Sufferings

 

Reblogged 12.22.2017

by DiVoran Lites

Sufferings

Romans 8

Beloved,

When you took me on, you received a gloriously adventuresome life. You know you are my child and that along with your brothers and sisters in Christ you will inherit everything I have. I help you to be ready for anything whether so-called bad times or good times.

Believe Me when I tell you that We of the Trinity are praying in you, through you, and for you at all times. My Spirit will always make something good come from the seemingly bad. We will always guide you through your mind and your intuition. Don’t panic or jump to conclusions. Wait, ask for wisdom to think things through. When you turn to us you can tell the difference between your thoughts and ours. Ours bring peace, yours bring illusions.

The way to handle suffering is to know that it will not last forever. Inner change is inevitable no matter what you are going through.

Quotation: “The life of a Christian is a sometimes confusing combination of joy and sadness, contentment and restlessness, comfort, and pain.” Kenneth C. Haugk, Don’t Sing Songs to a Heavy Heart

“For I consider [from the standpoint of faith] that the sufferings of the present life are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is about to be revealed to us and in us! Romans 8:18 Amplified Bible (AMP)

 

Source https://oldthingsrnew.com/2017/12/18/sufferings/

The Fourth of July

To celebrate the Fourth of July, I decided to share an excerpt from my new novel, “Go WestGo West.” This chapter is written in Aldon’s voice as he writes to his brother in “Hollywood Land.”

 

 

 

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The Fourth of July

By DiVoran Bowers Lites

Aldon

The town council voted to spend a lot of money on pyrotechnics this year. About dusk, we workers went around to the other side of the dam to set off the spectacle. You won’t believe this, Bill, but when we got all the fireworks, including spinning wheels and Roman Candles, laid out, a lighted match fell onto one of the displays and it blew up. That set off the rest of the fireworks and before we knew it, we had a shower of colored lights that illuminated the sky for miles around. They looked pretty reflecting in the lake for all of three minutes, and then it was over. The mayor was so furious, he headed for his automobile saying he was going to the fireworks salesman in Artesia and knock his block off. We managed to talk him out of it, but he took his wife down to City Hall to typewrite a letter of complaint.

It didn’t take long to get to the dance where they had the platform set up at the foot of the range. The folks enjoy the dance, but I never really cared about it. From the time we were boys, mother scrubbed us until our skin burned, then slicked back our hair with Madagascar oil. She parted it in the middle, remember that? We looked like little Lord Fauntleroys. We had to wear those suits, and above all, we had to behave like gentlemen. She took turns dancing with us when she wasn’t making us play our instruments. We had to smile the whole time and it made our faces hurt. With Ellie there though, I was thankful for Nancy’s determination to make gentlemen of us. Dad’s too.

 

 

Brother, this is a long letter, but I thought I’d work on it when I had time, then I could put it all in one envelope and save on postage.

I’ll tell you about the dance. Once the band got going, the Solanos didn’t miss a set, and every uncle and male cousin asked Ellie to join them on the floor. Believe me, she learned fast to keep her feet out of the way of their clodhoppers. Usually no man asks any woman to dance except his wife and sometimes his sister, but Ellie has a way about her that puts you at ease, and she’s so daggone shiny, they couldn’t help themselves. Dieter, then Arn went off the band stand to dance with her, so I did too. When I got right up to her I suddenly turned shy and didn’t know what to say. I might have chickened out altogether, but she smiled and put her arms out to me and I was a goner.

The band started the Varsouviana and she shook her head saying, “I can’t do this dance.”

“All right.” I turned away thinking she didn’t want to dance with me, after all.

“Could you teach me, though?” she asked and my heart flipped over.

“Why sure! Here’s how we start.” We had a couple of laughs wrestling to get the arms right. It came to me why people like to dance so much…so’s they can hold each other. All that practice, just so you can put your arms around somebody, Mother never told us about that part. We wouldn’t have liked it if she had. At first Ellie couldn’t get the hang of it, so I showed her a few steps and sang those words the school-teacher (Ma) taught us: put your little foot, put your little foot, put your little foot right down.

“I hate to tell you, but what I’m seeing is not a little foot,” she said, looking at my boots. I laughed so hard she finally had to slap me to make me shut up. Ha, not hard, just a tap on the cheek.

She soon got the hang of it and we rotated around the floor with all the other dancers. Throughout the evening, Nancy and Gertrude took turns with their three hefty brothers and with dad’s brother, Ernest, who lost his wife last year.

Go West is available at Amazon in three editions

Kindle, Regular Print, and Picture Edition.

Go West is going on tour!  I hope you stop by on Monday, July 10 to learn more about Go West and enter for a chance to win one of five prizes. First to go will be beautiful art cards and then we’ll have the two eBooks.

 

The Palmetto House.. a Memoir

A note from Onisha

I enjoy reading novels based on family histories. It probably comes from my insatiable curiosity about how and why people make their life decisions. Author Fred Wascura. my husband’s cousin wrote  Winds from the Mountains which tells the story of his family and their emigration to America from the Rusyn village of Osturna by the Tatra Mountains. Even though I have known Fred for decades, I had no idea of his family history, so I really enjoyed reading the book and look forward to reading the next installment, Gosenhoppen

When my friend and fellow blogger, DiVoran Lites, recently told me about a short book her husband’s cousin Gerry Lites Watkins had written about her life in rural Arkansas during the Depression, I had to check it out. Its title, The Palmetto House, intrigued me so I took a look at it on Amazon and decided  instantly to download it. I was not familiar with life in Arkansas during the Depression years and I was pleased to learn of it, especially how families coped under trying conditions. 

I wanted to know more about the author and asked DiVoran to request an interview and Gerry, graciously agreed. DiVoran asked some excellent questions. I hope you enjoy the interview as much as I did.

 

  1. What inspired you to write The Palmetto House?

My younger brother was born in Arkansas two years before we moved away. Over the years he heard us mention events from this period and he would always ask us what it was like to live there. “I don’t remember living there,” he would say. “Why don’t you all tell me what it was like?” We heard this so often I began to write down some of the things that happened while we lived there, and what the climate and surroundings were like. He liked to read them so much I decided to put them all in a book. It was only this year that I decided to publish them.

  1. Did you have any special techniques that helped you remember events you remember from these seven years you wrote about?

Only the questions he asked that stirred memories of those years. The more I wrote the more I remembered.

 

  1. How much and what kind of research did you do for the book?

None. The memories were so clear I didn’t feel a need to do further research.

 

Did it take a long time to write it or did it seem to write itself?

I wrote the memoir over a period of years. Months or years would pass before I wrote another chapter until I decided to publish it.

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  1. What did you enjoy most about writing The Palmetto House?

Oh, the memories…the memories!

 

  1. Would you tell us some of the things you had to overcome in order to get the book written?

I am a 92 year old woman, a recent cancer survivor and my heart doesn’t always want to act right, so my strength is limited. Some days I didn’t feel like writing at all. Other days I wanted to keep writing, but my body said no you can’t.

 

  1. Did you start to write when you were a child or did it come later?

I started writing early. In middle school I published a newsletter (hand written) about my classmates. In college I edited and published a Baptist Student Union newspaper. I continued to write privately, but it was in the 1980s that I began my travel writing career. That lasted 27 years. Since we’ve lived in a retirement center, I have written speeches that I’ve given on the subject of my travels.

 

  1. What other kinds of writing do you like to do?

I love writing about history and unusual places and people.

 

  1. What kinds of publications and authors do you like to read now?

I like mysteries. The Jewish writer, Daniel Silva, is one of my favorites. James Lee Burke is a great writer, but I wish he would leave out some of the words he uses. He could still write well without them. He writes about South Louisiana and since I have spent so much time there, he makes the scenes live for me. Ann Perry is another favorite. I especially liked her William Monk series and her little Christmas mysteries.

     10. How do your spiritual practices aid in your writing and in your life?

My faith is a daily walk. It influences every action, decision and goal. I pray that my writing will encourage others, allow them to escape problems they face, enjoy a few moments of entertainment, and inspire them spiritually.

 

Remember, I mentioned my curiosity issues? After reading the interview,  I had to know if Gerry ever returned to the Palmetto House. 

Gerry

I was never available most times when my parents went back. I did go with them to visit our other family in Arkansas but we didn’t go to The Homestead. The one time I went there we couldn’t get in because of the muddy road. My sister and father walked in, but at that time my mother had Alzheimer’s and some other health problems. She couldn’t walk that far so I stayed with her while they went in. Actually, by that time there was nothing to see, but I have always regretted that I didn’t see it again.

 

The Palmetto House is available on Amazon in Kindle and Paperback.

 

 

Bio

Gerry Watkins is an award winning writer, and with her photographer husband, George, they have published hundreds of stories and photographs during the past twenty-four years. They have edited and photographed two on-line travel magazines, Travel Destinations and Trails West. The magazines attracted more than 350,000 surfers per month during the time the Watkins edited them. The Watkins are founding members of North American Travel Journalists Association (NATJA). Both have held various offices in the organization.

Faces in the Crowd

Review for Faces in the Crowd, by Mary Harwell Sayler

By DiVoran Lites

 

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I met Mary Harwell Sayler at a Christian Writer’s Conference in Titusville, Florida. She was speaking about writing novels and poetry and I was fascinated. She had so much experience and, as I discovered, so much expertize as a writer that I wanted to know more of what she knew

A kind of funny thing happened that in a small way started an ongoing student/teacher relationship as well as a personal friendship. Mary mentioned from the speaker’s podium that she had left her watch at home, so I stopped by our big store and got one that cost very little. Mary was gracious, as she always is, and made me feel as if I had given her something wonderful.

From there I discovered that she would take me as a private student and so many years I drove to DeLand once a month, where she lived. We talked and talked and got to know and care for each other. She quickly became my favorite teacher as well as my favorite poet. I haven’t missed one of her publications, and I appreciate them all.

I particularly enjoy Mary’s newest book of poetry, Faces in the Crowd, I identify with every line. The poems are full of humor, understanding, and pathos. They let me feel and apprehend what she is talking about. I identify with each one as if Mary had been looking into my life, and yet I believe every poem comes from a place of empathy and experience in Mary’s life, too. Her poems showed me how connected we humans are and how much we have in common with each other.

One thing I love about poetry is the insight, or epiphany that should come with every poem. Mary excels at making words pictures as well as at drawing deep meaning from every one. I’m so happy to be able to read her work and I’ll be reading Faces in the Crowd over and over again for a long time to come.

 

Mary is one of the featured authors on Rebekah Lyn Books. 

Clink HERE  to read more about her work.