When E.F. Hutton talks, people listen. When God speaks…

Reblogged from debpalmerauthor.wordpress.com. I love this story. So many times we say God isn’t speaking to us, when really it’s us who have become too busy to listen to His still small voice.

Deb Palmer

nameWho remembers the 1970’s E.F. Hutton commercials? My favorite shows two men on a plane conversing across the aisle while disinterested bystanders sleep, read, gaze out the windows. That is, until the name E.F. Hutton drops, causing a collective hush, among the eager eavesdroppers. The ad ends with the famous, unforgettable tag line: “When E.F. Hutton talks, people listen.”

What about when God speaks? Do we lean in, hand cupped over ear, holding our breath in anticipation of His words? Speaking personally, I can say He knows how to get my attention. I’m not talking about an audible voice booming down from heaven saying stuff like “Deb, stop that!… you know better.” No, that’s more likely my own busy-body mind intruding on my peace: named “guilt.” I’m referring to a distinct voice in my head, a message arriving in an envelope of peace, reassurance, and clarity. A voice heard through…

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New Children’s Author on Amazon

Meet children’s author Keith Lawrence Roman. He has self-published several children’s books, all available on amazon.com. His email is Morningsidebooks@aol.com. Some of his books are in paperback form, some in hardback. They are colorful, fun stories. Following are links to some of his books.




These are just three of the many books he has written. Happy reading to your children.

The Business of Being an Author

Check out Joanna Penn’s website and video. You’ll be glad you did if you’re interested in being a successful author.

If you want to make a living as an author, check out Joanna Penn’s video:https://youtu.be/e1tggrt1u3A and website:  http://www.thecreativepenn.com/make-a-living/

Joanna’s webpage also offers a free download (PDF file) of the transcript of the video/author interview. She lays out some basic principles that, when applied, may lead to success. She has authored several books, both fiction and non-fiction.

The Stupa and Karma

The following words and photos are copied from an email I received from our missionary to Nepal, recently devastated by a 7.8 earthquake. The missionaries are fine, but I imagine their four children (ages 8 and under) were terrified.
This building is called the Bird Stupa. There are probably close to a hundred pigeons around this stupa. This is a massive building that no one goes inside. It is said to house a bone from Buddha himself. People walk around the Stupa every day clockwise spinning prayer wheels in hopes of earning enough good karma so that they will do well in the “next life”.

The eyes are “the all seeing eye of Buddha” The part where the eyes are is a square so there are 4 sets of eyes around showing that he sees in every direction.

Inside the dark rectangles are cutouts where the prayer wheels are.

These are just a few of the birds around the Stupa.
No doubt they believe it brings good karma to feed them.
My notes: We do not hate the Nepali people. They are kind, generous, full of compassion and grace. We also have compassion for them, for they have been deceived for centuries. But God, in His great mercy, has sent missionaries there to teach them about Him, about His great love for them, and their need of a Savior (“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God–Rom. 3:23). God loves them the same as He does all of humanity, every single person, regardless of race, background, economic status, etc. Through the efforts of many missionaries, many Nepali people have come to know Christ as Savior. It is our prayer that, through this recent tragedy, many more will know their need of a Savior and call out to the one true God.
Romans 6:23 says, “For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” John 14:6 records these words spoken by Jesus himself: “I am the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.” Ephesians 2:8, 9 says, “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.”
Luke 16:19-31 tells the true account (Jesus never used people’s names in His parables) of a rich man who went to hell and a poor beggar named Lazarus who went to paradise (Abraham’s Bosom). When Jesus rose from the dead He took those who had been waiting for Him in Abraham’s Bosom with Him to heaven. When Jesus was on the cross He told the repentant thief “This day shalt thou be with me in paradise.” He was talking about Abraham’s Bosom, which was the location of all of the Old Testament saints who believed there would someday be a  Messiah, and looked forward to His coming.

I’m Back

Well, I’ve been away for a while. Saturday I thought I was locked out of my blog and thought it would have to be retired. Then I remembered (today) that I had deleted my history so would have to bring up a sign in page. So, here I am.

I am ashamed to say that I have allowed the pressures and emotional strain to cause me to take a break from just about everything. I still prayed and went to church, but neglected Bible reading, writing, tweeting, etc. Haven’t looked at email in days. Catching up isn’t going to be easy.

Thanks to all of you who have been praying for my sweet mother-in-law. She is still in the hospital. Her wound from surgery began seeping this past week and they had to do surgery again. Then they found some other problems. The oldest daughter has been here 3 times (from TN) in five weeks. She will leave again this Friday to go home. Mom seems to be hanging on, but barely. Please continue to pray.

I wandered in the desert a while,

Seems I forgot how to smile.

Through the dusty arid air,

Scripture: I found my way there.

A cool drink of fresh water

To  soothe my thirsty soul,

Reminded me in Psalm One

Of what must be done:

To feast on God’s word,

Heed what is heard,

Then with strength renewed,

I’d blossom anew.

Authors and Bloggers Against Piracy Blog Tour

This is a great idea! Let’s band together as authors and fight piracy while giving away good reading material to all of our loyal readers out there, and to everyone who enjoys books. Also going to try to share this on my website on google+.

Maegan Provan, Author

You know, you hear about authors having their books stolen all the time, and you pray it never happens to you. Yesterday, the latest website to illegally distribute books from hard working authors was exposed. The community rose up and has done a lot to have those books removed. Of course, the sad fact remains that that won’t be the last website to provide illegal downloads of books.

Tricia pointed out to me that simply holding copyright doesn’t mean as much as it should. Anyone can still come in and take your hard work simply because they want to. If you don’t have the money to hire a lawyer to fight the person that stole your work, you are out of luck. She also made an excellent point. People think that because we are published, we are all like J.K. Rowling, rolling around in money and on the cusp of a…

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My Testimony Part 3

One thing I forgot to mention in Part 2 is that I never received any counseling for my temper/anger issues. I didn’t go to any anger management classes or read any books on the subject. I prayed and God answered.

Within the first year of our tour in Germany, my husband stopped going to Bible study; I continued. My mind was like a sponge, soaking up all it could. The last book study in my afternoon ladies’ group was titled, Lord, Change Me by Evelyn Christenson. We were due to return to the U.S. shortly thereafter. The lessons contained in that book really didn’t sink in at the time. It was a good thing I had my own copy of the book.

It was late at night when we left our on-base apartment, taking the shuttle bus from there to the military airport. We were all exhausted. My husband deposited the kids and me at the hotel’s restaurant while he got the luggage checked in and made sure the flight was arranged.

I sat our two-year-old daughter in a booth, told her I’d be back with her supper and asked her not to go to sleep. It was so cute. She looked at me with her big blue eyes and said, “I’m not slee-py” split up like that as her little head wobbled. Our son and I went through the cafeteria-style line and filled our trays. When we got back to the booth my little girl lay in the seat—fast asleep.

My husband returned, ate a hamburger and hustled us off to the DC-8 for our flight home. We would live with his parents until we had a place of our own. As we flew over Scotland the pilot came over the intercom and instructed everyone to look out the portside windows so we could see the lights of Edinburgh. What a sight it was! Of course, the kids were asleep.

When we arrived in the U.S. my husband quickly found a job but still wasn’t speaking to me very much. His older sister had found her Mr. Right and was due to get married so preparations were underway. She lived in another state. The weekend we spent there was one of the most difficult of my life. If I walked into a room, he left it. He wasn’t speaking to me any more than he absolutely had to. His sister came to me and said, “He’s my brother, and I love him, but if I were you, I’d leave him.” I went to the church that night by myself, and spent many hours weeping at the altar. When I said, ” ‘Til death do us part” when we got married, I meant it.

We began looking for places to live. Everyone in his family had a house except us and we were not in a position to afford one right then. We decided on a mobile home. We looked at floor plans and manufacturers. He said I could choose three features that were important to me. I chose a bay window, built-in bookshelves, and a washer and dryer.

Our mobile home was beautiful. It was a 14×70 rose and white color on the outside. It had buffet cabinet in the kitchen with the bay window above it. The built-in bookshelves were also very nice: cabinet underneath with three glass shelves above. We also had a wood-burning fireplace. The furniture was a country motif—wood frame couch and chair with stuffed cushions that were vinyl on the back and ends, and tweed in the middle. They were just the right size for full size sheets to fit around on cold winter nights and lay in front of the fireplace. There were three bedrooms and one and a half bathrooms.

One night while we were getting settled in, we were all tired from unpacking. My mother was there for a visit to help out. My husband was going to go out and get hamburgers and French fries for us. He asked the kids if they wanted fries and they said no. Our finances were limited so I just asked for a hamburger and small fries. When he got back the fries smelled so good the kids changed their minds and asked if they could have some of mine. I hate to admit it, but I refused them saying if they had wanted them they should have asked. It was the last straw.

My husband looked at me, and for the first time ever, yelled at me. “I don’t love you anymore. I would have gone out and gotten some more fries for the kids. I am so sick of your nagging and complaining. If you choose to stay here you’ll have a roof over your head and a place to sleep. Don’t expect anything more from me. If you choose to go, you’re not getting the kids. I won’t have them raised by your constant nagging and complaining. Frankly, I don’t care if you choose to stay or not.” Then he stalked away.

What had just happened? When had he stopped loving me? Why hadn’t I noticed? What had I done to cause him to stop loving me? Could I fix it? No. Only God could do that. One thing I did know—I would continue to meet his physical needs. I still loved him and I was not going to give him any reason to stray.

I went to our room, weeping as I got on my knees and cried to God. I knew my husband didn’t wake up one morning and decide he didn’t want to love me anymore. Something had to have killed it. What had I done? I asked God to show me what I had done to kill my marriage. If you don’t want to know, don’t ask the question, because God will show you.

The next day I dove into that book, Lord, Change Me. I read scripture along with it. I looked up every scripture mentioned. I wrote Bible verses on index cards and taped them on the kitchen cabinets where I would be constantly reminded of what I was supposed to. I asked God to make me the wife my husband needed me to be.

In the meantime, while I was doing that, and a few days after the blow up, I asked the pastor of a church I had started attending to come over. I thought maybe he could counsel us. He and a deacon sat at the kitchen table with my husband and I. As I related what had happened, I was crying. The pastor (or maybe it was the deacon) looked at me and said, “Well, maybe if you got your nose fixed so it didn’t run, maybe that would solve the problem.” Needless to say, I didn’t go back to that church. My husband and I laugh about that now.

One day I asked him if he would go to counseling with me. He said if I thought I needed a counselor I could go, but he didn’t have a problem. I found a Christian counselor who was willing to work with our finances. (Dave Peterson, if you’re reading this, there are not enough ways to say thanks. We’re still together.) I went. He gave me a detailed personality test first. The next appointment was to go over the test so he could explain how my personality affected my behavior and attitudes. He then told me to purchase a book by Drs. Frank Minirth and Paul Meier titled Happiness is a Choice.

As I read these two books plus my Bible, I learned a lot about what I had done wrong. It also showed me what I could do right. I asked God to help me be a better housekeeper so that our home would be neat every day when my husband walked through the door. I began to take more care in my appearance so I looked nice when he got home. I made a list of all of the things that irritated me, and another list of all of the things I appreciated about him. I placed the first list under a vase over the mantle and told the Lord that was His to take care of. Those things were beyond my ability to change. I was not to touch that list until my marriage was healed (except for picking it up to dust under it). The second list was a matter of daily prayer.

I studied Proverbs 31:10ff. That was the kind of wife I wanted to be. I gave my tongue to the Lord and asked Him to remove every critical thought or complaint from my mind and heart (out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks—Matt. 12:34).

I treated my husband as if he was the most important person in the world. I gave him all the love I had, expecting, asking for nothing in return. He was suspicious for a long time, thinking I was trying to manipulate him. It actually took about two to three years for him to really love me again.

God taught me how to be a good wife and mother. God put my marriage back together again. Everything I did, every change that occurred in me, came about because of God’s tools (counseling, Bible, books, and prayer) to heal the rift. My husband had given up, but God had not, and He gave me the will to persevere. Satan tried to destroy my family. God gave me the will to fight for it. Romans 8:37—”Nay, in all these things, we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.”

©copyright April 13, 2015 by author Aleta Kay. All rights reserved.

Learning About this Toxic Mineral Could Save Lives! Asbestos Awareness Week April 1st – 7th

In other words, this could affect anyone. We all need to be careful in this life. We are prone to take our lives and health for granted until things get serious.

Deb Palmer

asbestos awareness weekPicture this: A sweet child skips down the sidewalk, lost in the land of imagination. She’s wearing daddy’s work jacket like a super hero cape, spinning, clicking her heels. Dwarfed inside the jacket with faint smells of her protector, she’s safe, invincible.

Decades later, in 2005, this child, Heather Von St. James, is diagnosed with Pleural Mesothelioma, a rare cancer caused by exposure to high levels of asbestos. In Heather’s case, it was as a result of secondhand exposure while dancing around in her father’s jacket, oblivious of its lethal potential.

April 1-7th is Asbestos Awareness Week. If you’re like me, you’ve heard asbestos is dangerous and keep this information filed away in case you ever remodel a home from the 1950s. Sadly, the asbestos disease threat is not something scary our parents dealt with, it is still lurking around in our modern day lives.

Here are just a few…

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