.   Some of the registrants have published this last year for the first time, some additional times, and some still waiting on that magic story that sends them out into the world of Authorship!

There will be classes, awards, music, agents!  Lunch provided.  Next year, you should plan to join us in all of the work and fun.  I attended last year for the first time and really enjoyed hearing speakers, meeting new people, and finding out where different people were headed on their writing adventure!

IdaHope is a writers connection for all types of work written in the Christian community of Boise and other guests.  Conferences are now regarded as the best place in general to meet and greet an agent from publishing houses all across America.