Monday, December 10, 2018

Word of the Week - Bran(d) New

This is another word that my daughter came running out to show me in her history book. And one I found even more intriguing when I looked it up on my own, as etymonline doesn't, in fact, agree with said history book!

So, according to A History of Us, the phrase brand-new was once bran-new. This because imported items were shipped in barrels that used bran as a packing material. So if something was fresh from the crates, just taken from the bran...

Other sources, however, say that the original was brand-new, dating from the 1500s...though the idea is actually rather parallel, in that it came from the notion of being straight from the forge (brand at the time meant "fire). Shakespeare actually used fire-new.

So whether it has a D or not, it certainly carries the same meaning--something freshly made.

Friday, December 7, 2018

Fridays from the Archives - Shopping

Original post published December 15, 2011

I'll just come out and admit it--I like getting presents. I do. That surprise of ripping open the paper and finding something underneath that you didn't choose for yourself. That feeling of appreciation that comes from knowing someone took the time to select something for you. And, well, just getting new things. 😉

I like giving presents. I like putting thought and care into what each person in my life wants and needs. I love finding those gems--like the year we gave my mother-in-law the leg lamp from her all-time favorite move, A Christmas Story. (Or as she calls it, Shoot Your Eye Out, LOL.) I love picking things that I know will make my kids squeal with delight.

But this year . . . I don't know. We're trying to clear some accumulated junk from our house, so I'm rather loath to bring in new junk. You know? In years past when buying for my kids, I would often just grab things to fill out the allotted funds from, say, my grandmother. To fill up the stocking.

After throwing out all the cheap toys that had broken and giving away many of the ones they just don't play with, I'm not doing that this year. This year, my thought is, "I'm not spending the money unless I know they'll love it."

I think it's a good philosophy--accept that it means I'm still not done shopping, and there are only ten days until Christmas. Aaaaggghhhh!

For someone who grew up in a family that celebrated Christmas with joy and generosity (even those lean years, my Mom managed to stretch each dollar so the under-the-tree looked bursting!), I feel downright guilty sometimes for choosing an approach that doesn't result in such bulk. I'm afraid my kids will be disappointed--though we've never bought them a whole lot for Christmas, given how much they get everywhere else.

They never are--my kids don't expect a gazillion gifts from us, and we try really hard to keep their focus on the giving, the giving in honor of Christ.

Still, this year . . . my daughter's dresser is literally bursting with clothes. Literally. I cleaned out probably half their toys, and there are still so many . . . And the rest of my family?? What do they really want, really need?

Well, we solved the dilemma for the kids with these little bundles of joy. The two grays will be ours. 😊

I was still stressing about some of the other members of our family, but last night my hubby and I went out on our annual Christmas Shopping Date, and we came up with good things for all, I think. Things that aren't just going to clutter, but are rather going to add meaning.

See, shopping with my husband keeps me in that mindset. He's from a family that gives only what, and when, they think will be special. I don't always like this approach, but shopping with him keeps me from buying junk. It makes me think about how I'm spending each dollar. I needed that--that shift in focus. Our shopping date is in its third year now, and it's a tradition I'm going to cling to just to keep myself in line. 😉

What are your shopping traditions for this often-hectic time of year?

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Thoughtful About . . . Not a Flower

Many times through the years, I've joked about being a "delicate flower." Generally, this is what I say when there's heavy lifting to be done that I don't want to do, LOL, or when my husband is teasing me and I'm trying to convince him (sort of) to stop.
I say it because it's funny...but it's only funny because we all know it's not true.

Now, I'm not a large person by any stretch of the imagination. I'm a whopping 5'3" over here, and not exactly a weight-lifter. So I do have definite physical limitations. There are feats I simply cannot perform. But I'm not delicate. Maybe I look that way, but ask my family when it's moving day--I will probably heft more boxes over the course of the day than just about anyone. Where I come from, you might be small, but you work your rear off when there's work to be done.

I've also long joked about my sensibilities. To a certain extent, I embraced naivete. There are quite simply things I had no desire to expose myself to, and I still don't. But I'm also part of a world that doesn't agree with my sensibilities. I've answered phones at an insurance office and occasionally had disgruntled clients using some very, er, colorful language. I could have chosen to be offended--and was, honestly, quite shocked that someone would call a place of business and talk like that. But I decided that I wasn't going to be a delicate flower there either.

Because if I choose to be offended at everything offensive in the world, if I choose to let it affect me rather than just lifting my chin and showing a better way, then I'm never going to get away from that, right? I'm always going to be offended. The Bible tells us time and again that offenses will come. The advice of Paul and Jesus? Just don't be the one by whom they come. #BeBetter than that. In the Gospels, this instruction is about not leading others into sin. But I think it also applies to our own minds--don't let other lead us into the trap of always focusing on what they're doing. We need to focus instead on what WE need to do.

I've mentioned before the book The Coddling of the American Mind, which I've been listening to on audio. In this book, the authors point out that many college-aged students right now have the mistaken belief that they're fragile. That they need someone to step in and stop things whenever ideas are too challenging and cause them emotional distress, whenever they feel any slight or bias against them, whenever something might be construed as dangerous--not just to their physical bodies, but to their peace of mind.

This is a sad trend, but one I can quite easily believe. I don't know how many times in recent years I've heard someone saying they can't imagine letting their kids do the things that they did when they were the same age. Walk three blocks alone to the local ice cream shop? Heavens, no! Go adventuring through the countryside without an adult? Are you kidding? And yet, the world is SO MUCH SAFER now than it was twenty, thirty, forty, even fifty years ago. Crime rates are at an all time low...but perception is something else entirely. We have it in our heads that we must protect our kids from...well, from everything. But studies have shown that when we do that, what we're really teaching our kids is that they can't handle it. That the world's out to get them. That they're fragile--they're delicate flowers, and the world's just waiting to crush them.

This is so untrue, my friends. It's untrue first because people are just stronger than that. And especially if we have the Spirit of God inside us, lending us His strength on top of our own. What did Jesus tell us to do when someone hurts us? To pray for them. When they attack us? Turn the other cheek. When they won't accept our beliefs? Shake the dust from our feet. Jesus told us NOT to be offended over every little thing, NOT to be delicate flowers. He told us to persevere. He told us to stand strong in Him. He told us to face dangers and persecution for the sake of Truth. That sounds pretty darn not-delicate to me, right? No fragility there. Faith makes us stronger, not weaker. Because we're grounded on the Rock.

I want to keep my kids safe...but I also want them to be fully functioning adults, capable of standing strong in the face of the world. I want them to appreciate the beauty of flowers without thinking they're as fragile as those blooms. Frankly, I want them to see how stubborn some flowers are as they cling to the cliff side, flourishing in the most adverse of conditions. And that means letting them take risks. It means teaching them that beliefs must be challenged if they're really going to understand why they believe them. It means knowing that they don't have to choose to be offended just because something is offensive. They can choose to be bigger than that instead. They can choose to lift their chins and keep pressing on.

There are abuses in this world--genuine, horrific ones. There are tragedies. There are crimes. But when we magnify every little thing to that level, all we're doing is teaching ourselves that we're more delicate than we are. And taking away from what we really should be focusing on changing.

We're stronger than we think we are. Our kids and grandkids are stronger than we often let them be. We are not flowers., maybe we are. But not the kind that flourishes in the meadow, here today and gone tomorrow. If we're flowers, then we're a heartier kind. Not delicate. Not fragile. We're the kind clinging to the Solid Rock, beautiful in the face of the tempest.

Monday, December 3, 2018

Word of the Week - Dub

We've been studying medieval history in our homeschool right now, which of course means learning about knights and the process they go through to become knights. Which naturally led to a question of where in the world the word dub came from.

Dub has been around since the days of Old English--its exact origins are unknown, but the theory is that it was borrowed from the Old French aduber, which meant "equip with arms, adorn." That, in turn, may have originally been a Germanic word, though etymologists aren't certain. At any rate, this borrowed word meant "to knight by ceremonially striking with a sword" as early as the 11th century.

By the late 1500s it had been extended to the less-specific meaning of "to provide with a name."

Friday, November 30, 2018

Friday From the Archives - Santa Claus and Giving

Original post published 12/4/2014

I admit it. Readily. I have occasionally had an issue with the Santa question. I have friends who never introduced the concept, and part of me always wished I had put my foot down on it too. Because I never really introduced it. I just let it creep in. Whenever my kids would ask, I would say, "Well, what do you think?"

And I was about to pull the plug. Then . . . then I looked it up. I looked up the true history of St. Nicholas, and how he became Santa Claus. And you know what I discovered? That of all the many Christmas gift-giving traditions, this is actually the only one I feel has its roots in the right place.

Nicholas was from a city in the Byzantine empire, born in the late 200s and living through the mid 300s. From his youth, he was always given to matters of God. His parents died when he was young, leaving him a very wealthy boy. But rather than live in style, he was raised by his uncle, a priest, and soon followed in his footsteps. (Sorry--no Mrs. Claus.)

Even as a boy, he was known as the wonder-worker. He healed people of things like withered hands and illnesses with simple prayers. He calmed storms. He worked miracles. And he's still hugely remembered for those things in Europe, where you'll be hard pressed to find a town without a church dedicated to St. Nicholas. But do you know what else he's remembered for?

His anonymous generosity. 

See, he had all this money . . . but a heart for the Lord. So what did he do? Well, whenever he saw the needs of someone in his community, he quietly met them. He threw gold through windows. Down chimneys . . . and on occasion, it's reported that some of this gold landed in a stocking left to dry over the banked fire.

Sound familiar? For hundreds of years, Christmas stockings always had gold--or a golden fruit, like an orange--in the bottom, to recall this story.

But the beauty of the thing is that Nicholas never claimed to be the gift-giver. More, when someone caught him at it, he would beg them not to disclose the secret, not so long as he lived. Because Christ charged us to give in secret.

After his death on December 6th, however, the stories came out. Story upon story about the generosity and gift-giving of Nicholas, who was soon named a saint and whose feast day was established as December 6th. So a new tradition was born. Whenever an anonymous gift was given, and especially on his feast day, it was said to be given in the name of St. Nick. 

Anonymously--because that's what Christ charged us to do.

Isn't that actually what gift-giving should be about?? Not the glory of saying, "Look, I bought you something you'll love!" but the knowledge that we're bringing joy to someone--better still, meeting the need of someone--without expecting anything in return. Even the joy of seeing their faces when they open it.

That is true giving. And that's what St. Nicholas represents.

So how did St. Nicholas become Santa Claus? Well, because of the proximity of St. Nicholas's feast day to Christmas, the two holidays eventually merged. But not right away. For hundreds of years, the gifts were given on December 6, and December 25 was reserved as a day of worshiping the Christ Child.

Then Martin Luther revolutionized the church and tried to do away with the saints' days altogether. He was the one who said we oughtn't to expect gifts from St. Nicholas. Instead, we ought to be grateful for the gift of the Christ Child. But in rather typical fashion, people weren't willing to give up all their old they just changed the name and began saying the gifts were from the Christ-kindl (German/Dutch for Christ Child). Which Americans later heard and thought was Kris Kringle. Which is how it became, ironically, another name for Santa. (Also note that Santa Claus is directly from the Dutch words for saint and Nicholas, Claus being a nickname for the latter and "sinta" the word for the former.)

So you see what happened? In effort to change a tradition, all we succeeded in doing was losing its meaning. Santa became a symbol of greed to many, when that's the last thing he ever was in reality. He became a symbol of Christmas-when-you-take-Christ-out-of-it, when his life was dedicated to putting Christ in everything.

When I read all this history, I was inspired (hello, future novel!), and I was also saddened. Because one of the most honorable traditions surrounding gift-giving is the one so often hated by the Church. Oh, we're happy to give gifts...but we don't want to lie to our kids. (And let's face it--we don't want to share the glory when we find that perfect something for them.)

Well, I'm not going to lie to my kids. Instead, I'm going to teach them who St. Nicholas was. More, why he did the things he did. And I'm going to hammer home that the beauty of the thing is the anonymity. Who leaves those presents? Well, that's for you and your faith and your logic to decide. But the most important thing as a receiver of said gifts is knowing they're given from love--not just the love of a friend or the love of a parent or the love of any other family.

These gifts represent the love of God. The love of Christ. Embodied by the anonymous generosity of man...a man like St. Nick.

I'm not going to lie to my kids. I'm going to explain that St. Nick is a real person, who did indeed appear miraculously to many people. That's it's not about's about miracles. That believing God can do the impossible is part of faith. And that another part is being His hands and feet. Being His vehicle.

Being St. Nick. Not just on Christmas--in fact, we're going to try to get away from making the day set aside for Christ being Present Day. But we're going to give gifts. We're just going to change up how we do it.

My challenge to you this year is to start taking yourself out of gift-giving. Start signing gifts "Anonymous"--or, as the case may be, "St. Nicholas." Start leaving them for people to find and never know they're from you.

Let's start giving for the right reasons. And let's give some credit to the memory of a man who always, always did. Santa isn't a symptom of the evils of a commercialized nation--we are. Our attitudes are. Santa, if you dig back to the history, is the memory of a man who knew how to do things right. And I bet if Nicholas of Myra could see how his image has been changed over the years, and even hated by some Christians, he would weep. Because all he ever wanted to do was show Christ's love to his flock. He would want us, just like I firmly believe God does, to get back to the roots of that.

Will this be hard? Absolutely. Why? Because of expectation. Because we'll feel cheap if we show up without something in hand and don't reveal we've already given something. But that's a symptom of the problem, isn't it? Giving shouldn't be about our pride.

Let me say that again:

Giving should be about Him.

Not me.


Not you.


If we're giving in our own name...well, then who's the gift about? Makes you think, doesn't it? Or at least, it made me think. Because giving gifts has always been, to me, about (a) the recipient and (b) my joy in giving it. Not really about God at all. And you know, maybe that's fine on a birthday.

But on Jesus's? I don't think it is. I really don't. And so I'm going to accept the challenge to myself. I'm going to figure out how to glorify the Lord and honor Christ on His day--on every day. And I'm never going to sell St. Nicholas short again. Because he understood all his life what it's taken me a lot of years to figure out.

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Two New Stories!

Once in a while, it's fun to pause from telling y'all about my stories and talk instead about the other books that make up my life. 😁 And this last month, I've been SUPER BUSY preparing two amazing books for publication. So naturally, I want to tell you about them. 😉

WhiteFire Publishing has just officially launched its young reader line, WhiteSpark. And our two launching titles are pretty fabulous. Leading the way is our Young Adult title, Gone Too Soon, by bestselling, award-winning author Melody Carlson.

Now, Melody has long been established as a writer of both young adult and adult novels, historical, contemporary, you name it. At this point, I've read quite a lot of her books. But I gotta say. This one. This one is my favorite. This one is something special. This one grabbed me by the heart within pages and just didn't let me go again. This one will rock your world.

It's about a family--a family on the brink of disintegration. Six months before the story opens, the eldest daughter, Hannah--the "perfect" daughter--was killed in a car accident. And now nothing is right. Kiera, the "problem child" middle daughter, doesn't know what to do. Their father barely ever comes home. Their mother is relying more and more on alcohol and prescription drugs. And her little sister, Maddie, is being shipped off for the summer. It seems like nothing will stop their family's tailspin...until Kiera finds a diary hidden away in her older sister's room. Then even what she thought she knew is turned on its head. Apparently, Hannah wasn't so perfect. Apparently, her last year was far from ideal.

And apparently, their family's problems began well before Hannah died. The question is...can her words now somehow help put things to rights?

I'll say up front that I'm not an emotional reader. I don't often cry when I read. But this one...okay, so I didn't cry, but I got chills, people. Genuine, "Oh my goodness!!" chills. Aimed at teens who are sure to see their world in the one between the pages, it's also suitable for adults. I cannot recommend this book highly enough. Get it for your teen. Get it for yourself. Get it for anyone who needs to see the hand of God at work. It's available at a bargain price for your e-reader, in paperback, and also in hardback with dust jacket.


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Oh, funny behind-the-scenes. I did the cover design for this, of course--but as I tried out various options, Melody and I agreed we wanted to see the diary on the cover. But I couldn't find a single decent stock image of a diary like I wanted. I could, however, find one on Amazon. ;-) So I ended up ordering one and staging my own photo shoot. It isn't often I use my original photos for a cover! I had to purchase the keychain's not actually in the book, but it's representative of the car that plays a huge role in the story.

Next up is Benjy and the Belsnickel, a middle-grade story that the 8-12 crowd will LOVE. When this book was first submitted to us, I actually read it to my kids (9 and 11 at the time) as part of our homeschool day to get their take. (Hello, beta testing!) They both highly enjoyed it, especially my son.

Benjy is such a fun story! The title character is an 11-yr-old boy in a rural Pennsylvania town in the 1930s. He attends a one-room schoolhouse, where he is constantly pulling pranks and getting in trouble with the schoolmarm. The thing is, he's not sure why. He tries to be good--he wants to be good--but the allure of mischief is just too strong. I mean, who wants to do spelling when it's one of the last warm days of autumn and his baseball bat is calling his name?? Who wants to suffer through math when the first snowfall promises fun sledding?

But with every prank he pulls, Benjy is met with the same threat from all the adults in his life--he'd better be careful, or he'll earn a visit from the Belsnickel.

This is what I LOVE about this book--the Pennsylvania Dutch legend that comes to life! The Belsnickel, you see, is an old PA Dutch tradition that runs parallel to Santa Claus. We all know Santa is known for bringing presents to good kids and coal to bad ones. Well, the Belsnickel is his antithesis. He only visits the naughty children, and he comes with a whip in hand, a terrifying hat decorated with porcupine quills and bells, and a strict warning: make better choices or face the consequences.

Benjy's pretty sure the legend is just that--folklore. Except he keeps hearing bells at every turn and is pretty sure he sees the Belsnickel's shadow looming. Is it his imagination or truth? And is the threat enough to make him change his ways?

With just enough legend to make kids squeal, but plenty of humor, hope, and family love to keep them firmly planted, this is a must-read this holiday season for the young ones in your life!

AND...inside the book, there are illustrations at the chapter heads and between some of the chapters. Illustrations were done by my daughter! When Bonnie (the author) mentioned a few line drawings to me, I immediately thought of my budding artist of a daughter and wondered if her style would fit. I sent Bonnie a few samples of her work to see if it fit the style she had in mind, and she gave me an enthusiastic "Yes!" So my thirteen-year-old wowed us all with her talent (as usual) and produced the 23 pictures now featured in this book. Yes, I'm a proud mama. For good reason! This girl is GOOD!

Benjy and the Belsnickel is also available in three formats, though the hardback version is case laminate, not a dust jacket. Better for those younger readers, and more handy for lending and sharing. 😁

You can watch a fun interview with Bonnie HERE.


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Monday, November 26, 2018

Cyber Monday Sale!

It's Cyber Monday! 
Which of course means a SALE in my website's store!

So here's what you do.

1. Hop over to

2. Cross a few items off your shopping list, for you or for someone else ;-)

3. Enter coupon code "THANKS2018" for 25% off your entire purchase AND free shipping on orders over $50!

A few quick notes. When you're checking out, there's a red bar at the top with instructions on where to fill in personalization requests (namely, in the "order notes" section, which is the last section of the checkout form). This is where you tell me to whom you'd like your books signed. =)

The coupon code is entered in a drop-down. Beneath that RED bar, there are two BLUE bars at the top, the second of which says "Have a coupon? Click here to enter your code." Click on that, put in the code, and voila! The percentage discount will apply to every order, and free shipping will be automatically added if you've spent enough.

This sale will only last through Tuesday 11/27!

Monday, November 19, 2018

Happy Thanksgiving!

This week, in celebration of Thanksgiving in America, I'm going to be taking the week off from the blog. My kids and I have the week off from homeschooling, so we're going to seize the chance to watch some movies, do some reading (and writing, for me) and otherwise relax. I hope everyone has a wonderful, blessed week!

And be sure to come back here next Monday to see what Cyber Monday deals are running in my shop!

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Thoughtful About . . . The Sacrifice of Thanksgiving

It's once again that time of year when we set aside time to focus on giving thanks. Thanks to our God for all He has provided. Thanks for all He is. Thanks for all He's made us.

It's that time of year when I often pause to remember the start of the American tradition and stand in continual awe at the Pilgrims that first celebrated Thanksgiving on this continent. Who celebrated and gave thanks despite the fact that every single one of them had suffered the cruel death of a loved one in the year that had just passed. That families had been patched together, binding widows to widowers, orphans to parents who had lost children. That the community had chosen to hold steady, to move forward together. To give thanks. Despite the fact that they had so many reasons to mourn. So much grief burdening them. So many obstacles ahead.

When I'm making a list of things to be thankful for, I know what tops mine: my family, my friends, the chance to write, the Church, His Spirit.

But this year, as I've spent these last few months contemplating how I can #BeBetter, how I can stop viewing those who have different opinions or beliefs as my opposition or enemy, I feel like I'm being challenged to something new.

In 1 Thessalonians 5:14-18, Paul instructs us (emphasis my own):

14 Now we exhort you, brethren, warn those who are unruly, comfort the fainthearted, uphold the weak, be patient with all. 15 See that no one renders evil for evil to anyone, but always pursue what is good both for yourselves and for all.
16 Rejoice always, 17 pray without ceasing, 18 in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

Everything. That isn't always easy. But God also calls us to offer our praise even when it's hard. Even when it's a sacrifice. Sometimes, thanksgiving is the same. Sometimes, He asks us to take a step back from the emotion that holds us captive--the pain, the anger, the grief...the happiness, the joy, the victory--and see things through His eyes. To see that even when we feel loss, He is still at work. Even when death steals from us, He gives us life. Even when we're prisoners, He offers freedom of the soul. Even when we cannot see the reason, He holds it all in His hands.

But not only that. The things we consider victory and joy cause pain and fear for others. God cares about that, too, doesn't He? He loves those who are confused about their identity...He loves those who fear bigotry so much that they extend the definition into things I don't feel it should include. He loves those who think my faith is dangerous. Does He want us laughing in joy when we score a "win"...or praying for those who are hurt by it?

This year, I'm going to be spending my Thanksgiving deliberately thanking God for the things and people that cause me stress. I'm going to thank Him for the people who don't believe as I do--because they have opinions that challenge me, and it's through challenging each other that we achieve intellectual honesty. I'm going to thank Him for what I've lost, because sometimes it takes stripping me of the things I cling to for me to really see Who matters. I'm going to thank Him for every single thing I hope changes in the year to come, because the fact that it's here in my life means I need to learn from it.

We are all dealt hard blows. We all suffer. We all fear. It's what we do with it that makes a difference. And if our "doing" is to praise God, to thank Him for the loss, for the pain, for the hurt, for the difficulty... Well then, we're not going to be seeking revenge. We're not going to be wallowing in those emotions--we're going to be wallowing in Him.

And that, my friends, can change the world. One person at a time.

Next week I will be celebrating Thanksgiving and taking the week off from blogging, but be sure to swing by here on Monday, November 26th to see what Cyber Monday sales I'll be offering!

Monday, November 12, 2018

Word of the Week - Vignette

I love learning things through my kids' school! A week or two ago, my daughter came out with her vocabulary book in hand to ask if I knew about the history of the word vignette. I'm not sure if I've ever heard this before, but it's a fun progression!

So back in the day, book pages that contained pictures were often decorated with a border--and one of the most popular images to use for a border was a vine. (French vigne.) By 1751, this vine border had become known as a vignette, which is just a diminutive of the French. But over the years, the word began to be used for the picture on the page, not just the border. By 1853, vignette was used for a type of small photographic portrait.

Toward the end of the 19th century, this idea of a small image or sketch expanded into the literary world and began to be used for a short work of writing too--which is the meaning I'm most familiar with. I had no idea it had come originally from a vine used as a decorative border!

Do you have any books in your house with a vignette border on any pages?

Thursday, November 8, 2018

The Great War Multi-Author Giveaway

I have joined forces with five of my fellow authors who write fiction set during World War I.
As today commemorates the end of the war exactly 100 years ago, we decided this was cause for celebration ~ bookish style!

To honor the Centennial of the END of The Great War, we six authors have joined forces to offer you one fabulous giveaway of our WWI-based novels.

For information on all the books and giveaway, visit Carrie Turansky's page HERE.
For a super-fun joint interview, check out the post Michelle Ule put together HERE. (Link will be live on Friday)

But you can also enter via the form below!

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Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Remember When . . . He Made Us His Own

I have been adopted by a king. And so have you.

I remember when I was in high school, on one of my piano recital days, I was battling nerves by praying and just dwelling on Him. I can still see the church sanctuary in my mind's eye, with the baby grand piano that I'd soon play for the collection of family and friends gathered there. I can still see the sunlight streaming through the window. I can still feel the creased, worn pages of the music book in my hands. I was maybe fourteen or fifteen...that detail escapes me. 😉 But that day, as I dwelt on all He's done for me, I realized something pretty cool. That He was the King of kings...and I am His daughter, His heir. I am a princess of the Kingdom of God.

Now, this was before the days of memes and social media. These days, I see beautiful images and catchy phrases that share this idea left and right. But at the time, it was a revelation. And it was one that has always stuck with me.

My God sent His Son--the true heavenly Prince--to this earth to die for me. To die for you. And so to provide a means for us to become joint-heirs with him. How amazing is that?

I loved learning that in the day and age when Jesus walked the earth, adoption was something very serious. Under Roman law, when a child was adopted into a family, they were entitled to the family name, legacy, and inheritance. They could inherit titles. Thrones. Everything a natural child could. This hasn't been the case throughout all of history--but it was then. Which makes it all the more important that it was that moment of history that hosted the arrival of our Savior. Because when He then offered adoption into His family, it meant something complete. Something profound. Something irreversible. We will inherit the kingdom of God.

A fitting contemplation now that we're into November ~ Adoption Awareness Month.

For those of you who have read my Shadows Over England series, you know how much I loved crafting a family of adopted-by-each-other orphans as my heroes and heroines. This family understands that it's love that binds us together, not blood. Love that makes a brother or a sister, a parent or a child.

I love that God gave us such an always-present illustration of what He's done for us. And as we thank Him over and again for all He's done for us in that respect, it seems like a great time to contemplate how we in this world do the same. I have some friends who went through the fire to be able to adopt children in need; I have family who has acted as foster parents to countless boys and adopted several of them over the years; and I had the privilege of helping edit a book about a birth mother who chose to give up her child, and who was finally reunited with her many years later. This tender memoir has snippets from the birth mother, the child, the adopted mother, and a few glimpses into other families' adoptions as well.
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This November, let's make it a point to remember, as we gear our minds toward thankfulness, what our heavenly Father has done for us. And also to dwell on how His children follow His example even today.

Thank you, Father, for making us your own. And thank you for equipping us with hearts to mirror you and bring others into our families as well.