How will you ever Catch Your Breath?

What would you do if you were pregnant, unmarried, and running from a possible killer while trying to make your way back to God?

Calley Regan in Catch Your Breath faces such a challenge, and just because she has family doesn’t mean she has a lot of support.

Author Kathryn J. Bain’s newest release is the sequel to her first book, Breathless, which Bain said was inspired by the Toby Keith song “God Love Her.” (See the trailer for both books.)

“I liked the idea of the Bible on the motorcycle so much it became a whole book,” she said.

And that’s all it took to spark the imagination of this veteran paralegal-turned novelist. However, much more lies beneath Bain’s well-chosen words in Catch Your Breath. 

“Two inspirational messages come out of my latest book,” Bain said. “One is that we need to move forward after something tragic happens, and God can make that [move] happen. Also, no matter where you are in your life, God still loves you.”

Bain said she hopes the story will help readers realize that it doesn’t matter what they did ten years ago, five years ago, or even five minutes ago. God loves us and will always be there with us.

In Catch Your Breath, the Christians around Calley react judgmentally. Even her devout mother treats her poorly. Yet the brooding and inflexible Sheriff Riley Owens doesn’t see things quite the same way.

Bain weaves intrigue, danger, and romance into this page-turner that will keep you holding your breath.

But isn’t that why we read?

Leave plenty of room for gasping.

Buy the book.

Kathryn J. Bain’s first release Breathless came out January 2012, followed by her novella Game of Hearts last March. She is the former President of Florida Sisters in Crime and is currently the Public Relations Director and Membership Director for Ancient City Romance Authors. To survive and pay bills, she has been a paralegal for over twenty years and works for an attorney who specializes in elder law. Bain grew up in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, but migrated in 1983 to sunny Jacksonville, Florida. She has two daughters and a dog named Gretchen.

Visit Kathryn J. Bain’s website at www.kathrynjbain.com

God doesn’t make junk

God doesn’t make junk. Remember that slogan from years ago? You may be familiar with the more colloquial rendition:

God don’t make no junk.

No kidding.

Researchers just discovered that fact for themselves, according to an article in yesterday’s New York Times:

 

Bits of Mystery DNA, Far From ‘Junk,’ Play Crucial Role

“The human genome is packed with at least four million gene switches that reside in bits of DNA that once were dismissed as “junk” but that turn out to play critical roles in controlling how cells, organs and other tissues behave,” wrote Times reporter Gina Kolata. 

“The discovery, considered a major medical and scientific breakthrough, has enormous implications for human health because many complex diseases appear to be caused by tiny changes in hundreds of gene switches.” 

I’m not addressing this discovery to point out my scientific knowledge (which is so limited as to be undetectable). I’m simply shouting “amen.”

Or more precisely, “No kidding.”

Nothing is wasted.

We are fearfully and wonderfully made.

I know there are many Christian physicians, researchers, scientists and science-fiction novelists out there who already see God’s hand in everything from molecular space to outer space. Those people rarely make a NYT headline.

But it’s exciting to see the secular media report that once-disregarded bits of human DNA are discovered to be

“Far From Junk”

Rejoice with me at this declaration. For someday researchers may just announce something we've known all along:

“Wow, there really is a God.”

I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

Marvelous are Your works,

And that my soul knows very well.

—Psalm 139:14

Are You Blind to Your Blunders?

Have you ever re-read an email—after you sent it—and discovered a mistake? How about a letter, résumé, or blog post?

Ouch.

I moonlight as a freelance proofreader. As such, I find mistakes in other people’s writing. Typos, misspellings, grammar gaffes. The job isn’t that difficult if one knows the rules. I mean, really—don’t we all clearly and easily see the mistakes of others? Getting paid to do so is the trick.

However, finding my own errors isn’t quite so easy. That’s because I already know what I wanted to say. Therefore, when I read what I’ve written, I “see” what I meant, not what I actually wrote.

Because of my part-time occupation as a fault-finder (Doesn’t sound as nice as proofreader, does it?) I was thrilled one morning this week when I found scriptural support for my work. I may even use the verse as a personal tagline:

Who can discern his errors?

—Psalm 19:12 NIV

Yes! Validation for proofreaders everywhere!

While the line may be a catchy phrase for my business card, there is much more to the message. It continues:

Forgive my hidden faults.

That’s exactly what I need—forgiveness as well as fresh air. I don’t want to harbor those secret sins because eventually they ferment and overflow and stain every good thing I’ve ever done.

Who knows my hidden faults better than our loving Lord? Who better to handle them and make me clean through and through?

I’m so grateful for God's discerning eye on the story of my life. That story will be better, stronger, and sweeter if I allow His cleansing edit.

The question is, will I accept His loving critique, or insist on doing things my way?

Who is my neighbor?

Bear? Here? Yeah. 

Not this little black baby, but a big black cousin rambling up the street one night turning over trash cans and leaving deposits in the yard next door.

Last Sunday a friend from church told me she frequently spots a bruin roaming her property and sniffing her car.

“Our house backs up against open country,” she said. She’s not surprised by her visitors. Just cautious.

Here along the Arkansas River, we live in a riparian habitat. That means we’re not the only critters enjoying the water and shady cottonwoods. Deer, raccoons, skunks, Canada geese, herons, and mallards also make their homes nearby. So do more aggressive residents such as bobcats, bears and cougars.

The deer are my favorite, especially a familiar doe with her twin spotted fawns. I often see them at the Riverwalk, grazing in the deeper shade of the woods, away from the trail used by people with their dogs. People like me.

Watching the gentle threesome fills me with a sense of peace and order, knowing that God has populated his beautiful world with these beautiful creatures.

For every beast of the forest is Mine,

And the cattle on a thousand hills.

I know all the birds of the mountains,

And the wild beasts of the field are Mine.

                           —Psalm 50:10, 11 NKJ

If He is taking such perfect care of these occupants of his creation, won’t He do the same for us?

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When I was a middle school teacher …

… my students would have loved this book.

Do you want to get your children, grandchildren, or neighborhood youngsters hooked on reading good books this school year? Then you’ll want to grab this great middle-grade mystery, Pineapples in Peril, by Cheryl Linn Martin

Imagine having the whole summer off in Hawaii to hang out with your friends?

For 13-year-old Leilani Akamai and her friends, Maile and Sam, the surf is up! Until Leilani does a face-plant running from her pesky brother and breaks her arm in the process.

Since there’s no more surfing for Leilani, it’s a good thing she’s a detective at heart. Someone is smashing pineapples on a farm near her home. Leilani, Maile, and Sam used to play detective when they were younger, but now this very real problem has them up to their board shorts in mystery and danger. Will they figure out who’s bashing the fruit? And will they survive?

Best friends, rivalries, teen angst, and pesky younger brothers all work together to make Pineapples in Peril a great middle-grade read. Author Cheryl Linn Martin captures the sights, smells, and heart of the islands in this fast-moving, slice-of-life story. Maybe that’s because she took in every aspect of island life during her years as a student at the University of Hawaii.

Cheryl Linn Martin

Pineapples in Peril is the first book in the Hawaiian Island Detective Club series, and already I’m eager to read the next installment. Book Two, Menehunes Missing is tentatively set to release Feb. 5, 2013, and Book  Three, Ukuleles Undercover, should arrive summer or early fall 2013.

You can preorder your copy of Pineapples in Peril on Amazon by clicking on this link.

And get to know author Cheryl Linn Martin by visiting her website at  www.cheryllinnmartin.com

Does knowing the truth make a difference?

I remember the day my dad and I drove by Grandma’s house and he casually mentioned that she had friends visiting. Two sisters.

“They survived the Titanic,” he said.

At the time, I was too young to know the importance of that remark, but for some reason, I never forgot it.

Since then, I’ve often imagined going back in time to sit in one of Grandma’s white porch chairs and listen to those two women share their experiences.

Of course I’ll never make that trip, but I recently came close when I read a new release, Titanic: Legacy of Betrayal, by Kathleen Kovach and Paula Moldenhauer.

At first I expected a repeat of the 1997 movie, Titanic, but that was not the case. This e-book spanned the decades for me while keeping me firmly rooted in the present. And it fulfilled my wish to step back in time and hear a survivor’s first-hand account of the tragedy.

Of course the survivor, Olive Stanford, is a fictional creation, but she embodies the mixed motives that all of us deal with: selfishness and heroism.

Sometimes lives are built on what appears to be the truth, and such is the case with the story’s main character, Ember Keaton-Jones. But Olive Stanford knows the truth. The only problem is, that truth went down with the RMS Titanic.

Ember is on the brink of a major real estate deal when she meets a New York lawyer with a letter, a key, and a 100-year-old secret. If she dismisses his offer to peek into a safety deposit box about to be opened for the first time in a century, the contents will go to a museum. However, the contents pertain to her. She must choose between a one-time opportunity to learn the truth about her past and a career-launching leap into her future.

She cannot have both.

The tale of these fictional characters is based on detailed research of the famous tragedy of 1912, and is interspersed with true accounts of actual victims and survivors—like the preacher who gave his life vest, and ultimately his life, to a man who wasn’t “saved.”

Redemption and hope thread through this intriguing tale, and the authors have listed study questions and reference material at the end of the book for those captivated by the legacy of RMS Titanic.

How would you choose? A life-changing secret about your family, or a business deal that could secure your future?

Jesus said the truth will set us free.

Get the e-book here.

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You really can have Olympic-size faith

Yes, that’s our son, Jake, holding the official torch for the 1984 Summer Olympics in Los Angeles, California. During our rodeo travels that summer, we met the cross-country entourage in Oregon at a mountain summit café during breakfast. They graciously let Jake hold the torch for pictures.

This year as I watch the Summer Olympics in London, I’m amazed again by the athletes’ focused dedication and training. All of them struggle against pain and discouragement, yet they press on relentlessly toward their dreams.

What a perfect picture of our spiritual life. We, too, are called to a training regimen. (I Tim. 4:7 NIV)

Personally, I’m more inclined to cruise along thinking everything is going to work out with little effort on my part—until I run up against an athletic phrase that tells me otherwise.

“I press on toward the goal to win the prize …” (Phil 3:14 NIV).

I’m even told to exercise my faith.

“Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling …” (Phil. 2:12 NKJ).

That verse isn’t talking about salvation by works; it’s talking about working out—exercising, using those faith muscles to build up our spiritual strength.

Do you sense the dedication, feel the strain?

Thank God, I don’t have to do it on my own. He who created man with the incredible potential for athletic prowess has Himself promised to help me in my weakness.

“For it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure” (Phil. 2:13 NKJ).

That sounds like a win-win to me!

A 1984 Summer Olympics torch runner in Oregon.