Christmas can be a time of joy, peace and goodwill…or a time of heart-wrenching memories.
Published in 1989 by Guideposts Magazine, Ugly the Beautiful was such a story. The photo is the nativity my daughter Mandy, then six years old, made for me with the help of her grandma Judy, the first Christmas after my husband died in 1981, and the most precious present I’ve ever received. Mixed into the salt dough was hope, comfort, strength, and sprinkles of hard-won faith.
For those struggling this holiday, I pray you find hope from Ugly the Beautiful, and a thimbleful of faith that things will get better on this journey we call life. Please, don’t give up. Blessings are in the works for you.
Visit fayerobertswriter.com to read. Click on Link: Ugly the Beautiful published 1981
I’m thrilled to announce that I’ve signed a contract with Winged Publications for a four book historical fiction series –
The Silver Cross Ranch Legacy.
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The first book in the series, The Legacy of Rose Bodeen, is now available on Amazon in ebook and in print.
He tends his flock like a shepherd. He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those who have young. Isaiah 40:11
Spring. A time of birth and renewal. A time to throw off heavy winter coats and free the body to absorb the sun.
It was a long winter. Dissention and hate blew over the land like a cold and angry blizzard. Name calling and division, throwing rocks and crude and cruel words. A winter with a stifling, oppressive burden to hearts and heads and souls, leaving us weak and disillusioned.
It is time to throw off last winter’s crippling heaviness in the spirit of spring. To turn away from what poisons hearts and minds. It is time to feed each other with the natural and healthy foods that strengthen and satisfy body and soul. Time to bask in the warmth of gratitude, of please and thank you, of kindness and humility. It’s time to play light-hearted with our children and teach them the beautiful spirit of spring.
Autumn. A time of reaping the rewards of the harvest and giving thanks for the bounty. What came to fill my heart in this season, were two new members to our family, Hannah and Marlee. Two hearts full of joy. Two voices of laughter. I thank you, Good Father, for these colorful blessings. The feel of fall in the air is the remarkable feeling of abundant love.
Learning is a gift of life, with its teachers surrounding us in every aspect of our days.
When beginning new classes, children and adults alike need supplies to assist us with becoming the very best. Not the latest in technology or coolest notebooks, but foundations that encourage one to thrive. Lessons on how to work, how to think well, how to eat and sleep. And most of all, how to feel good at the end of the day.
We as students of life drink in the lessons of everyday living: feeding the dog, helping a neighbor, good food and conversation, looking at the stars and saying a prayer of gratitude. The same holds true when taught hate and hurt.
Much of what is learned in childhood is understood only with experience. It is with age that we come to truly honor those teachers whose lessons made a positive difference in the way we now live. With age we forget the color of our pencil box, the rules of algebra and number of our locker. Instead, we remember the person who said, “you have a gift”.
We are all students. We are all teachers providing the supplies needed in this school called the University of Life. What lessons will you pass along today?
I always wanted to be a dancer. A cowgirl. A granddaughter.
I danced as a gymnast in high school, but honestly didn’t have much talent.
I learned to ride a horse, and still ride great if the horse trains me right.
I stayed for a couple of summers with my maternal grandmother and I still treasure the days with her. As a teacher, she made sure I took time to read and treated that time as a reward. I still think of reading time as such. We fished, hiked, ate fresh raspberries, and she taught me how to pick out the perfect cantaloupe.
I am a dancer. I turn on the music, twirl around the living room and then write down the feeling of joy that comes.
I am a cowgirl when as I brush my old horse and then write about the antics of the characters in my books.
Though my Gramma passed on years ago, I am a granddaughter still. I giggle while playing in the little plastic pool on the patio with my two year old grandchild.
I am all these things because I believe I am. In my dreams, I can be anything. When reality comes along, some of that belief remains.
Tomorrow I am going to be a performer in Cody’s Wild West extravaganza. What are you going to be?
When your tasks seem a little heavy and overwhelming, remember to do one thing at a time quietly, and leave the rest because the rest is not your job. What you cannot get through you must hand back to God and He will work it out for you. White Eagle
We live in a noisy and chaotic world. Just for a few moments, shut the organizer, hibernate the computer, turn off the phone and sit quietly. Breathe. Drift…
There, did you hear it?
Wasn’t it wonderful?
Oh Lord, I reckon I’m not much just by myself. I fail to do a lot of things I ought to do. But Lord, when trails are steep and the passes high, help me to ride it straight all the way through. And when in the falling dusk I get the final call, I do not care how many flowers they send – above all else the happiest trail would be for you to say to me, “Let’s ride my friend.” Amen. Roy Rogers
Roy Rogers had it figured out. Prayer does not need to be difficult. It is nothing more than two friends talking honestly and openly with each other. And remembering to say please and thank you. What a world this could be if folks could simply say please and thank you, especially to those they love the most.