Friday, October 22, 2010

Once Upon a Christmas!

"Once Upon a Christmas" is projected to be in our hands November 9, 2010. This is an exciting project with 20 short stories written by, Sharon Bernash Smith, Rosanne Croft and Linda Reinhardt.

I wanted to take a moment to share something with you about one of the stories in this book. The story is very dear to my heart, "Only One Wish for Me". It was one of the first I wrote as a young believer. During a time of prayer, I asked for a Christmas story to write, to enable me to reach out to others and share, about this special love and gift I had received through Jesus. That afternoon I wrote out a short story about Grandpa Schooster who has been a delight in my imagination since that day.

I was so excited about this story. I had everyone I could read it. And then, one year, I lengthened the story and it was performed as a play at our church. The following year a group of us brought the play to adult care facilities. We had an absolute blast.

It has been a prayer of my heart to see this story in book form. It was first written about twenty years ago. I had no idea how to get a story of this length in print. Now, this Christmas, God has expanded the answer to that simple prayer, for a short story to reach out to others, to now be in book form.

I have a desire to talk to anyone who is reading this blog today, to try to translate this to a long awaited desire of your heart. Sometimes, it seems as though a prayer is unanswered or the answer is just plain, "no". God is listening. I don't know how He plans to have the desires of your heart play out in your life, or how He plans to answer them, but please don't give up. Have faith.

Believe me when I tell you, there are many things I have prayed about and still praying about, that I thought looked hopeless, only to see nothing is ever hopeless when I put it in the hands of the one who created me. Sent His Son to die for me. Believing in Jesus gives us the gift of ETERNAL salvation.

I know He took care of my Eternity and I know He can take care of my today.

I wanted to share a short synopsis of "Only One Wish for Me".

It’s the first Christmas without Grandpa Schooster for Andrew and Marie. Along with Marie’s daughter, Caroline, they search the house for his special Christmas decorations and stumble upon his old journal.
Much to their amazement, they read all about their first Christmas with Grandpa Schooster after their own parents died and he takes on the responsibility of raising his grandchildren, whom he adores.
He had taken them up to his cabin in the mountains. Upon arriving, he discovers the children have asked for a gift that only God can give to them. What could this gift be?
Together Andrew, Marie, and Caroline enjoy once again the story of how Grandpa spends the night discovering a gift that cannot be put under a tree.

We have some events planned for the months of November and December. Stay tuned and I will place the schedule right here.

God bless you.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Who Cares!

December, once again, found us dealing with the repercussions of the recession. I was so discouraged I spent an entire day crying.

Then a thought went through my mind. What am I crying for? What's it going to do? Who cares if I cry?

Not to many days later, I was looking in the fridge. It was pretty empty. "Lord, I'm going to need to go grocery shopping." I didn't want to spend any money because I didn't know when or if money was coming in again. I had enough for rent, bills, etc. but wanted to hold on to it as long as I could.

I needed to go and get my daughter from school. I had about five minutes. The doorbell rang just as I was preparing to leave. I opened it to a dear friend of mine who I saw at church or other groups. But rarely did we stop at each other's homes. I felt a bit awkward because I needed to leave.

I invited her to join me. She said, "No, I have groceries." I offered for her to stay until I came back and she said, "No, I have groceries and some of them need to get in the fridge." I didn't know what to do.

Then she explained she had been at Trader Joe's and felt she was to buy us groceries. She had groceries for us in the car. I stood there in amazement. I had just prayed about groceries.

Our families don't normally eat together, but she had bought everything my family likes. And not only that, but I had a few events to attend and in the bags were things I specifically needed to bring.

After bringing the bags in, putting stuff in the fridge and thanking her profusely, I left to go pick up my daughter.

Though I didn't hear an audible voice. I clearly heard the words in my mind, "Remember when you asked, who cares? I CARE." I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt whose voice I heard.

GOD CARES!

I just need to say in those moments where you feel alone and cry unheard tears. God never sleeps. He never slumbers. He watches over you, night and day. He CARES and loves you so much.

Friday, October 8, 2010

It's been ages since I wrote on this blog. I wanted to share with you my fiction version of a wonderful story I witnessed years ago. I hope it encourages you and helps you to have faith through whatever may be going on in your own life. Prayer IS a powerful thing.

The following is a fiction story based on the true story of one woman’s prayer vigil to reach her son the only way she knew how.

A CUP OF HOT CHOCOLATE

I heard the front door open. I moved quick as possible from the back room to the entry way, but just as I got there, I heard the click of my son’s door from upstairs and then the sliding of the chain lock that he had recently attached to his door.

I wandered back to the kitchen, disappointed once again, a missed opportunity to speak with my son. The house that use to fill with laughter when my blond haired blue eyed boy would come home now seemed to become cold and empty. I began the preparations for dinner with the hope he may join us.

Several hours later I had the chance to hand my son the handset to our phone through the narrow slit of the door. That meant he would be leaving soon. I had no idea when he would return. To confront this behavior, could possibly mean, he would turn up missing for a day or two. At least this way, he came home, and I knew where he was, even if it was only for short periods of time.

I had no idea how long it would be before he slipped back out. So I moved to the kitchen to do my special nighttime ritual I’d started soon after his behavior had changed many months ago. I put water on the stove to boil and pulled out a package of hot chocolate powder, and then I started my prayers. “Lord, keep him safe from harm. Bring him back to you and me. I pray he knows and believes in the love we have for him. He has to believe it Lord.”

I poured the powder into his favorite cup, followed by the hot water. As I added the marshmallows and sprinkles I continued in prayer.

“Lord, be with Him tonight. Speak to his heart. Draw him near to You. Please keep him save.”

With care I went up the stairs to his room, speaking to God each step of the way. After I gave a gentle knock on the door, I waited and then gave a sigh of relief when I heard him remove the chain from the lock. The door opened just enough for me to pass the cup into his hand.

“Here’s some hot chocolate for you. I love you, son.”

“Thanks,” was his reply, click. The connection was gone. Tears filled my eyes as I stared at the closed door. Lord, be with him. I slipped silently back down to the kitchen, wiping at the tears that spilled from my eyes. Shortly afterward I heard him leave the house for the night.

This little ritual went on for months. My only connection was a cup of hot chocolate until one day I heard the front door open.

As usual, I moved as quick as I could to the entry way, only this time bam. I ran right smack into him. “Mom, watch where you’re going okay?” I apologized. He had a friend with him. I expected them disappear up to his room, but instead they followed me into the kitchen. He emptied a bag as he spoke about the wonderful food they had discovered. It was vegetarian.

“Eating meat is gross, Mom.”

“Oh.” Okay, whatever you say, just thank you God that he’s talking to me again. He’s actually smiling. What was that I just heard? Laughter? Excusing myself for a minute, I left the room, tears of joy pouring down my checks. Oh Jesus, he’s laughing. His eyes are bright again. It’s a miracle.

I returned to the kitchen. I didn’t want to miss one moment of this time with him. Through their conversations I learned they went to a coffee shop set up for kids. Some guy told them how much God loved them.

“Remember when we thought he was a Jesus freak?” my son asked his friend. Laughter followed. “Mom, he talked like you and your sister.” He rolled his eyes. A smile followed. “Found out you were right, Mom.”

I bit at my lip trying desperately trying not to turn into a balling baby.

“Hey Mom, could you make us one of your special hot chocolates?”

I could only nod as I turned the water on to boil and took out a package of hot chocolate powder. While waiting for his drink, my son spent the time explaining to his friend about my wonderful nightly ritual.

I prayed earnestly. “Thank you Lord, for being with him, for protecting him and bringing him back to You and me.”