Virelle: Off the Cuff

After Christmas, what?

2011-12-28T17:55:00.004-05:00

Christmas this year found us at Jambo House in DisneyWorld's Animal Kingdom Resort for a few days of wonder and African surroundings with the younger of our daughters, here for her annual Florida visit. What fun we had! This photo shows the dramatic main lobby. Outside stretches a realistic savannah populated with zebras, giraffes, gazelle (my nickname in college), and more animals and birds than I can name. It is magical for sure. Later in the week we spent a day at the Brevard Zoo and fed a baby giraffe by hand. Amazing! I wished our whole family could have been there. But alas, the days of frequent vacations together are rare indeed now.

Today we exchanged hugs and gifts with our oldest daughter and her husband, and three of our wonderful grandkids, said good-bye to our younger daughter at the airport, and headed home. Now what?

A dear friend invited us to dinner on New Years' Day and asked that we each bring a Bible verse, our expectations for the New Year (not goals), and a worthy quote. Expectations? Goals are easier, measurable, and can be tacked up somewhere. But expectations sound to me like the flip side of fears. This year was rough. What if next year is the same? Glad I don't know, frankly.

OK. Expectations. I expect, in fact I KNOW, that God will be good to me, in good times or bad. I'd prefer good. I expect He'll give me real work to do, maybe different from before. I loved teaching through the Meet Me at the Well Bible study published by Circle of Friends ministry last year. This year I'll do it again in our community. Can't wait.

I'd like to write another novel and expect to learn how to do it really well from my friend Debbie Macomber. That's a pure gift. I expect God is in this plan, leading me to a new challenge once again.

I expect to learn more about loving others. That is never easy, but oh, so important. I want to love my husband better each year, and also my family. I want to love my neighbors, as well. But my enemies? I probably have a few. Yes, them too, by some miracle.

I expect God's grace to grease and energize my soul with his Holy power. (Eph 1) I expect to need laughter, friendship, prayers, correction, and serious rest. I'll thirst for refreshment, grow strong with worship and joy, and fear the temptation to slack off. Pray for me as you pray for others who love you. I need God's leading this year so much.

I expect to hear far more from each of you this year. Please drop me a comment or a note. The ones I've received this year have been so encouraging and amazing. I thank you for them.

And I expect to pray up a storm, or through the storm, all year. I'd love to pray for you, too.

Have the best New Year ever!

Swamped by Christmas?

2011-12-16T12:18:00.002-05:00

Hi, friends,

As always, I've been mixing with folks a lot lately. No doubt, you have, too.

It’s seems everywhere I turn, I’m hearing the same lament about the Christmas season. Instead of celebrating, there’s a lot of holiday groaning going on. And here’s the big reason. Bringing families together is complicated now. Just being in the same room, or sharing a meal can cause old hurts to surface, painful wounds to fester again, and ugly thoughts to affect the relationships we’d hoped would have healed by now. But they haven’t. And now we must face those people again.

Or not.

What happens when we postpone dealing with offenses either given or received within the family? The gap in our relationships grows wider, deeper, and more impossible to bridge. Think of it. At the time when we should all be happiest, grumbling and buried anger rise like gas bubbles in a swamp. Is that happening in your family, too? You are not unusual.

What relief? Look outside your circumstances, way outside. Look into Heaven for a new perspective. Christmas is God bearing gifts for you and me. Gifts of peace and love, forgiveness and mercy, truth and righteousness. The great gift of His Son Jesus being born into this messed up, sinful world, offers the promise of new life in Christ, real life that begins with the radical step of being sorry. Confessing our sins to God and those we’ve hurt (or wanted to hurt) is the only place to start. Ask God for forgiveness, for yourself and for those who have hurt you. While you’re at it, ask for grace to love that person like He does. It takes a miracle, believe me. Now, leave the outcome to God and His mercy. Take your place in the family as a quiet agent of His love. Give gifts of peace and forgiveness like God does to the undeserving, to the ones who need Him most. And while you’re at it, thank God for loving you enough to send Jesus in the first place. He died for you and me on the cross, forgave our cesspool of sin, and cleansed us with Living water through the Word of God.

Now, that’s worth celebrating!

Have a great Christmas, dear friends, spreading the love of Christ everywhere you go.

“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” Ephesians 4: 31-32

Is life passing you by?

2011-11-30T10:27:00.003-05:00

We've had three deaths in our family this year, the most recent happened last night when my bother-in-law, Louis Artfich, died in his son's arms of congestive heart failure. He was only 67. His wife, my dear sister-in-law Susan, died 2 1/2 years ago of cancer. Huge losses! Now their son, a grad student in Philadelphia, will have to do life alone as a young man. It saddens me deeply.

And yet I know Psalm 139 is true. There is an appointed time for each of us to literally "come to the end of our rope," our life rope. But guess who is holding the other end? God Himself. He loves each of us before we are even conceived. Read that Psalm today and ask yourself, "What on this earth am I doing with my life?" Nothing matters more. How you and I live our days out, filled with nonsense business half the time, dragging an often lame faith behind us, is foolish.

Want to change that? Make your life count for something? Make it count eternally for God's kingdom by living intentionally for Christ. Walk each day in newness of life, directed by His Holy Spirit. Invite Christ into your life if you haven't yet. If you have, never be satisfied with the little you and I know of Christ yet. Press on to know Him better, bring Him joy, and seek His will.

Then, each day will be a joyful investment in eternity. God will lead you with His joy, His strength each day, equipping you with everything you need to do His will. Then, when the end of our days arrives, it will be a joy to run into the arms of Jesus, Home at last! That's what I want. Will you join me?

It's been awhile...

2011-11-23T11:13:00.004-05:00

We haven't "talked" since summer. Where on earth have I been? Here are a few places:

at the doctor's office many times with my dear husband who came home from Hawaii super sick. Good news is he's fine now, two months, three rounds of antibiotics, and one root canal later.
traveling to see all our kids and grand kids, plus my mom, and attend a memorial luncheon for my dear aunt.
Speaking in Punxatawny, PA with Lisa Troyer (who was also sick) to a fabulous group of women at the Punxatawney First Church of God.
Speaking at Camp Pinnacle near our home town in Albany, New York for their Fall Ladies' Retreat. My daughter, Amy, came as my prayer warrior and helper. She was awesome.
Enjoying a couple of extended visits from my brother Roger from Omaha. Such a joy!

What's next?

Relishing Thanksgiving with my husband at our church, serving 1500 wonderful folks from our community. We are called "embracers." Love that name. It means we get to greet people and help them feel comfortable, something I want to do in Heaven someday.

I'm speaking in the Chicago Area for Christ Church Lake Forest on December 4 for their Christmas Tea. We have two seatings! Can't wait! I hope I'll see you there. Watch my FB page for details.

Have a marvelous Thanksgiving listing the many ways God has blessed your life this year. If you can't think of any, read Psalm 103.

Love to you!
Virelle

Memories of a summer on the road

2011-08-12T18:50:00.004-05:00

Memories of a summer on the road. Whew! We are finally home again after six wonderful but long weeks traveling over 4000 miles through 10 states to visit our entire family in New York, plus special times at the Delaware shore with Steve's sisters, his dad, and more family. Here are some special photos, more to come. The first is the discovery of the house our family lived in once. Lo and behold, it's located in the same town where my son and his wife and children live. I thought it was in a neighboring town, and haven't see it in almost 60 years. Amazing. It looks the same.

The next photo is our grandson Lucas at 11 months taking his first triumphant steps. What a joy to watch him toddle to his Mama's arms. This June I also took my first triumphant steps completing my first murder/suspense novel. What fun! It's being edited now and I'm bracing myself for the results.

And finally, here my husband Steve and I are in St. Augustine, FL en route home. No sooner did we unpack a week ago, than we are packing again, heading to Maui for two weeks to celebrate our 45th anniversary. Hard to believe. Soon, very soon, I'll be at home to stay. I think.

Texting I Can Live With

2011-04-26T16:25:00.002-05:00

Here's the deal: I'm not a big fan of texting. When someone is speaking at a conference, or during worship in church, or while on the phone or computer, texting is uncommonly rude. My 2 cents. I'm fine with texting quietly any other time. But not when our attention is to be given to others. Especially God. Imagine saying, "Excuse me, Jesus. I have a couple of texts here I need to read first. I'll get right back to you.In fact, I'll send you a text, How'd that be?"

"A double minded man or woman is unstable in all his ways...."

So here's my current problem. I just added texting to my new phone. Granted, I was dragged kicking into it. Sort of. But now I have a dilemma - how NOT to be a hypocrite about this worldwide obsession called texting. With my toe in the ring about 48 hours, I'd love to hear from you about your own boundaries regarding texting, for you or your kids.

Here's what I hope to do:
1. Save text messages until it's a private time to read them, just like voice mail.
2. Try to give others my full attention even when a text comes in.
3. Not irritate others with constant messages.
4. REalize it's no sin to answer later.
5. Never listen to others on the phone or in person when my cell or keyboard are in my lap demanding my attention.
6. Use the English language as its meant to be used.
Pray I can do that. Now don't all text me at once!
Virelle

More Than Jelly Beans

2011-04-10T19:08:00.001-05:00

I slammed the car door, hopscotched through the spring slush in the parking lot, and dashed into the store. Scanning like a hawk, I found them. Jelly beans! How could I have forgotten them? Imagine Easter without jelly beans.
At the checkout counter I realized my calculated rush was a waste. In front of me stood a woman holding not one, but two heavy baskets full of Easter goodies. I counted three plastic baskets with a small chocolate bunny for each one, jelly beans and peeps, little marshmallow eggs, plus that insidious cellophane grass. Then I noticed her.
She was young, very young, not much older than my daughter in college. Her maroon wool coat pulled tightly across her back. It needed cleaning and a little mending.
As she set each item carefully on the counter and opened a worn black leather wallet, I worried she lacked enough to pay for all this. I hoped I had extra cash.
"Twenty-nine forty-one," announced the clerk in a flat, loud voice.
The young mom counted out the bills one at a time. "Easter is so expensive," she mumbled softly. Then she grabbed her heavy bags and left.
"Next!" Automatically I moved forward and placed my jelly beans on the counter, but my thoughts followed the young mom out the door. I wanted to run after her, hug her, and say, 'Yes, Easter IS expensive! It cost God everything He had!'
But my feet were cemented in place. I came home with jelly beans and a heavy heart.

Friends, Fans, and Fun!

2011-03-31T08:52:00.004-05:00

Something like this should happen to everyone! Out of the blue, my friend Mary (on the left above) delivered a lovely invitation to me. I was invited to a "Thank you, Virelle" luncheon the following week. Imagine that? Every woman needs one of these!

When I arrived, Carol's house was full of flowers, beauty, smiles, and new friends! At every place setting was this creative, beautiful salad, which I'm sure is meant to look like me. Notice the blonde cheddar hair and asparagus upstretched arms! Wow! The table was laden with fruit, flowers, food, and love. I'm enriched and over-thanked.

These dear women have been reading my books, especially Meet Me at the Well, and The Best Life Ain't Easy sharing their stories and insights with one another daily. How blessed I was listening to them, hearing their hearts, and feeling such deep encouragement. One question touched me, did I ever cry when I wrote? Yes, many times, and laughed, remembered, prayed and praised God for His outcomes, His story, His song that emerged. It's all about Him, isn't it? Everything we say and do. God sees His child with love.

A "Thank You" lunch is a bit of Heaven given to someone. Got a friend who needs one today? I'll never forget it.

Thanks for being there, for reading my books, and for your sincere friendship!

Virelle

How to Wake up Happy

2011-03-19T13:37:00.006-05:00

There was a time when waking up happy challenged me. My first thoughts were, in this order:

1. What time is it?

2. How much sleep did I get?

3. Can I sleep some more?

4. What do I absolutely have to do today that I can't get out of?

Rarely did this change.

Until one day, it occurred to me, just waking up is a good thing. Also, waking up and being able to get up is doubly good. Add to that, waking up, being able to get up and knowing God still loves me makes it very, very good indeed. I am also able to serve Him, love others in His name, and ask for help on those frequent mornings when doing either is not so easy. All in all, a good day.

After all, consider the alternative in this sign in an undertaker's office: "Any day above the ground is a good day." I'd say that's true. How about you?

Make today a very, very good day, my friend, no matter what your facing. God loves you and He is closer than you ever imagined.

Bless ewe,

Virelle

PS. Like this orchid? My husband bought one just like it and is raising orchids now at home.

Good Thinking

2011-03-14T18:17:00.001-05:00

HI, friends,

Some of the best advice I’ve ever received came from a woman I didn’t like much. But she had a godly mom, and I knew these words came straight from her lips. After I’d downloaded some complaint, she said, “Think the best.” That’s it. Just “Think the best.”

How simple, I thought. I could do that. Maybe when confronted with situations or people that rub me the wrong way and make my nerves dance on edge, if I thought the best thoughts, instead of my usual critical or anxious thoughts, I’d be more in line with God’s thinking.

It’s no big surprise, then, that the Bible tells us in Phil. 4:8 to think about “whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable, if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.” Nothing negative on this list, is there?

Yes, it’s an effort at first, but thinking the best gradually gets easier and leads more quickly to prayer, which is always the most excellent thought any one can have.

Virelle Kidder, helping you find the best life there is

Real or Plastic?

2011-03-06T18:20:00.002-05:00

Hi, friends,

Recently I listened to a few of my friends describe the kind of women they loved to spend time with. One said her best buddies were not all Christians, but were real people. Another agreed instantly, saying, “I’m tired of plastic women who are so concerned with how they look and the impression they make on others. I want the real deal in a friend!"

100% agreed! Do you feel the same way? Know what scares me? I wonder, have others seen me as plastic when I’ve taken extra care to have my nails done, worn a favorite outfit, and told only positive things about my life, or (gasp!) boasted about something? The thought makes me cringe.

Among the best gifts God has given me are several friends who offer me perfect freedom to be myself. It’s mutual. Confident they will tell me the truth every time, I feel totally comfortable sharing prayer requests, revealing my own failures, dreams, or struggles and anxieties, knowing I’m still loved and accepted by them. Real friends are unguarded, open and honest, easy to confess to, and gentle in their advice. What a treasure!

Do you have friends like that who are real and not plastic? I trust so. If not, refuse your inner plastic counterpart and ask God for real friends you can always trust. Just like Jesus.

On the same lap,

Virelle

Virelle: Off the Cuff: The Best of Times, and ....well, you know the rest.

2011-02-27T09:47:00.000-05:00

Virelle: Off the Cuff: The Best of Times, and ....well, you know the rest.

The Best of Times, and ....well, you know the rest.

2011-02-27T09:24:00.003-05:00

Hi, Friends,

Remember how it felt when the prom finally arrived? You've chosen your dress, or your mother made it like mine did, done everything within your power to clear up your skin, done your nails, practiced a few dance steps and smiling in the mirror, and the day finally arrived! That's how I felt when Moody Founder's Week arrived. I have seldom been so excited to speak, so prayed up, well prepared and ready to go.

And then the blizzard of the century came! No matter! My plane arrived just moments before the worst hit, and I was happily tucked in by the fire at my hotel when all those poor people on Lake Shore Drive were slowing to a halt in their cars. Two days later I was chaufferred to the event, greeted by the amazing Moody team you see here (Cal Robinson, Carmel Swift, musician Lisa Troyer, and Brenda McCord), and ushered into a gorgeous auditorium. Then it hit. Some sort of stomach flu. My worst nightmare.

This couldn't be happening! I made it through the first session, feeling horrible. But ten minutes into the second session, I had to leave the platform briefly to handle my now impending doom. "Oh, God, help me!" I prayed. Lisa Troyer stepped up to the platform and played a 4 1/2 minute song, during which the Lord provided me just enough time in the ladies room to be able to return and finish my message.

May this never happen to you! But if it does, may you have God's enormous grace on your side, and His beautiful servants nearby, as I did. Two women came to know Christ at that event, and many heard His voice of comfort and healing, in spite of my calamity.

I am going to remember this. No matter how excited I am about an event, it's best to keep the mind of a servant God can use any way He wants. Even if He takes me through my worst nightmare. I can't thank Brenda McCord and Carmel Swift enough for deftly caring for me without drawing attention to my illness, and Lisa Troyer for being my good friend.

Blessings on your day. May all your surprises be good ones!
Virelle

Tongue Depressors

2011-01-06T14:14:00.002-05:00

Hi, friends,

I love words, especially encouraging words, funny words, or insightful words. But words can also be my downfall. I know only too well that words can be a curse as well as a blessing.

Recently I said something at lunch with a friend that seemed funny to me, but not to her. In fact, her eyes filled with tears right after I said it. I wanted to die. She accepted my apology, and assured me her sensitivity revolved around another issue, but my heart was broken for hurting my friend. It was a hard lesson for me.

Yielding our tongue to the Lord, especially an impulsive instinct to speak up, is a measure of real maturity in Christ. James 3:2 says, “We all stumble in many ways. If anyone is never at fault in what he or she says, he is a perfect man, able to keep his whole body in check.”

Saying the wrong thing takes no effort at all, but speaking life-giving, spirit-filled words takes yielding our unruly tongues to the Lord.
Will you join me in seeking a spirit-controlled tongue this year?

Let me know how it's going.
Virelle

Give a Priceless Gift

2010-12-11T16:48:00.003-05:00

Hi, friends,
The best gifts don’t have to cost a cent. It's true!

Want to give someone you love a priceless gift this Christmas? I've received lots of them over the years, but here is the story one of the best.

I was housebound with bronchitis over Christmas not that many years ago, unable to join the family in anything fun. We had a huge snowfall one night, blanketing our yard in at least a foot of perfect new snow. While I rested on the couch, my husband Steve built a fire in the woodstove, lighted the tree and went outside to gather more wood. Suddenly, I heard him knocking on the family room window, beckoning me to look outside, where he’d made me a beautiful angel in the snow. I saw him smiling though the falling snow, and cried with gratefulness for this surprise love gift.

Here's a picture of it. I hope you can see it. That gorgeous angel (It really was!) remained in the snow all through Christmas week reminding our whole family that real love is all about giving yourself to others in little ways and big ways. A snow angel doesn't cost a cent, but it does cost love and thoughtfulness, and a fun spirit of creativity.

Small gestures of thoughtfulness and love, especially the gifts of time and listening, remain as forever gifts in our memory. You are probably thinking of some you can give right now!

I’ve got an idea! Let’s conspire by the fire to give more of those priceless gifts this year – the kind that are pure gold to give and receive.

Enjoy your Christmas! May it be filled with the selfless love of Christ!

Virelle
John 3:16

Christmas Shopping for the "Tough One" on Your List

2010-12-05T14:47:00.001-05:00

Are there one or two people on your list that are really hard to buy for? They either have everything, or never like what we give them,

That used to be my mother. For many years, my mother was a single parent who did everything in her power to protect my brother and me from some of the problems she suffered. She did her best, but never knew when to stop once we were adults. What resulted was emotional distance, resentments that built over time, and the sacrifice of a true, loving relationship with each other.

Until God intervened. And thankfully, He did. I was reading my Bible one morning and found Prov. 3: vs. 3. “Let Love and faithfulness never leave you. Bind them on the tablet of your heart.”

Was I loving and faithful toward my mother? The answer was NO! I realized that my resentful feelings toward her were against God’s will.

And so I prayed, “Lord, I’m willing, but you’ve got to help me love her.” It wasn’t easy, let me tell you, but He did it in miraculous ways. She’s 97 today and has Alzheimer’s disease, and I’m excited about bringing her a Christmas gift soon. Because God helped me learn to love her, we’ve enjoyed a great relationship for almost 40 years.

This Christmas, is there someone like that on your list? It’s amazing how God who so loved the world that He His only son for us, can also give us the love we need for others.

What to Do When Evil Threatens

2010-11-27T09:12:00.003-05:00

Hello, dear friends,

Today as I watch the news of North Korea's cross hairs aimed at South Korea once again, hear of a foiled terrorist attempt at a Christmas Tree lighting with thousands in attendance in Portland, and hear of more political compromise with terrorist leaders in Afghanistan, and increasing threats against the Free World and Israel, I am stunned by the power of prayer to thwart evil. Since 9/11, like many of you, I've prayed for peace, but specifically that all the weapons and evil intentions trained on Christians and Jews alike would end in confusion. I pray that every weapon formed against us will not prosper. It's not a new prayer. Take a look today at Psalm 140.

"Rescue me, O Lord, from evil men;
protect me from men of violence,
who devise evil plans in their hearts
and stir up war every day.
They make their tongues as sharp as serpent's;
the poison of vipers is on their lips.
Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked;
protect me from men of violence
who plan to trip my feet.
Proud men have hidden a snare for me;
they have spread out the cords of their net
and have set traps for me
along my path.
O Lord, I say to you, "You are my God."
Hear, O Lord, my cry for mercy.
O Sovereign Lord, my strong deliverer,
who shields my head in the day of battle -
do not grant the wicked their desires, O Lord;
do not let their plans succeed,
or they will become proud."
Ps. 140: 1-8

Please read the rest of the psalm today and join me in this prayer. May God be glorified and evil thrown down.
Praise His Name!

How do you spell fun? NANOWRIMO

2010-11-08T20:10:00.002-05:00

What is THAT? National Novel Writing Month, that's what! And I'm up to 10, 465 words tonight. Yee haw! I already have a dead young woman on the beach (very sad), a young journalist named Maddie with a big dream and a HUGE problem, an older buddy and mentor named Lil who is not too old to help her solve a crime, and Jack, her handsome grandson professor ready to move in and take over. The heat turns up fast when Maddie discovers her efforts to rescue the victim now make her a potential suspect. Oh, dear! I'm glued to my computer. Haven't had this big a thrill since I went down a 9 story water slide at Disney Typhoon Lagoon! I'll keep you updated once a week. Can't wait to get into the next few chapters to see what happens next!

Happily,
Virelle

Preparing for November

2010-10-30T21:27:00.002-05:00

I had to face a tough job today, one I've put off a year or more. Maybe several years. Today I cleaned out my office closet and file drawers in preparation for the next month's work. I'm preparing to jump into a new writing project on Monday. Getting my office ready was necessary, even exciting, but sad.

Gone are the past twenty years of correspondence with editors, authors, and publicists, old tax receipts, rejection letters, and a few scrawled words of encouragement I've saved forever. Hard to part with them, but in the small space we now call home, file space is pricey realty. In an equal trade, my husband took over an entire file drawer, and I took over the writing desk. I'm deliriously happy! So is he.

What's happening Monday? It's November 1st, the opening day of novel season at NANOWRIMO! Three of us in our critique group are accepting the challenge to complete a full 50,000 word novel in a month. On Nov. 30 I hope to be finished and sending in my completed piece. What's the prize? The completed draft I've been longing to finish for the past four years. When that's done, I'll do a happy dance.

By the way, it's a murder mystery. Stay tuned. I'll give you updates on how it's going. I might even give you a few hints about the characters and the plot. In fact, you can help me title it on the last week. How's that?

Write me a comment now and then just to encourage me.

Why not write your own? Let's get started!

Blessings to you,

Virelle

Aren't Words Amazing?

2010-10-22T11:42:00.003-05:00

My husband and I came home the other day to a blinking message on our phone. A pleasant female voice said, "Mr. Kidder, this is Dr. Van's office reminded you of your appointment tomorrow morning at 10:30. Please come a few minutes early to fill out some paperwork, and we request that you not wear any clothes."

"What did she say?" Steve said. "I don't believe it. She told me not to wear clothes!"

"Play it again," I said. "Has to be a mistake." So we did. Four times. No mistake. By that time we were bending over howling with laughter.

"Think I should go with you this time? You may need me to hold a sheet around you." Maybe back doctors like to get started right away!

When the appointment came, the nurse explained she'd said, "no cologne."

Ah, yes, the power of words. Think of the most embarrassing thing you've ever said. Write it down and get a good laugh at yourself. Hey, share it with me! I always love a chuckle. Maybe my readers will, too, if you say OK.

Words can build, or tear down, can't they? Encourage us or wound our spirits. Today I'm asking God to help me use words that offer love and encouragement. How about you?

Meet Carol Kent, author of, Between a Rock and a Grace Place

2010-10-01T08:56:00.003-05:00

Between a Rock and a Grace Place by Carol Kent (Zondervan)
From bestselling author Carol Kent comes a riveting journey of facing the impassible obstacles of life and discovering the last thing ever expected—the sweet spot of grace.
Carol Kent and her husband, Gene, are now living what some would call a heartbreaking life—their son, Jason, a young man who initially had so much promise, is now living out a life sentence for murder in a maximum security prison. All their appeals have been exhausted at both the state and federal levels—humanly speaking, they have run out of options. But despite their hopeless situation, Carol and her husband live a life full of grace. Kent reveals how life’s problems become fruitful affliction where we discover the very best divine surprises, including peace, compassion, freedom, and adventure. Through the Kent’s remarkable ongoing journey, Jason’s riveting letters from behind bars, and true “grace place” stories from the lives of others, Between a Rock and a
Carol Kent
Grace Place reveals that when seemingly insurmountable challenges crash into our lives, we can be transformed as we discover God at work in ways we never imagined. With vulnerable openness, irrepressible hope, restored joy, and a sense of humor, Carol Kent helps readers to find God’s “grace places” in the middle of their worst moments.

About the Author
Carol Kent is the bestselling author of When I Lay My Isaac Down and A New Kind of Normal. Carol is an expert on public speaking, writing, and on encouraging people to hold on to hope when life’s circumstances turn out differently from their dreams. She lives in Florida with her husband Gene.
Carol Kent is a popular international public speaker best known for being dynamic, humorous, encouraging, and biblical. She is a former radio show co-host and has often been a guest on Focus on the Family and a featured speaker at Time Out for Women and Heritage Keepers arena events. She has spoken at The Praise Gathering for Believers and at Vision New England’s Congress. She is also a frequent speaker at Women of Virtue events across the country.

Questions/Answers from Carol Kent
Tell us about the Christmas gift you received. How did it help you to find grace in the middle of a seemingly hopeless situation?
Two weeks before Christmas our doorbell rang at 9:15 p.m. It was dark outside and by the time my husband, Gene, joined me at the front door, we were surprised to find no one there. It was already dark, but my eyes fell on a large, exquisitely wrapped gift. The card on top said, “Mom.” Initially, it felt like a bad joke. Nine years earlier our son, a graduate of the U.S. Naval Academy had been arrested for murdering his wife’s first husband and he was in prison serving a life-without-the-possibility-of-parole sentence.
However, I am a “Mom” and the package was left on my doorstep, so I opened it. The note appeared to be in my son’s unique handwriting. The note expressed his deep love for me and his gratefulness for what I had done to help him since his arrest. He said a “friend” had helped him deliver the surprise. Opening the box, I discovered a gorgeous russet-colored silk jacket—and it fit me perfectly.
That night I discovered something new about God and something I had forgotten about myself. He loves to interject divine surprises into our lives. His timing is always perfect, but it had been a while since I had been surprised by joy, wonder, and grace in the middle of one of the tight spots of life.
What are “grace places,” and how can hurting people in need find them?
All of us experience tight spots when life turns out differently from our dream. When we face the overwhelming obstacles of life, we can experience the last thing we ever expect—the sweet spot of grace. Grace places have a variety of forms, but some include:
Receiving love when we don’t deserve it
Finding safety in the middle of a fearful and uncertain experience
Being comforted by friends and family (people who are extensions of God’s love)
Experiencing the embrace of God when we have run out of strength and courage
“Grace means the free, unmerited, unexpected love of God, and all the benefits, delights, and comforts which flow from it.” (R.P.C. Hanson)
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Between

What Matters Most?

2010-09-26T16:31:00.003-05:00

We left for church this morning at least ten minutes late, which normally pushes my buttons big time. But, Steve wasn't the only one running late. I was, too. Rushing to the car, we missed most of the lights on our twelve mile trip. As I coped with anxiety over our lateness, I gazed up at the clouds, brilliant pillows and streaks of white against a vivid blue sky. No rush there today!

Pulling into church, I wanted to duck in the back and sit down unnoticed, but instantly two friends greeting us with hugs. "Were you the one praying for me all week?" Sue said. "I had the best week in such a long time! Thank you!" Her long hug gave me a deep welcome.

The sanctuary was packed. No hiding this late entry as we whispered, "Sorry, but is this seat saved?" We'd missed the entire worship time, until a middle aged man came to the stage and gave a testimony about losing his dad in 1980, and what a strong example he'd been. That alone was a tear-jerker until he began to sing a song about his father, waiting to see Him again in glory. His teenaged daughter accompanied him beautifully on the violin. My husband and I were so moved, having recently said good-bye to his dear mom at 94. In my heart I thanked God for this comforting music.

That would have been enough. But next our Assistant Pastor delivered on terrific message on mentoring, illustrated with fun personal examples and in-depth Bible truth. Wow! At the end, as usual in our church, the altars were opened if anyone needed prayer or wanted to receive Christ. As an altar prayer minister, I walked to the front, waiting to see if anyone needed prayer. Within a minute or two, both altars were filled. People needed prayer for a host of issues, which is always a joy, but best of all four people came up front to receive Christ. There was a little nine year old girl, a man on crutches, and another couple standing weeping. What joy in the Kingdom of Heaven! How important was this day to God's purposes! It's humbling to realize God has use for me even when I feel "out of sorts." Maybe what matters most to God is just showing up and being willing to do His will.

Summer's Tales

2010-09-15T12:43:00.007-05:00

Hi, friends,

You can see by the date of my last post that we were away all summer. Those eight weeks held great welcomes, renewed friendships, and sorrows, too.

Here's a quick peek at our news: Our son David and his wife Jose welcomed their third little boy on August 5th. Here are big brothers Jack (4 1/2) and Stephen (3) holding new baby Lucas Alexander Zeilstra Kidder on his first day of life. What a joy!

The same week, my college roommates held a day long celebration in New York City after 44 years of being apart. Well, actually,I was the only one really apart. Thanks to Gail, Gayle, Janet, and Ceil, I'm now "found" and looking forward to seeing them again next year or sooner. What a shame to lose track of those so dear to us. I'm forever grateful to my terrific roommates for finding me and making me feel so welcome. You can't imagine how much talking it took to catch up! None of us, of course, had changed much in that time. Ahem! Take a peek:

Last, on August 28th we said good bye to Steve's dear mom, 94, who entered heaven just hours past her 72nd anniversary. Dad, at 97, was continually at her side. What a love they shared, and such an example of family life to us! I've been so blessed to have such loving in-laws. We'll miss GrandmaLu greatly, as will all our kids.

We limped home after Lucas's birth as my husband severely injured his back on the trip. Now, I'm happy to report, he is feeling much better and receiving treatment here in Florida. I'm about to begin work on two new book proposals and my long delayed novel.

Hugs and blessings to you!

Virelle

An Inspiring Letter from a Reader

2010-06-01T13:51:00.004-05:00

Dear friends,
I seldom share letters like this, but this one moved me so much, I asked the writer if I might share it with you. She happily agreed, adding "go ahead and use my name." So here it is, inspiring for sure:
"I just wanted to say thank you for the book (Meet Me at the Well). I have had a copy of it for sometime sitting in my bookcase. A little while ago I was going through a pretty rough time with my husband, to the point that we were talking about separating.

It had to be a God-acident that your book caught my eye. I picked it up and started reading and writing and praying for guidance. Through the chapters I was faithful to write down all my thoughts and pray as you directed and one afternoon through tears I cried out to God, "What do you want me to do?" I heard his voice as if He was there right in the room speaking to me and He said, "Go and ask him if this is really what you want?" To my surprise my husband turned and said no, that he loved me, but it was the only way he knew to do as we could not live this way. Too make a long story short, it started us talking, honestly talking, and not just yelling and saying bad hurtful things, and we were able to work it out, and are turning over a new leaf and forgetting the past. Our marriage is the best it has been since the day we said I do.
The book has helped me so much to see me , but most of all it has helped me to see that God loves me and is there with me always and all I have to do is seek Him and he will take care of my needs and bring me through what ever I am going through.
Blessings and love
Elaine Chesser

ps I have a friend that is starting the book, she saw me reading and asked to take the journey also."
We never know what God will do with our testimony of His power and grace at work in our lives. Meet Me at the Well and The Best Life Ain't Easy simply testimonies of His grace and love. Imagine what God will do with your story? Why not tell someone today?

Self test: How Dry Am I?

2010-05-23T13:55:00.004-05:00

My dear friend,

Having a dry season? Ever wonder how dry (translate: dull, distant from God and everybody else including yourself) you've become? It's happened to me, in fact, a friend I just spoke with on the phone sounded like a howling desert wind - full of miserable hot air. Would your friends or family say that's you?

Here's a 60 second SELF TEST:

Mark Yes or No

1. When I get up in the morning, I dread facing the day.

2. I look older than I should.

3. Can't remember the last time I had a good belly laugh.

4. I have more aches and pains than I used to.

5. It takes me forever to fall asleep, and then I'm awake a lot during the night.

6. God never answers my prayers, so why bother?

7. Why make plans for the future? They never work out anyway.

8. I seldom feel strong and vigorous or energetic.

9. I've lost most of my closest friends.

10. I wonder if God cares about me any more?

If you answered Yes to more than three of these questions, you are drying up a bit, my friend, on the inside. It's time to take care of yourself, schedule some regular R & R.

If you answered Yes to five or more, it's time to tell someone else, schedule a full physical, and have an honest conversation with your pastor, a counselor, or close friend.

If you answered Yes to all or most of the above, you are bone dry to the core. Time for serious intervention. Trust me when I say, I've been there. I lost my health and all my joy of living. But here's the GOOD NEWS! You can get it back. I did, and all it took was making time to be alone with God, changing the unhealthy way I looked at my responsibilities, and learning to live for God's pleasure and not simply meeting everyone else's needs. The story of this renewal is written in my book, Meet Me at the Well: Take a Month and Water Your Soul. (Moody Publishers, 2008). Write me back and I'll put your name in a drawing for a free book this week. Sound good? It's worth it to find renewal and real life once again!

Virelle

Faithful in the Small Stuff

2010-05-15T14:43:00.004-05:00

Please note: The amazing four year old pictured here is my grandson Jack Kidder. He is handing out daily dog biscuits to his two huge labs, Bella and Laddie, who obey only when the spirit moves them, or it's raining, or Daddy's home. But today Jack is in charge. He has what they want and makes them sit and wait a moment like two trained seals. It's a beautiful sight.

Jack is learning what every good child needs to learn, including me. Being faithful to do little things well, even when nobody's looking but the dogs, builds a character God and everybody else can trust.

Thanks, Jack. I needed that.

Do Clouds Mean Anything to You?

2010-04-10T10:33:00.002-05:00

Have you ever wondered if there is a message in the clouds? I remember as a kid laying in the grass, naming shapes in the clouds. In recent years, I've been doing that again. I'm full of amazement at what I've seen. But nothing equalled what happened this week.

Last Monday, April 5th, at 6:21 AM I stood in the dark at our marina on the Indian River Lagoon in Florida with my husband, sister-in-law and brother-in-law to watch the space shuttle Discovery launch. It was breathtaking to see the fiery glow of the rockets lift into space carrying seven precious lives on board. Along with a number of others there, I breathed a prayer for their safety. Not five minutes later, after the delayed thunderous boom was heard, the winds blew the rocket's long contrail into this astonishing dove formation. As the sun rose, the sky blushed pink and the dove cloud remained for nearly 20 minutes as we watched. As wonderful as the launch was, the dove cloud surpassed it.

God's artwork? You decide. I stood there thinking how "the heavens declare the glory of God."

Five good things about a rotten day

2010-03-11T19:53:00.004-05:00

It's raining in Florida. Big time. We've had tornados carried by the western winds all afternoon and evening, possible water spouts on the ocean, and enough lightning and thunder to turn off the television and drag out heavy duty flash lights. Cancelled plans, no nice walk today, all added up to a potentially rotten day.

Actually, I love days like this. Rain is romantic, perfect for music and cooking, writing letters, and reading novels. But today was a little different. Looking back over the past twelve sodden hours, there were five special things I loved about this rainy, otherwise "rotten" day:

1. The only appointment I kept was a routine doctor's appointment this morning just before the heaven's opened. It was nostalgic running through puddles in and out of the building like I did as a barefoot kid long ago. Puddles can be fun even in your sixties.

2. Changing plans forced me to be creative about how I used my time. What could I do in about an hour that I seldom make time for? Baking? No, then I'll eat it. I decided on some quick mending and ironing to perk up my wardrobe. A job I'd neglected felt wonderful completed.

3. A phone call from a new friend inviting me to see a condo for sale across the street turned into a happy adventure. When it poured on the way home, she drove me fifty yards through the rain, laughing like kids.

4. Scrapping plans to eat out, Steve and I lit candles all around the house, heated up leftovers and watched a taped show of "White Collar." Fun!

5. Heading to bed now early to curl up with my new Kindle and enjoy Melody Carlson's latest novel.

All in all, a great day. But if it rains tomorrow, I'm working on my novel and heading for the movies afterward.

How do you make the best out of a "rotten" day?

Need a Fresh Start?

2010-03-06T12:41:00.003-05:00

Sometimes we all need a new beginning, a fresh start. It seems God knows it, too. He has a way of meeting us on our path and pointing us in a entirely new direction. That's been happening to me lately.

Those who read this blog and my newsletter already know Lisa Troyer and I have teamed up in ministry this year and have begun a new adventure together. Now with two weekend retreats under out belt, and a recent trip to Nashville with meetings with publishers, agents, and music gurus, I'm happy to say it all feels good. Just right, like Little Bear's porridge.

If you'd like, please give a listen to our interview with Wayne Shepherd at his website, www.wayneshepherd.net. Click on "Meet Me at the Well" radio special on the right side. Hopefully, you can hear our story, and Lisa's music. Wow! Her new CD by the same name is available now on iTunes, and on Amazon.

On top of that, I now have some time to myself at home (first time in almost a year) to actually work on my novel. Hurray!

What's going on in your life? Need a new beginning? Fresh starts are good for the soul.

Have a super day!

Virelle

Great days ahead

2010-01-27T16:38:00.002-05:00

Dear friends,

I've just spent the most wonderful weekend with the ladies from Grace Chapel in Lexington, MA speaking at their annual retreat "Winterlude." Just days after the horrible earthquake in Haiti, 550 women gathered at the Hyannis Conference Center on Cape Cod, almost half of them Haitian women. Such a tender spirit of loving compassion moved among us. It was no accident we were together that weekend. Many were awaiting word on the safety and survival of family and friends.

After our evening sessions on Friday, these dear Haitian ladies met for prayer in a conference room, spilling out into the hallway. The sound of their prayer and singing of hymns could be heard throughout the hotel. Everyone who heard it was moved.

A deep personal joy was being joined by Lisa Troyer for the first time in a retreat. Her new CD to accompany Meet Me at the Well had arrived, and she sang after each of my sessions, plus a concert on Saturday evening. Wow! I'd never experienced her in concert previously. What a deep, passionate, rich voice she has. I was blown away. Her music added so much to the retreat, and the new CD is amazing. I hope you will listen to it on iTunes and make her music a part of your day. This photo of us was taken late Saturday night after we'd experienced a powerful moving of God calling women to Himself. We were both humbled and grateful to be part of that.

Lisa and I were also joined by Circle of Friends board member, Jocelyn Hamsher, who co-authored the new 13 week Bible study with me. Actually, Lisa did the lion's share of the writing. Her unflappable spirit and warm smile at the book table were so much fun. Later in February I'll join Lisa and Jocelyn again in Wooster, Ohio for the Circle of Friends conference. Hope you can join us. Please visit www.meeetmeatthewell.fm for more details. Save the dates, Feb. 26, 27. I hope to meet you there.

For those of you who are writers, I'll be teaching soon at Write for the Soul, the annual conference of the Christian Writers' Guild in Denver, CO at the Grand Hyatt. This is one of the premier writers' conferences in the country, and it's a thrill to teach there on "Writing from Personal Experience." The dates are February 17-21. If you have a story on your heart that needs a shepherd, consider checking it out at www.christianwritersguild.com.

May God's presence be near you today, and His hope fill your heart.

Virelle

A New Year Dawning - What's Up with That?

2009-12-27T09:26:00.006-05:00

With a full moon hung in the sky on New Year’s Eve, we will all turn in one direction or another as 2010 rolls in. Frankly, it’s my favorite time of the year. Here are some of my goals, prayers, and hopes for the New Year:

· I want to treat everyone like I would treat Jesus if He walked in the room, which He is already.

· I want to love more, in small ways and big, and open my heart wide to God’s love. I’ve missed a lot of it over the years.

· I want to treat my body and time like I’d handle a huge trust fund.

· With God’s help and personal discipline, I want to finish my first murder mystery this spring.

· A new retreat is in the works, “Reaching for God’s Best, based on The Best Life Ain’t Easy (Moody, 2008). I’ll need to complete that for Women of Grace in Canada in June.

· Lisa Troyer and I are teaming up in ministry this year with her new worship CD to accompany Meet Me at the Well. Jocelyn Hamsher has co-written a 13-week Bible study to launch in January. We are excited as we do our first two retreats in Jan/Feb. Moody radio stations and others will air an hour long radio special with Wayne Shepherd, Lisa and me in the next few weeks. Check it out at www.meetmeatthewell.fm.

· I want to be Steve’s best girlfriend, fishing buddy, and friend. Together we hope to support our kids, grandkids, and friends in prayer. Family and friends are super important, so planning time to be together is tops on our list in 2010.

· I don’t want to waste a moment of this life complaining about anything or anybody. Hold me to that, will you? How about doing the same?Write back and share your own list! In the meantime, reach only for God’s best.

May His hand on your shoulder and His Word in your heart guide you daily.

Virelle

Merry Christmas from Virelle & Family!

2009-12-15T18:54:00.006-05:00

Merry Christmas, Friends!

Here's a photo of our eight fantastic grand kids, the same one we sent out in our Christmas letters. Six boys and two girls ranging in age from two to thirteen. Does it get any better? God has been SO GOOD to us!

This past year has been full of challenges and blessings, just like yours. And like you, we wrestle with life and death issues in our family, too, and rejoice in times of harmony and love. We grieved the loss of my dear sister-in-law, Susan, last March, and pray we may have even more time with our three elderly parents, ages 93, 96, and 96. Wow. What blessings to have them this long.

Even though God allows sad events, He also blows us away with surprise blessings. I'll share more details in January, but for now, just know that Lisa Troyer, musician and Moody radio host, is one God's amazing gifts to me. Her gifts and talents have been poured out to enhance the ministry of Meet Me at the Well. We'll begin partnering in ministry in Cape Cod, Massachusetts in January. I'm so excited!

One of the best encouragements this year as a writer has been the many letters and emails I've received from friends around the world who've read Meet Me at the Well and The Best Life Ain't Easy. You never can imagine what God can do with your story.

My husband continues to feel well three years post heart attack. God has blessed us with 43 years of marriage. We have our sights set on 45 and then 50.

One of our favorite days is coming up, Jan 1, when Steve and I spend at last half the day sharing, dreaming, and seeking God about His plans for us in the new year. Why not do the same with your spouse or good friend? Journal what you pray for and commit to God, then peek at it throughout the new year for renewal and focus. If you want to, white and tell me what your hopes and dreams are for 2010. I look forward to hearing from you!
God's BEST LIFE to you in the new year!
Virelle

Exciting new partnership

2009-11-16T15:03:00.004-05:00

Don't you love it when God brings His plans together? Here's one of the best things in my life these days: a new ministry partnership with Lisa Troyer, a Cleveland based Moody radio host and musician, and her ministry Circle of Friends. Last spring, when Lisa heard me speak in Cleveland for Moody's Gathering for Women, she felt God's nudge to write and produce a worship CD to accompany my book, Meet Me at the Well. After we talked it over, we subsequently flew in August to Moody Publishers for their blessing and advice. By July, Lisa had written and recorded a number of songs in Nashville, and signed with a record label.

I'm delighted to say, God has blessed this venture beyond belief! Pictured here are radio host Wayne Shepherd, me, producer Joe Carlson, and Lisa Troyer at Michael Card's famed Mole End Studio in Nashville where we recorded an hour-long radio special announcing the January release of Lisa's new CD, "Meet Me at the Well," as well as our upcoming partnership in ministry. I will speak and Lisa will lead worship around this wonderful God-given theme of renewal. Isn't He wonderful? Our first retreat will be Winterlude for Grace Chapel in Lexington, MA, held at the Hyannis Conference Center January 14-17, 2010 on Cape Cod. In February we'll bring the same messages and music to Lisa's Circle of Friends retreat near Cleveland. (More details soon.)

As I write this, Jocelyn Hamshire, pastor's wife, speaker, and COF board member, is completing a 13 week Bible study to accompany Meet Me at the Well. I marvel at the goodness of God in all this. We are truly a Circle of Friends serving Him together. If you'd like more updates, or would like to schedule an event, please contact me via my website, www.virellekidder.com.

In the meantime, may God's goodness mercies overflow in your life.

Ever seen a pink full moon?

2009-11-03T21:41:00.003-05:00

I wish I'd had a camera the other night as my husband Steve and I stood on the boardwalk of the Indian River Lagoon in Fort Pierce, Fl after a wonderful dinner at Cobb's Landing. Amazing. Suddenly, this pale pink full moon rose through the clouds like a rose in bloom. We were stunned by its beauty. I've seen an orange harvest moon in NY, full of brazen glory, but nothing like this. To the north of it were the densest thunder clouds you've ever seen, black as a wool blanket. We'd never have seen the moon rise that night if we'd stayed home, just forty minutes to our north. But here on the literal edge of night, God made a spectacle of beauty rising like hope next to the storm.

Like you, our lives often skirt big storms, sometimes landing right in them. We have a very black one right now in our family with a deathly diagnosis for my husband's mother. It's awful to see the darkness gaining on her, and on us all. But here is hope tonight rising for real in my heart like that rare pink moon. I know this is not all there is. Life has more. God has more of His goodness and mercy to give. And the darkness cannot overcome it. I'm sure of it.

The Best Days of Your Life

2009-10-03T08:52:00.000-05:00

The Best Days of Your Life

A few moments stick in my mind from our summer on the road as the very best. Here's a photo of our daughter, Lauren, with Steve and me right after completing a triathlon in Grand Island, NY near Buffalo. Cheering her on were hubby Michael, all three kids, brothers Bob and Dave, two nephews, and one sister-in-law, Jose. Just finishing the event was a high point, as Lauren has suffered with lupus for almost twenty years. We never expected this, but a remission period has allowed her to begin working out and running for the first time since high school. She's my hero.

What do moments like this mean to parents? The world and beyond. Because God gives them like unexpected gifts right when we need them. We had just returned from helping Steve's folks during a health crisis. Today, Lauren is anticipating knee surgery and an injection for back problems. Life goes on, doesn't it. But the best days linger in my mind. There's always cause to celebrate God's goodness.

What's your reason to celebrate today? Can't think of one? I love the sign in the mortician's office, "Any day above the ground is a good day."

What three months on the road will do to you...

2009-09-21T14:58:00.003-05:00

A lot of my friends have asked, "Where's Virelle been all summer?" The simple answer is living out of a suitcase along with my husband, Steve, for three months traveling around New York State visiting our parents, kids, and grandkids. Sure, vacation calls us back home, so much of our time was spent reconnecting with loved ones, especially my husband's parents in western New York. We also came home with new appreciation for the busy lives our kids lead managing work, church, business and family life. Our eight grandkids are growing tall, strong, smart, handsome, and beautiful. Of course. They're our grandkids! Take a look at all eight lined up according to age. Pretty cool bunch.

We also spent three weeks at our wilderness camp in the Adirondack Mountains north of Lake Placid. Having been the only members of our family to have lasted that long in the woods, let me just say how good indoor plumbing, electricity, and running water look to us now. Still, there's no place else on earth as beautiful as our camp setting. Where else do you find moose tracks on the beach, pine scented breezes, and spectacular views everywhere?

Best of all, we were able to care for Steve's Mom and Dad, ages 93 and 96, for six weeks over the summer offering us priceless opportunities to return love they've given us lavishly over our lifetime. We wouldn't trade it for the world.

Guess what we learned?
- Nothing is more important than love
- Our family and friends are our greatest treasures
- We need very little to be truly happy

How about you?
Incidentally, I'm speaking at Cooperstown Bible Conference in North Dakota this weekend. Hope to see some of you there!
Grace to you,
Virelle

Let's talk about murder!

2009-06-18T16:29:00.002-05:00

Those of you who know me well are probably tired of hearing me talk about my murder mystery. But for those who seldom associate my name with murder, no, I'm not "Kiddering" around. I'm happily writing the first in a series of murder mysteries revolving around a young journalist named Maddie, her seriously fun senior neighbor, Lil, and a host of characters from the most beautiful town in Florida, Vero Beach. It all starts with Maddie walking on the beach after work with a large iced mocha latte, a socialite's daughter who believed a lie and ended up dead, and a town that wouldn't be bullied. It doesn't hurt that Lil's handsome grandson, a professor from New York, feels compelled to fly down and solve this case, too.

So why's a Christian writer intrigued with murder? Because real life happens to all of us, Christian or not. I'm delighted to join the ranks of many fellow authors who have jumped into a new genre and found such challenge and delight. You'll find hints and updates, maybe even an excerpt or two, right here on my blog.

Feel like there's a budding writer inside you, too? Check out Jerry Jenkins' Christian Writers Guild website: www.christianwritersguild.com. You'll be amazed at all the new mini courses being designed for those with singular interests. My favorite courses are still the Apprentice and Journeyman courses, designed for serious students. Over the years I have mentored many and watched some go into full time writing careers. How fun is that?

Stay in touch. You'll be hearing from me when you least expect it.

Virelle

Take a Hike with Me!

2009-06-05T19:55:00.006-05:00

Here's a fun question: Where does an elk go for breakfast?

Answer: Anywhere he wants to!

On our recent week-long trip to Estes Park, Colorado, Steve and I awoke daily to many huge elk grazing outside our door. They own the Rocky Mountains, basically, seldom moving for cars, and never for pedestrians. What fun! While I taught writing at 8,000 feet, guzzling water to prevent altitude sickness, Steve trekked down to the Big Thompson River with his new fly rod to catch a big one. In an entire week, he caught nothing, but who cared? It was a great place to spend his sixty-fifth birthday! I had an eager class filled with talented writers and a whole week to enjoy meeting with fellow writers and agents I hadn't seen in a long time.

After Colorado, I had two days to unpack and repack to speak north of Toronto at Women of Grace, held at the beautiful Muskoka Bible Conference Centre on Lake Mary. It was a remarkable time. Not only did a moose swim across the lake, as if on cue, but some amazing women attended whom I will remember for a long time. If you live near there, I've been invited to return in June, 2010. Please come!

May was a busy month, with eighteen days on the road speaking. Apart from doing some radio and television shows now, I'm gearing up to begin work on two novels this year. Pray I can write them with joy and not fear, as this is an entirely new genre for me.

I'll be giving away several copies of The Best Life Ain't Easy in the next few weeks. If you'd like to receive one, just be one of the first five people to jot me a line with "book giveaway" in the subject line. Write to me at connect@virellekidder.com.

May this day bring only God's best to you!

Virelle

Good writing makes good reading

2009-05-11T14:24:00.002-05:00

I'm sitting in my living room surrounded by suitcases, book boxes, grandchildren's birthday gifts, and a small stack of papers begging to be looked at one more time before bed. Tomorrow Steve and I leave for the Colorado Christian Writers' Conference, a singular experience high up in the Rockies at the YMCA conference center in Estes Park. It's a favorite of mine, a place of miracles year after year. Some of my closest writing friendships were formed here. I'll be teaching a continuing course on "Writing a Life-Changing Non-Fiction Book." Should be fun.

But in the back of my mind, I'm forming the mind of a fiction writer. For several years a novel has grown roots deep in my soul, awakening me at all hours. I long for June's clear slate to get to know my characters "for real."

Now I wonder, as you may, what's the real difference between good fiction and good non-fiction? The stock answer is that one is true and one is not. But I question that every night as I pick up Jan Karen's first book in the Father Tim series, Home to Holly Springs. "A childish title," I thought when I first opened it. But now, I'm riding on the front seat in Father Tim's old Buick, squeezed between him and his enormous black dog, visiting rooms in his life long shut.Some of them frighten me, as old rooms from my own childhood sometimes do. It's a stunning revelation how this character has become real flesh and blood. I know him. I feel his pain, love his wife, experience his weakness, and struggles. He is no longer fiction.

How I'd love to write such living prose that readers would find it impossible to separate from real life. That's what reading good writing does. It trains our ear to the sound of reality, allows us to peer inside the microscope and see what others miss. Good writing, finely honed by those who didn't quit, illuminates life. How perfectly fitted Christian writers are to listen to the Master, and see with His eyes as we write. That's what I long for. How about you?

A Surprise Gift from God

2009-04-27T11:46:00.003-05:00

What an amazing gift God gave to Steve and me this week! Those of you who have read The Best Life Ain't Easy, But it's Worth It will remember the story of Steve's miraculous conversion to Christ on Halloween Day when our wonderful Dutch pastor, Jan Senneker, came to visit me to talk about church membership. Instead, I stayed in the kitchen while he and Steve spent an hour unearthing Steve's last few questions about the Christian life. Sometime around 10 PM, Steve bowed his head and quietly prayed. All he said was, "I accept." In my mind I've photographed his face, and Jan's, the joy of that moment, the sense that something life-changing had just happened.

That was thirty-seven years ago in Baltimore, MD. Within days, Steve's job changed to the Boston area, our wonderful Christian friends had a dinner for us and gave us a copy of The Living Bible. With great sadness, we kissed them all good-bye and left. Most, we have never seen again. A few, like Ginny and Keith Edwards, have stayed in close touch.

Some years later we heard that tragic news that Jan and his wife Ruth had begun a new pastorate in Melbourne Beach, FL, not far from where we live now, and that their two oldest children were killed while waiting for the school bus. The sorrow was enormous.

I regret now that we didn't try harder to locate them and express our love and condolences, but those were wild and crazy days and for some reason we didn't. We often spoke of their family and longed to be with them again.

And now yesterday, our of nowhere, Jan Senneker's name appeared in my inbox. I yelled to Steve, "Guess who just wrote us?" We read his letter out loud, hearing again of his joyful memory of that Halloween night long ago, of his and Ruth's love for us, and recounting it ourselves. A happy correspondence has since ensued. How good is God?

Another joyful wrinkle in all this, is that now we have a Dutch daughter-in-law, Jose, as well! We are linked in a new way! It has to make God and all of Heaven chuckle at the way He works out even small details in our lives: where we move and when, the jobs that just "happen" to fall into place, the "bad things" that eventually become a ministry, the giants of faith like Jan and others who walk into our lives right when we need them. Even on Halloween!

Joy to you, my friend! Watch for His surprises today.

Virelle

A Special Gathering

2009-04-21T17:56:00.002-05:00

This past weekend I had the privilege of sharing the platform with Leslie Vernick at Parkside Church in Chagrin Falls, Ohio, where a "Moody Gathering for Women" filled the church with more than the 1700 women who attended. We rocked the place with worship, led by Christy Nockles and her band, filled it with prayer orchestrated by Moody radio station WCRF, and laughed our heads off in joyful fellowship. Leslie and I have never spoken together, but what a treat it was. She is my all time favorite "go to" relationship expert, and taught us all much about how to obey the Lord and apply Scripture to our lives. Memorable.

The theme was "Growth to Grace." Leslie's messages emphacised growing in the Lord, and mine centered on grace to rest, and grace to love. We were wowed at God's working in answer to prayers. So many women, over 30 in all, prayed to receive Christ for the first time. Many more rededicated themselves to full surrender to Christ. If you'd like to hear the messages, consider checking out www.wcrfradio.org.

Many new friends have written asking where I'm speaking next, so here's the info:

May 1-3 Christ the King Conference Center, Greenville, NY (Episcopal Clergy Wives retreat)
May 9 King's Baptist Church, Vero Beach
May 13-16 Colorado Christian Writers' Conf., Estes Park, CO
May 22-24 Women of Grace, Muskoka Bible Centre, north of Toronto, Canada

Please leave a comment and let me know if you'll be attending any of these conferences. I'd love to meet you!

Be refreshed!

Virelle

Doin’ Life

2009-03-28T20:31:00.002-05:00

It isn’t every day you drive home a new car, but that’s what happened in the Kidder household today. We took the bait – a super sale where we’d leased our present Honda CRV (a honey of a car). Sadly, two years isn’t nearly long enough to own a car. Cars become like family members to us. Turning it now in felt like taking a puppy to the dog shelter: unnatural. Almost immoral. But that’s what we did.

Feeling an urge to go green, we’d planned on leasing the new Honda hybrid, the Insight. I even liked the name. Steve liked the mileage. We both liked the ride, but not the price.

“Want to look at an Accord?” our favorite salesman, Mike, asked.

“Sure, why not?”

You got it. The first one we sat it called our name. Even the color, a romantic Basque Red Pearl, sounded sexy. Mileage is good, but not 43 MPG like the Insight. And it’s the basic LX model, with minimal bells and whistles. But we loved it. And the price? Just right, like Goldilocks and little Bear’s bed.

As the blue Honda CRV was driven away, we waved good-bye to a good friend, then sniffed the new car aroma of the little red pearl. This one we’ll enjoy a whole three years. After months of sadness over Susan’s illness and death, it felt good to celebrate a bit.

Even so, I’m learning life’s celebrations come in unexpected ways. Big ones, like a new baby born, or the five women who received Christ as Savior last weekend when I spoke in Clifton Park, NY, are forever recorded in Heaven. But small ones, too, evidence God’s love, things like cards of condolence from dear friends, the red flash of a cardinal darting across the road, or the smile of a friend at church tonight and her words, “I’ve been praying for you.” Love gifts from the Father’s hand.

How’s your life been lately, my friend? Why not write and tell me? Please know how much you mean to me.

His best to ewe,

Virelle

She called me “Toadie”

2009-03-19T18:48:00.001-05:00

Not much worse than going home for the funeral of a loved one, is there? Unless it’s waiting for death, praying it doesn’t come. But that’s where we’ve been for the past month or more, waiting and praying through the extended lung infection of Steve’s dear sister, Susan. Having miraculously recovered from pancreatic and liver cancer eight years ago, Susan’s life and faith blossomed into fresh joy, amazing energy, and service for God. Best of all, she became an unfailing prayer partner to many, including Steve and me.

After Susan’s first bout with cancer, she named me “Toadie” in her funny bent for sarcasm. It stuck. Following her recovery, we began an email volley of “Toadie notes.” I named her “Weezer.” We did things like that. Notes from Susan took priority over editors in my email. Her words meant that much to me.

No one prayed or encouraged like Susan. She had little money, if any, and a life of hardship none could deny. But she seldom complained, marking instead each day’s joys. God filled Susan with Himself.

We’re certain now that Susan knew she was dying, but told no one. We all waited and prayed for another medical miracle. But none came, just a request from Susan for family to come. We left in the morning. But Susan entered Heaven that night. Glad and pain free, she ran into the arms of her Savior. What a moment! I can almost hear her shouting, “Hey, Toadie. You should see this!”

But there will be no more Weezer notes, encouragement, or prayers. Just peace on both sides of Heaven’s door. But I must admit, Steve and I, along with all the family, find the quiet side of the door lonely tonight.

Peace to you. Enjoy each day and hug the ones you love.
Virelle

A New Direction

2009-02-14T12:40:00.004-05:00

Starting in a new direction is exciting to me but scary at the same time. You, too?
For the past four years, I've felt God redirecting my writing life, calling me to a new direction: fiction. But I was afraid. Could I do it? What if I fail? Non-fiction is definitely my comfort zone. What if I don't even try?
In a tiny step of faith, I herded three other writers with the same dream into an online critique group. We four: Melanie, Michelle, Christa, and I, call ourselves "Novel Friends" and all put our toes in the ring at the same time. Since then, Michele and Chrisa have produced great novels,and Christa's has even been nominated for the Gold Medallion Award!(Watch for her upcoming interview on "Virelle & Friends." Sign up for that on my website.) Melanie and I have busy with non-fiction books that were first on our lists, doodling with our novels on the side. My two new books came out in 2008 with Moody Publishers, Meet Me at the Well and The Best Life Ain't Easy. I'm happy with them and have a full year of speaking scheduled ahead. This fall I've labored over a new book proposal to follow them, but a nagging unrest plagued me. What about the novel? When will I complete it?
Yesterday I spent time at the library trying to write my proposal again and realized something big and honest and a little frightening. I'll be miserable if I have to write this now and put off the novel yet again. I shared that with Steve last night, when simultaneously, Melanie wrote me about how Karen in her prayer group said she sensed I was going in a new direction after finishing the Best Life. Was it fiction? It really surprised me...another clear nudge from God.

This morning, Steve read me this old poem from a devotional we use and it was the confirmation I needed. Maybe you need it today, too.

"God is not in a hurry, dear!
The work He chose for you can wait,
If He’s giving you another task to do.
Or, if He call you from your work to quietness and rest,
Be sure that in the silence you may do His bidding best.

You cannot be a joy to Him, if thus with frown and fret
You turn at each new call of His, to find new lessons set.
The old familiar tasks were dear, and ordered by His hand;
But come and tread another way: it is as He has planned.

And yesterday He led you there; and now He wants you here;
And what shall be tomorrow’s work? Tomorrow will make it clear.
So patiently and faithfully let each day’s course be run;
God is not un a hurry, dear,
His work will all be done."

--Edith Hickmann Divall

That was it. I’m happy to say the decision is made. I’m turning to the two novels I need to write. Even if I appear unsuccessful, I will be obedient. Thanks for your prayers and encouragement, and your honesty. I love it when you write back.
Are you sensing a new direction in your life, too? Maybe it's small, like the new haircut I got yesterday, or it might be bold and wild, like moving out of state. Why not share it with your best friends and ask them to pray as my friends have for me. Then, buckle up. Sniff the wind for change. Something very God is in the works!
His best to you!

Virelle

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Good Things Still Happen!

2009-01-27T12:15:00.002-05:00

Hi, friends,
It's a rare day for any of us to anticipate good things ahead all day, but that's how my day is shaping up, and I hope yours, too. It began at 7 AM watching the sunrise golden against a mauve sky, then breakfast and coffee in bed, followed by a good long walk praying and praising God. I'm always amazed God lets me live another day. Think of it.

You might imagine a writer's life is full of excitement. Quite the opposite is true. More often it's full of quiet hours of business, frustration with handling filing and details, combing through email and correspondence, meeting deadlines, and tracking our slim progress before any actual writing begins. Then the plague of flies arrives to buzz around my brain with doubts, interruptions, phone calls, and difficulty staying on task. That used to send me to the kitchen for a snack, now I head more often to the library for a quiet study room and a few hours of creativity.

That's why today is so special. I'm leaving in a few hours to speak to the Orlando Word Weavers Writer's group, a singular honor. It was begun by my good friend Eva Marie Everson, and is now led by full-time writer Larry Leech. I'm so excited to share my story, "One Writer's Life" with this group of men and women I so admire. If you live in the Orlando area, I hope you'll join us.

In addition to today's fun, I had a great interview recently on Momlogic, which is an arm of Time Warner. Take a look. If you know of someone who might want to see it, please pass it on. The link is:

http://community.momlogic.com/profiles/blogs/your-best-life-aint-easy-a

I hope your day is back to back blessings, too. When you think of it, just waking up and having another day to serve God is pretty exciting. Drop me a line and share your good things, too!
His Best to You!
Virelle

Nudging the Slug

2009-01-19T16:44:00.002-05:00

Hi, friends,

I LOVE hearing from you! Thanks to all who have written or stopped by my website (www.virellekidder.com) and signed up for my newsletter "Virelle & Friends." Many have asked for prayer and shared your lives. I can't tell you how much that means to me.

Like many of you, I'm working on "nudging the slug" inside me that would rather read a good book or hang out on my computer than exercise. Aiming for 30 minutes a day, I've already walked twice this week, which is a small, but good beginning. That scares me.

We all know how easy it is to begin grandly, and soon lose our head of steam. Before too long, the path behind us is littered with good intentions. Lots of people tell me they plan to write a book one day. Some envision a financial boom with their first novel. But books are small stuff when compared to health issues like stopping smoking, or seeking help with drug or alcohol abuse. Those who've succeeded will say it takes huge courage. And what about healing a wounded marriage? Even a glance at the divorce statics in America proves good plans dissolve quickly when we encounter trouble.

So here we both sit wondering how anyone accomplishes her goals? Is it worth trying to lose that weight, or write that book, finish college, or stop unhealthy habits before they kill us? Do we dare hope for success? I think so. In fact, I know so.

Listen up, friends. We have a Father in Heaven who cares about every moment in our life. (Psalm 139) He has good plans for us (Jeremiah 29:11) and will strengthen us to do His will as we ask Him to. Sound amazing? It's true, and too wonderful for words. Sure, in my pathetic flesh I'll fail. But in God's strength, you and I can accomplish every dream He's put in our hearts. I believe it.

Write me and let me know what your dreams are. We can pray for one another as we move forward in faith, one step at a time.

Don't forget to post a comment and write back.

His Best to You!
Virelle

Conversations you may have had with God

2008-12-30T12:04:00.003-05:00

Hi, friends,

Ever had a conversation with God like I did today?
It's a glorious day in Florida, the kind I used to dream of when we lived in New York. So why would I hang on my computer doing email until after 11 AM? Frankly, I'm a workaholic, wanting to change. So I put on my sneakers, turned the iTyrant off, and went out the door.
Stepping into the fresh breeze, I aimed for two miles of brisk walking and talking with God. Instantly, I was confessing what I slug I've become.

"Lord, I'm so sorry for putting off exercise again just because of a sore elbow. I could have been walking every day. Now I've gained ten pounds since last Spring, can't fit into any of my pants, and my thighs are rubbing. I'm such a mess!"

He whispered, It isn't what you put into your mouth that defiles you; it's what comes out.

"Are you telling me I've been sinning with my words more than my appetite?"

No, I'm telling you that the care of your body, mind, and spirit are designed to work together with Me? That's how I made you. Remember, Virelle?

"I guess I forgot that again, Lord. I'm sorry. Can you explain it to me again?"

Do you remember in my Word where I cautioned you to see that your whole body, mind, and spirit were preserved blameless until my coming? When you neglect one part, the whole person can't walk in step with me fully. Do you want to do that, my Child?

"Yes, of course I do. But I fail so easily, Lord. I get lazy, and selfish, and well, You know how I get."

I felt His smile.

Yes, I do. But I love you anyway. Remember, you are to live your life with Me not by power, nor by might, but by My Spirit. I will help you all the way. You have only to ask. (see Zechariah 4: 6)

"Help me keep in step with you, Lord, and stop me when I'm going my own way. I love you, Lord."

And I love you, Child.

Forty minutes later I came home, fully refreshed. I'd met countless neighbors and dogs and talked with all of them. But it's what God said to me today that made all the difference.
Had to share this with you. May only His very best come into your life in the New Year.
Virelle

1 Thessalonians 5: 23- 24 "May God Himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul, and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. The One who calls you is faithful and He will do it."

Christmas Love to You!

2008-12-01T19:12:00.003-05:00

Merry Christmas, friends!

We just returned from a week in cold New York visiting our son David and his wife, Jose, and two little boys, Jack and Stephen, for Thanksgiving. What happy times we had with them, celebrating Jack's third birthday, listing to his observations about Thanksgiving ("I'm thankful for Stephen."), hearing 18 month old Stephen tap his grandpa on the cheek and say, "Papa" so lovingly. Does it get any better?

It was fun being in their home for the first time at Thanksgiving, enjoying the loving atmosphere, plus having our daughter Amy join us. Over the top family times. The day beforehand we visited my 95 year old mother in her nursing home in Albany, NY and had a grand visit together. God fills my life with more good than bad. I'm grateful for that.

During difficult times (and who doesn't have them?), it's easy to forget God's goodness. While rereading Psalm 103 recently, I realized how true each verse is in my own life. When I began thanking God for each blessing listed, it amazed me how much I take for granted every day. So many gifts of His goodness fill my plate today. Can you count your own? Maybe during this Christmas season we could each thank God out loud at the beginning and end of our day for all the ways He's showed us His love, beginning with Jesus as our real, true, forever Savior.

I remember the first Christmas after I'd asked Jesus into my heart being in church and realizing for the first time what the words in the carols meant. Wow! They were no longer holiday songs, but celebrations bursting in my heart of the new reality of knowing Jesus as my Savior and Lord. Have you felt the same way, too? Did you know God's greatest desire is for you to know Him personally, to entire His forever family completely cleansed from sin? Because of Jesus' death on the cross for each one of us, we can be fully forgiven and welcomed into God's family. Take a moment and read John 5: 24 today. Invite Jesus to be your Savior and Lord this Christmas. He's the best gift you'll ever receive.

His Best to you!
Virelle

Celebrate With Me!!

2008-09-26T18:55:00.004-05:00

Hi, friends,
This is a day to celebrate! My new book, The Best Life Ain't Easy, But it's Worth It will release October 1 with Moody Press. Want to take a peek at my new video trailer on Youtube? I thought you would. Just click this address: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaRCAldik6w

The Best Life Ain't Easy is the most personal, honest, reflective story I've ever told and it's all about God's patience and persistent love in my life. It reads like a novel. I was ecstatic when Jerry Jenkins said he couldn't put it down. I hope you'll find a copy soon and read it. Please write me and let me know what you think. You might also win a signed copy, as I'll choose names right here on my blog for gift copies. Just write me at connect@virellekidder.com to enter the drawing. Mark the subject line "blog giveaway."

Next, "Virelle & Friends: Let's Get Real" will launch at the same time. It's an exciting newsletter just for women, published about five or six times a year. The most real women I know will join us, authors and experts, novelists and writers, doers and dreamers. I hope you'll find it a must read and pass it on to your friends. If you'd like to be on my mailing list (never shared), please hop over to www.virellekidder.com and sign up.

In mid-September I had the joy of speaking at Cooperstown Bible Camp in North Dakota, one of the most beautiful places you could imagine. Just a hint of autumn made this Florida girl feel good. Best of all, we had a larger than expected attendance and God showed up! He watered each of our souls and bonded us as sisters in just three days. What a privilege it is to meet freely in His Name and share our faith openly.

I'll look forward to getting to know each of you in the weeks and months to come. Visit my website to sign up for "Virelle & Friends" and leave a comment or a question for me.
God's best to you today!
Virelle

My Beautiful Gift

2008-07-08T14:42:00.002-05:00

Here are three photos of Steve's "Loving Hands" marble sculpture which he presented to me for our 42nd anniversary. He worked hundreds of hours on them. The marble is from Istanbul, purchased from his sculpting teacher Baris Karyazagan several years ago. Please see earlier posts for more about this sculpture. What a gift! These photos don't do them justice. They are breathtaking. The larger hand is, of course, a somewhat expanded model of Steve's hands, and the smaller one is an exact replica of mine. Really amazing!

Something Smells Wonderful!

2008-06-10T14:55:00.003-05:00

What's your favorite smell? Among my favorite smells in the world are hamburgers on the grill, pot roast, popcorn, and anything with cinnamon or chocolate in the oven. As I write this, I have brownies baking, a rare event for me now, because company's coming! That's my idea of real fun. Nothing I love better than having friends and family visit. Our house smells fantastic!
One of the things I love most about God, is that He loves a party, too! A big party, where everyone is invited! The food and wine are the best there is. Remember Jesus at the wedding at Cana where he turned a crisis into the most memorable party anyone had ever attended? My guess is that it was a family wedding, as Mary assumed responsibility for the problem when the wine jog ran dry. She instructs the servants to "Do whatever He tells you." (John 2:5) Good advice.
Today I read in John chapter 6 about another crisis involving a massive crowd that didn't want to go home, and they were all hungry. The disciples were running the numbers to see how much it would cost to feed them. Until a little boy offered Jesus his lunch.
The Host of Heaven invited them all to sit down on the grass. Then He held the 5 small loves and 2 fishes high and thanked His Father for the food. You know the end of the story, I'm sure. No one went home hungry. In fact, there were 12 baskets of leftovers. Amazing.
Why do we ever doubt God will provide what we need?
Gotta run. I smell a party coming on!
Have a happy day,
Virelle

Got a Minute for God?

2008-05-23T09:09:00.002-05:00

Last night, my husband Steve was describing a marble stone carving he's making for me of both of our hands. It's called "Loving Hands." Almost every day he drives his old Buick wagon to our boat yard in Florida and sets up a folding ladder and sandbags, lays out his stone carving tools, puts on a mask and begins six to seven hours of delicate work. As the hands begin to emerge from the marble, each finger is fragile under the gentle pressure of his grinding tool. His biggest fear is marring the whole piece with one slip. After hundreds of hours of work over several years , just describing the nearly finished piece brings tears to his eyes. Have I ever received such a love gift? Will I know how to respond when he unveils it? (He's not allowed me to see it for the past several months.) I went to sleep last night asking God for deeper understanding of Steve's love. I want him to know just how loved I feel that he would create such a beautiful gift for me.

Then the obvious hit me. Not only has God created the whole world as a love gift for you and me, He's fashioned each one of us and placed us in it. (See Psalm 139) Imagine the love involved in that creation! As if that weren't enough, God loved us so much that He gave His own Son to live and die in our place, so we would live forever with Him in eternity. Once Christ comes into our life, God begins to mold us into Christ's image, and that takes a lot of chipping, grinding, and polishing. But you and I are worth it. Like Steve's sculpture, you and I are a new creation in Christ Jesus. God is showing the world how much He loves us through the emerging image of Christ in our lives.
How do we respond to such gift? With gratefulness, returned love, and a heart that has learned to receive amazing love.
Are you feel long overdue for sensing God's reality in your life, why not look up? That's right. Just look up at the sky, the trees, the beauty around you. God made them all, just like He made you. And you are beautiful in His eyes, too, and highly valued.
Enjoy your day with a grateful heart.
Virelle

Got a Minute for God?

2008-05-13T13:50:00.002-05:00

It's a good question to ask! My day today was filled with email, phone calls, business and personal errands, shopping, and no time at all for writing. Finding quiet time alone with God this morning was a challenge. My husband and I ended up reading a few devotionals and praying briefly in between phone calls. How about you? It's not usually like this, but as Ruth Bell Graham put it, "If the devil can't make you bad, he'll make you busy!"

What's your day like today? Why not take a minute right now, only 60 seconds, and think about all God's goodness in your life. Has He given you a fresh start, protected you or someone you love from serious illness (My husband had a major heart attack about 18 months ago and is perfectly well today.), taken you through difficult financial times, or discouragement? Why not thank Him? Whatever you're facing right now, ask God for what you need. It's a great way to start over.
Blessings to you,
Virelle