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ONE LITTLE SECRET

Allison Bottke is a force to be reckoned with! As I mentioned a few days ago, she’s the founder of the God Allows U-Turns ministry. She’s penned over twenty books, been featured in several magazine articles, is an inspirational speaker, and uses her skills to help other writers hone their craft. Amazing. She has also started a new ministry for “Boomer Babes”. I’m a Gen-Xer and probably the youngest one on this blog tour – a fact I haven’t checked – but I really relate to a lot of what she has to say. I’ve never dealt well with being told I have to fit in a little box as defined by my birth date. Besides, aren’t I mature for my age?? 🙂 When I joined this tour, I was a little nervous about people thinking I’m unqualified to review a book written about and for baby boomer women. Then I picked the book up and laughed and cried my way through it in a day. I’m an avid reader and I love to encourage people any way I can. I think that’s qualification enough.

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Allison was masterful at weaving the familiar things in my life in with the Hollywood-esque things I may never experience but am curious about. The book begins with Nik, the main male character being up for an award at the Grammys. As a music lover, I was hooked. And what girl hasn’t had a crush on a rock star? Nik is also what my brothers call me – with that exact spelling. Ah common ground. Then we meet Ursula, the beautiful suburban wife and mom who has a hidden musical gift of her own. I’m a wife, mom, and sing with a band. More common ground. I’m liking this book. As the tale unfolded and I began to establish feelings for each of the characters, they became so real that I could almost picture them played out in movie form. (More on that later) As with all of my friendships, when I read a book, I tend to look for common interests and learn from the differences. It wasn’t difficult to get drawn in to the storyline of ONE LITTLE SECRET.

Some of the issues addressed in this book are universal whether you’re a rock star, or a housewife, or any other profession. I cringed and felt the tightening in my stomach when Ursula and her husband argued over a major miscommunication. I smiled as I listened to Ursula and her son’s playful banter and dreamed of the day my son and I will have that relationship. I sat a little straighter in my chair as I witnessed her be strong and insistent with her boundaries. My mouth dropped open when the young music star decides he wants her and makes it his mission to get her. I watched as she struggled to live out her faith in a world that is sometimes hostile to Christianity. I was hopeful as the seeds of God’s love were planted in Nik and he struggled through his confused emotions and the difficult task of forgiveness. I held my breath in anticipation when the characters did so. Like you and me, Ursula had many opportunities to make a positive impact on the people around her. Most of the time she got it right. There were many other lessons I loved. Some I related to and some I didn’t. Lessons like living life in the shadow of a famous parent and all of the baggage that comes with the dance of that fragile relationship. Having an appreciation for the finer material things in life, and the contrast of how the two characters dealt with their blessings and abundance. The glimpse of loneliness in someone who has a reputation of being a ladies man. The effects of the ugly green monster – jealousy. How one little secret can grow into several little secrets that are hard to keep straight and may have serious consequences for all involved.

There were little details sprinkled in the story that I found comforting and amusing. In one scene Ursula relaxed with a cup of Good Earth tea, one of my favorites. Nik tends to cook when he gets nervous, that’s definitely not me, but I’m all for a man with skills in the kitchen. I have to say that my favorite part was watching this well-organized, gifted, and lovely woman provide stability for her family, and still make the decision to pursue a dream she had had since childhood. As a new empty nester with time on her hands and an old longing in her heart, she must decide how to spend her summer. A wonderful and crazy opportunity lands on her doorstep, and she has to choose. The choices she makes will impact her family and she learns the hard lesson that ONE LITTLE SECRET never is…

This book was a great summer read. It was fun and refreshing, and not too old for me. 😉 I’m looking forward to giving a free copy away to a lucky winner on Friday. If you’re interested in putting your name in the hat, email me.

Below is the description of ONE LITTLE SECRET as described on Allison’s website – which should be your next stop when you leave here! Thank you Allison for writing this book. I look forward to reading more of your work!

One more thing…Reaching for your dreams is one of Allison’s messages she is passionate about. She has a dream that this will one day be made into a film. To read details on a casting call contest she’s holding at her website, and to cast your vote for the stars who would be great in these roles, check out this link. www.boomerbabesrock.com/onelittesecret_castingcall.htm

For Ursula Rhoades, her ONE LITTLE SECRET is about to become her one big problem! ONE LITTLE SECRET fits seamlessly into a culture obsessed with reality TV and celebrity lives (think American Idol and E! channel). Delving into the life of a fictional rock star, ONE LITTLE SECRET grabs readers from the start and takes them on a fun-loving ride through Hollywood and the famous GRAMMY awards.

In a land of glitz and glamour, Ursula Rhoades isn’t fazed in the least by the constant parade of Prada and Tiffany’s or the high-profile celebrity sightings. A beautiful home, a loving family, and fulfilling volunteer opportunities leave this fashionable and loving Bel-Air housewife completely content, even if she did have to give up her dreams. Nikolai Prevelakis, or Nik Prevel to his fans, is the hottest young music star in the country. But it isn’t enough. Handsome, famous, and living the life of a rock star, Nik isn’t content. When his path crosses Ursula’s, he sees the opportunity he’s been waiting for.but what seems like a harmless little secret changes their lives forever-and becomes one big secret everyone’s trying to figure out!

Ursula is a fun and hip main character-a baby boomer quite different from most heroines you see in today’s inspirational fiction. Offset by a male protagonist who is captivating and gets more likable and “deeper” as the story goes on, it’s just plain fun to watch these characters interact. A Hollywood fairy tale with all the pleasures of escapist literature mixed with gentle lessons on using the talents God has given you, the power of sacrifice, self-esteem, and the value of being “just a housewife.”

Find out why folks are saying that Allison writes “women’s fiction with an attitude!”

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Mom’s Miracle

We interrupt this book week for another miracle story. My mom called today to share an amazing story which I now have the privilege to share with you here.

Last Tuesday my Mom went in for her yearly mammogram. Having a vice grip on your breasts is no fun. Add to that the fear of the tech finding something, having to do further invasive testing, and everything else that a woman feels during that time. She was nervous, to say the least. Last year’s test had revealed a small ½ inch mass, so she was curious to see what had happened with that and what was going to show up this time. On Wednesday morning she got a call saying she needed to come back in right away for another one because her test had shown the mass had grown to 1 ½ inches. She was unable to do so because she had my niece and nephew at her house for the week. So she was rescheduled for today.

When she arrived they did a mammogram, then the tech came in and said she needed to have an ultrasound. My mom was getting more and more nervous and she began to pray for healing. She asked God to forgive the selfish prayer – we’ll have to talk about that one – but she wanted the mass to be gone. She asked God to take away the mass, and when the doctor and tech walked back in the room, she told them not to worry, that she had prayed it away, and they both chuckled. Meanwhile Virgil (my step-dad) was in the waiting room getting worried because things were taking so long. He started praying hard as well.

The ultrasound usually takes five minutes or so, but this one lasted almost a half hour. The doctor looked puzzled and ordered that a 3 view mammogram be done. Ouch! When all was said and done, the doctor showed Mom the results of all the tests. The test she had done last year showing the ½ in. mass. The test from last week showing the 1 ½ in. mass. The 1st test from today showing the 1 ½ in. mass, and the last test showing NOTHING. The mass disappeared sometime between the two tests today. The doctor said he didn’t understand it and that it must have just been breast tissue. Yeah…uh huh…I choose to believe in the power of prayer. There isn’t always proof for others to see, but this time there was and I thank God that Mom got to see it with her own eyes. I’m thankful for the doctor and tech seeing it as well. And I thank God for bringing healing to my Mom’s body.

Now about this “selfish prayer” business. God loves us and wants us to bring our requests to Him in prayer. He says we do not receive because we do not ask in faith. He says what parent would give their child a stone when they ask for bread? Does all of this sound familiar? Friends, we need to remember that because of the work of Christ we can come boldly before the throne. God is our Father and He wants to give us good things. He wants to heal and He wants us to have faith. I know this poses lots of questions. One of my uncles doesn’t believe in prayer. He thinks that every time someone prays for my aunt (who has had multiple health issues), something bad happens. That sounds spiritual in nature to me. Sometimes healing happens instantly, and sometimes it happens over time. We are told time and again in scripture to be persistent in our prayers. When we ask for healing for ourselves, it is not selfish. We need to ask in faith, hoping (which means confident expectation) to hear or see His response. This is not a lecture, it is a reminder. Come to the Father and present your requests. Thank Him for all that He has done and focus on that, not on what you see He hasn’t done yet. He’s waiting for you…

And by all means SHARE YOUR STORIES OF FAITH with others. What a wonderful way to grow, challenge, and encourage each other.

This is “BOOK WEEK” at MY Journey. Grab a cup of something yummy (someone be a dear and make me some chai) and get comfortable in an easy chair somewhere. I am currently lounging in my beige, leather, swivel/rocker recliner in what my friend Tonia calls my studio. Doesn’t that sound creative? My home office is definitely on it’s way to becoming my creative space, but right now it’s cluttered and unorganized – not in a creative way at all. My laptop is resting on my lap (who’s the creative genius that came up with that name?) and I’m excitedly thinking ahead to my posts this week and trying to figure out how many more times I can fit the word creative into this paragraph. 😉

I’ve been doing blog tours for a few months now and I’ve loved every single one of the books I’ve helped promote here. A few of you have said you’ve bought the books I reviewed and enjoyed them yourselves. That’s great since that’s the point…getting the author’s works out there in everyone’s hands. On Wednesday I’ll be reviewing Allison Bottke’s newest book, One Little Secret, so be sure to stop by to read what I thought and leave your own comment for me or the author. She’ll be stopping by too. Mrs. Bottke is the driving force behind the God Allows U-Turns books and ministry. She is a gifted, inspirational writer and speaker. I’m looking forward to sharing her book with you. I’m also holding a drawing for a free copy of One Little Secret. If you’re interested, send me an email and I’ll put your name in the hat. The winner will be notified by email and announced on this blog on Friday, August 31st.

Susan May Warren was one of the first authors I started reading when I ventured back into the world of fiction. She has written several books I’ve enjoyed since meeting her last summer through my friend Paula. She took the time to sit with me and answer my many questions about balancing family, homeschooling, and writing…some of my own passions. She’s been holding a contest this summer called, “Ask the writer anything” and this week she chose to answer MY question…which was really several questions. Read my question and her answer at http://susanmaywarren.typepad.com/scribbles/ She’s a funny, talented, and entertaining lady. I hope to get to know her better someday.

There’s more, but I have to save something for tomorrow’s post, don’t I?

Fool For You

I’m so thankful for all who have emailed me and left comments here about Pete’s healing. It continues to amaze me how God uses these things to point to His glory. I’ve had many challenging and uplifting discussions this week with friends who are struggling to understand the details of last week and what it all means. The awakening of desires for more of God is exhilarating and yet can be a scary thing and let me tell you, it’s been stretching me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. I am God’s woman and the whispers He has been sending my heart only strengthen me and give me courage to be bold for Him. Miracles are only miracles to us. To God it’s everyday stuff. I think He is waiting to reveal himself to believers who are willing to believe – even when it’s hard and it costs us something in return. Friends and family may think we’re crazy or exaggerating, but I want Him more than I want approval from men. There’s a deep longing in me to be used by God in mighty and powerful ways. I’m willing and waiting. And I’m listening.

Nichole Nordeman is one of the many people who inspire me. God has used her on many occasions to speak truth and healing into me through her music. She has a gift, and she IS a gift. Here are two of the songs that keep playing over and over again in my head. I’ve also included a link to her new video for the song Finally Free.

Help Me Believe

Take me back to the time
When I was maybe eight or nine
And I believed
When Jesus walked on waters blue
And if He helped me, I could too
If I believed

Before rationale, analysis and systematic thinking
Robbed me of a sweet simplicity
When wonders and when mysteries
Were far less often silly dreams
And childhood fantasies

*Chorus*
Help me believe
‘Cause I don’t want to miss any miracles
Maybe I’d see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I’m in
To touch an angel’s wing
And I would be free
Help me believe

When mustard seeds made mountains move
A burning bush that spoke for You was good enough
When manna fell from heavens high
Just because You told the sky to open up

Am I too wise to recognize that everything uncertain
Is certainly a possibility?
When logic fails my reasoning
And science crushes underneath
The weight of all that is unseen

*Chorus*

When someone Else’s education
Plays upon my reservations
I’m the first to cave, I’m the first to bleed

If I abandon all that seeks
To make my faith informed and chic
Could You, would You show Yourself to me?

(Help me believe ’cause I don’t want to miss any miracles)
Maybe I’d see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I’m in
To touch one of their wings
And I would be free
I would be free
I would be free
Help me believe
help me believe
Could You, would You show Yourself to me?
Could You, would You show Yourself to me?
Help me believe.

 

 

 

Fool For You

There are times when faith and common sense do not align.
When hard core evidence of you is hard to find.
I am silenced in the face of argumentative debate and
It’s a long hill, it’s a lonely climb

Cause they want proof
They want proof of all these mysteries I claim
Cause only fools would want to shout a dead man’s name.
Maybe it’s true, yeah, but

I’ll be a fool for you
Oh, because you asked me to
A simpleton whose seemingly naive, I do believe
You came and made yourself a fool for me.

I admit that in my darkest hour I’ve asked “What if?”
What if we created some kind of mimic thing like this
Out of good intentions or emotional inventions
But after life is through, there would be no you

Cause they want proof
They want proof of all these miracles I claim
Cause only fools believe that men can walk on waves
Maybe it’s true, yeah, but

*Chorus*

Unaware of popularity
Unconcerned with dignity, you made me free
That’s proof enough for me

I’ll be a fool for you
Oh, because you asked me to
A simpleton who’s seemingly naive, I do believe

I will speak Jesus’ name
If that makes me crazy, they can call me crazed
I’m happy to be seemingly naive
I do believe you came and made yourself a fool for me.

 

Here’s the link to the Finally Free video:

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=10740214

Our Family Miracle

I was raised in a church that taught me that miracles died with the Apostles. It was said that those who practiced these things were out of God’s will and they were frauds. Then last week my son was healed of a life altering allergy. Now I’m standing in my faith taking baby steps towards whatever God has planned for my family through all of this. (Click on the pictures to enlarge them)

Last week Benny went to a healing conference with our friend Zack. He learned some amazing things and we are now pursuing God in new and powerful ways. Among them, believing in God’s power and what He’s doing in the world, and discarding what we were taught by people who decided what God can and can’t do. Or is it what God does and doesn’t do? Do we really think we can tell God what He can and can’t do? How arrogant is that??

A little history:

Almost since birth, Pete has suffered from food allergies – dairy being the most severe. Nursing him resulted in projectile vomiting and we didn’t know why. When solid foods were introduced, certain foods (like eggs, wheat, soy, and many more) made him break out all over.  As a mom, I felt sorry for him and myself that I could do nothing to help him. His little body was covered in raw patches that he couldn’t stop scratching – causing him to bleed. I prayed all the time that God would take away his eczema. We tried everything and our doctor was stumped too. He recommended a dermatologist and the guy we saw was a cocky jerk. His expensive creams didn’t help at all. He was almost 1 when it was finally diagnosed as food allergies. While in the middle of trying an elimination diet, we moved to Colorado and began looking for a church. I got a small glimpse of what leprosy must be like as we were kicked out of nurseries when the workers saw his skin and feared for the safety and health of the other children. My explanation of his eczema went unheard. Then we visited the church Heather (my good friend now) goes to and she was the one in the nursery. Instead of shunning me, she told me she thought she could help us. Pete was 2. Between Heather and our friend Dr. Brian, they were able to heal most of Pete’s allergies through allergy desensitization, but dairy still remained a serious problem. Fast forward a year and a half to the healing conference…

On Friday night the kids and I drove to Castle Rock to attend the evening worship service. Hundreds of people had been healed the night before and Benny and I wanted healing for Pete. I was skeptical, but extremely hopeful. Throwing off theological baggage is hard work and I wasn’t there yet. I was the parent in the Mark 9:24 statement, “I do believe, help me in my unbelief”.

I felt a little out-of-place as we stood in the back, but I could not deny the energy in the room. The Holy Spirit was poured out on this place! Sometime I’ll share some of the other healings that took place that weekend, but this is Pete’s story. The kids were getting antsy so we took them out in the lobby for a bit. A woman saw our energetic 3-year-old running around and asked Benny if her family could pray for him. They went to a quiet room away from the crowd and began praying healing over Pete. Suddenly Pete said, “Popa! What’s that singing?” Benny told him that no one was singing, but Pete insisted that someone was singing even though no one else in the room could hear it. Angels singing over my little boy? Wow. Were they praising God for His wonders? Were they ministering to Pete’s spirit? I don’t have an answer for that.

Later when our family surrounded Pete in prayer again, Max put his hand on Pete and looked like he was concentrating hard. Then he said, “Popa, I think God just gave me a message in my heart…He said Pete is going to be healed by midnight.” Was this my 7-year old prophesying??? I was stunned. He is a baptized believer, but this was new to me and strange. Throughout the night we received confirmation in so many ways that we chose to believe what the Holy Spirit was doing and embraced the promise that Pete was healed. I was so incredibly tired as we drove back to Denver that night that I prayed the whole way home. “Please God, keep me awake and get us home safely. Please God, heal my little boy! Please God, help me believe in healing. Please God, show me what to do. Please God, let this be real.”

We all woke up on Saturday morning and it was time to test the healing out. The kids had cereal for breakfast and I put regular milk in Pete’s bowl instead of the rice milk he usually drinks. His only reaction was “Mommy, rice milk tastes better than this.” Nothing physical happened. His reactions usually occur within seconds of coming into physical contact with dairy products. I immediately thanked God for the healing and continued to wrestle with this new-found step of faith. For lunch, Pete had a cheeseburger. He picked the cheese slice off and asked me, “Can I eat this?” “Yes Pete, God healed you.” So he ate the cheese first. Still no reaction. Well, being the giant of faith that I am, we had cheese pizza for supper. 😉 No reaction. Sure, we ate unhealthy food all day, but I was testing God’s promise. I wanted to believe so badly and yet there was still a small part of me that was bracing myself for a let down. But here’s the truth of our situation:

My son, who has never been able to touch let alone ingest dairy products,

is now completely healed of his dairy allergy.

I wish I could say that I’m not stunned, that I knew it would happen all along, but I can’t. Here’s what I know now – I’m believing the promise and proclaiming God’s power! I’m so incredibly grateful for what God has done and is continuing to do in my heart and head. I can’t wait to see what He’s going to do next…