Rebekah by Jill Eileen Smith

Hi Friends,

I wanted to tell you about a new book by my friend Jill Eileen Smith.  Compelling biblical fiction.  I think you'll enjoy it.  Here's the scoop:

Rebekah

by Jill Eileen Smith

4 Stars from RT Book Reviews

Can love heal the rift between two souls?

When her beloved father dies and she is left in the care of her conniving brother Laban, Rebekah knows her life has changed forever. Though she should be married by now, it’s clear that Laban is dragging his feet, waiting for a higher bride-price to line his pockets. When she is given a chance to leave her home to marry Isaac, a cousin she has never even seen, Rebekah’s hope for the future is restored. Little does she know what a wondrous and heart-wrenching journey she is beginning.

As Rebekah experiences the joy of young love and the bitterness of misunderstanding and betrayal, her resolve will be tested. When the rift between her and Isaac grows so wide it is surely too great to be mended, can she trust the God of Isaac’s father Abraham to bridge the gap?

About the author:

Jill Eileen Smith is the author of the bestselling Michal, Abigail, and Bathsheba, all part of the Wives of King David series, and of Sarai and Rebekah books 1 and 2 in the Wives of the Patriarchs series. Her writing has garnered acclaim in several contests. Her research into the lives of biblical women has taken her from the Bible to Israel, and she particularly enjoys learning how women lived in Old Testament times. Jill lives with her family in southeast Michigan.

Bonus Features:

Bible Study Questions: http://www.jilleileensmith.com/books/rebekah/bible-study-questions/ 

Discussion Questions: http://www.jilleileensmith.com/books/rebekah/discussion-questions/

Preview: http://www.jilleileensmith.com/books/rebekah/preview/ 

Behind the Scenes: http://www.jilleileensmith.com/books/rebekah/behind-the-scenes/ 

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Is it a Gift from God ... Even When It's Ugly?

Hi Friends,

Today I saw a craigslist ad for Boxer pups (no, I'm not getting a new puppy ... yet, at least ;-)).  Our Boxers died a few years ago, but in checking out the pictures of the pups in the ad, I was reminded again of what I learned when we got ours years ago.

I was particularly reminded of the gift of Cisco, who started out as an ugly white-faced pup and ended up a beautiful gift of God to me.

Here's how it happened:

"Hey, you guys want a puppy?" our friends, Steve and Angela, asked one day after church.  "They’ll be born in about a month.”

"Nah.  I got enough work to do,” I said.

Steve smiled.  “They’re boxers.”

“Boxers?  Really?"  My husband and I spun around.  We loved boxers.  But, they were hard to come by, and expensive at that, so we'd never gotten one.  

"Yeah, purebreds." Steve’s grin broadened.  "So, what do you say?”

"I’ve changed my mind.  We definitely want one!”  The words tumbled from my mouth.

In a month, right on schedule, seven little boxer puppies were born.  With hearts filled with longing, Bryan and I leaned over the litter and eyed each one.  Which would we choose?  Six were just adorable, with their little black faces and pushed in noses.  The seventh, on the other hand, was not.  An ugly pinkish-white splotch spread over his entire face, making him look more like a rat than a dog.  

"Yuck.  What happened to that one?" I said, pointing at the white-faced pup.

Angela sighed.  "We might end up having to keep that one.  I can't imagine anyone picking him."

I shrugged and studied the cute puppies.  

Bryan stepped next to me.  "Which one do you like the best?" 

"What about that one?"  I pointed to a pup with a thin white stripe up his face.

Bryan picked up the puppy and handed him to me.  "This is the one I like, too."  

Steve smiled.  "Hey, why don't you guys take two?"

"Could we?" Bryan breathed then turned to me.  "Is there another one you like?" 

"Well, let me hold me a different one and I'll see.”

Bryan headed toward the puppy pen.  

"Any one but that ugly little white faced one!" I added as Bryan reached into the pen.   

One by one I held the other five pups, but none seemed “just right.”

Finally, five weeks rolled around.  Like new parents, we gazed down at the wiggling mass of puppies.  There they all were, six little black faced cuties, and one . . . wait a minute!  There was the white faced pup, and he was the cutest of the bunch.

We brought all the little boxers out to play on the mat, and the white-faced one played with Bryan and I, licked our faces, and wagged his little nubby tail.  I couldn't resist.  We claimed our second pup.

Now, Cisco is a special blessing to me.  He snuggles with me when I’m sad, romps with me when I’m happy, and sits curled at my feet when I watch television.  Often, Bryan looks at us, shakes his head, and says, "He's definitely your dog."  And to think that I once said, "Any puppy but that ugly little white faced one."  

It makes me wonder how many gifts from God I turn my back on because they seem a little ugly at first, or aren't what I had in mind.  Maybe it's that lunch with someone who sort of bugs me, or the Bible study I just don’t have time for, or the neighborhood get-together that I feel too tired to attend.  Cisco had to turn cute before I would accept him, but other things may not become attractive until I jump in and experience them. 

Cisco has become a reminder to me to look beyond my initial reactions to see what God may have for me.  I try not to say “yuck!” too quickly, but instead remember that the ugly, white-faced puppies in my life may really be special gifts from God, sent just for me!

All in Good Time by Maureen Lang

Hi Friends,

I wanted to let you know about my friend, Maureen Lang's, new book ALL IN GOOD TIME.  Info from Maureen is below.

All in Good Time is being offered TODAY ONLY as a free ebook.  Here are the links:

CBD
http://www.christianbook.com/all-good-time-gilded-legacy-ebook/maureen-lang/9781414382081/pd/32335EB?item_code=WW&netp_id=1033041&event=ESRCG&view=details

Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Good-Time-Gilded-Legacy-ebook/dp/B008PX1TPY/ref=zg_bs_154606011_f_29

Barnes and Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/all-in-good-time-maureen-lang/1112307750?ean=9781414382081

After today, it will be specially priced for a week or so.  It is available both as an ebook (with the specially short-time pricing) and also a regular paperback book (those links are below).

So, here's the scoop:

New Historical Romance from Maureen Lang, All In Good Time

And for Monday only: the e-book is free!

A Note from Maureen:
New releases are always exciting! I was just telling my husband that THIS book is my favorite, but he's noticed I say that about every new release. Well, this one really is holding a special place in my heart. I think authors, like parents with their children, love each book for certain reasons. For me, the hero in All In Good Time is my special reason. He starts out as such a curmudgeon I just couldn't wait to soften him up a bit—but for it to be convincing, it had to be handled gradually. I'd try to make him crumble and he kept doing something to shore himself up. All in good time, he'd say to me. Needless to say, he was the perfect match for my impatient heroine.

Here's a little about All In Good Time:

Dessa Caldwell has a dream, to offer refuge for fallen women. All she needs is a loan so she can open Pierson House sooner than she ever expected.

Henry Hawkins has a secret—but he also owns one of the most successful banks in Denver. He hasn’t earned that success by granting foolish loans, but when his manager gives Dessa the money she needs, Henry’s best efforts to stop it fail—and in the process the fortress he’s built around his heart begins to crumble.

But will their secrets keep them apart?

The flaws and secrets of Dessa Caldwell and Henry Hawkins may very well keep them apart . . . until they realize it’s those very flaws and secrets that make them perfect for one another.

Details about pricing:
I'm thrilled to share that Tyndale House is offering this brand new release as an absolutely free e-book download, and all you need to do to take advantage of it is to act quick! It's free only 3/31 and 4/1 - Sunday and Monday. (If you miss this short promotional time there will be special pricing all week, $2.99 for a couple of days and then 4.99 until the regular e-book pricing takes affect next Sunday at around $9.00.)

All In Good Time is available everywhere, but the special pricing is being offered for electronic copies only.

About Maureen Lang:
Maureen Lang writes stories inspired by love of history and romance. An avid reader since childhood, she started writing the stories she wanted to read. Before publication she won RWA’s Golden Heart and ACFW’s Genesis, and her published books have won the Inspirational Readers Choice Contest, a Holt Medallion, and have finaled in the Christy, Rita and Carol Awards. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, children and Labrador retriever. Visit with Maureen at www.maureenlang.com

Links to print book, to buy All In Good Time:

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Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/All-Good-Time-Gilded-Legacy/dp/1414364474

Barnes and Noble
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Deeper Shopping
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Thanks for visiting and Happy Reading!

Jesus Did It For You! WOW!

Hi Friends,

This week, as I'm considering what Jesus did for me - arrested, beaten, spat on, a crown of thorns crushed onto his head . . . crucified - I am filled with awe, amazed with the wonder of it.  

For me.

For you.

He died.

He rose again.

He redeemed us all.

Wow.

Nothing will ever be the same again.  Because He changed everything on the cross, in the tomb.

And as I sit and ponder, I remember a story from when Bethany was a little girl.  She was about Beanie's age when it happened, just like this:

It started just like any other night.  Bethany grabbed her sea otter toy, snuggled deep into her blankets, and look up at me with smiling brown eyes.  I settled next to her and picked up the first of the bedtime stories I would read that night.  A dancing hippo shone from the book’s cover.  “I like that one,” Bethany mumbled through the two fingers she had stuck in her mouth.  

So, I read, she wiggled, and the short pile of books soon dwindled to nothing.  Then, came our favorite part of the bedtime ritual.  I reached for the Bible story book on her dresser, thinking I’d read about Zaccheus or perhaps blind Bartimaeus or the woman at the well.  

But just as my fingers touched the brightly colored surface of the book, Bethany sat up and tapped my arm.  “You tell me about Jesus tonight.  Tell me about Jesus on the cross.”

“Ahhhh,” I murmured as I turned from the dresser and tucked the blankets around Bethany’s chin.  “Jesus on the cross.”

“Please, Mommy.”

I smiled down at her.  Then, I reached over, dimmed the light, and began.  I told her about how the soldiers hit Jesus, and hurt him, and spat on him, and pushed an awful crown of thorns on his head.  I told her about how they made him carry his own cross up to the hill called Golgotha, and how they laid him on the cross and spread out his arms, and nailed him there.  

“Did it hurt very much?” she asked, just as she always did whenever I got to this place in the story.

I brushed the hair back from her forehead with my fingertips.  “Very much.”

“They not supposed to do that.”  She frowned.

“But they did.”

“And then what happened?”

My voice grew quiet.  “They lifted the cross high in the air, and the sky turned black.”  

“Oooo,” she breathed.

“Then, Jesus died, and the curtain in the temple was torn in two from top to bottom.”

“That’s sad, Mommy.”  She clutched her sea otter toy even tighter.

I nodded, then told her about how they took Jesus down from the cross and put him in the tomb for one day . . . two days . . . three days.  

She waved her fingers in the air and counted the days with me.  

“Then –“ I paused.

Bethany caught her breath.

“The ground shook.”  I rattled her headboard.  “The stone rolled away, and—” I stopped.

As always, Bethany finished the story in her loudest voice. “Him not die anymore! Him risen!”

We laughed together as I hugged her and whispered in her ear, “And that is the most wonderful, incredible, amazing, important thing that has ever happened in the whole wide world from the beginning of time until now.”

Her eyes grew wide. She snuggled deeper into her blankets, and said the one word that I’ll never forget.  “Wow.”

Wow.  And somehow that simple word stuck in my heart and I saw the story of Jesus through her eyes.  I saw the wonder, the mystery, the beauty.  I saw how much it cost for God to make me His own.  

And in that moment, God rekindled in me the wow of the gospel.  Suddenly, it was new, amazing, and wonderful.  How had I forgotten the awe?  How had it become “old news?”

I laid back on the bed next to her and looked at the ceiling.  “Wow,” I whispered.  “Wow, wow, wow.”

Bethany sighed and rubbed her small hand over my arm.  “You tell me again, Mommy?  Tell me about Jesus on the cross.”

“Of course, sweetheart.  I’ll tell you as often as you want to hear it.”

And I do, with a silent prayer that neither of us will ever forget the “wow” of what Jesus did for us on the cross.

Who are You? in the Easter Story

Hi Friends,

This week I’ve been writing Chapter 10 of my new book, Wrestling with Wonder, about the arrest, beating, and sentencing of Jesus.  As I’ve been writing, I’ve been thinking about who I am in the Easter story.

And I’ve discovered that I am many people in the story:

--I am Judas, who betrays him with a kiss.  I say I love him, but then I don’t represent him as I should.  My actions, my sin, take him to the cross.  He loves me anyway.

--I am Peter, who claims he doesn’t know Jesus because he’s afraid.  He loves God, but he succumbs to peer pressure.  Jesus forgives him, restores him, makes him whole.  

--I am Barabbas, a sinner set free when Jesus is condemned.  I don’t deserve it.  I can’t hardly believe it, but all my sins are forgiven and I am free of all that binds me because Jesus, in his innocence, is sentenced to die for me.

--I am Mary, kneeling in sorrow at the foot of the cross, unable to grasp the depth of what it means that the Messiah hangs there.  Not knowing that in this darkest hour I am being transformed and God’s will is being done.

--I am the thief, asking Jesus to remember me when he gets to his Kingdom.

--I am the soldier, whispering in awe, “Surely this is the Son of God.”

--I am his disciple, waiting, wondering ... trembling with fear and wonder as the whole world is changed in a single moment, as darkness covers the sky, as the curtain is torn is two forever, as I am redeemed.

I am his.  May I never forget the wonder of what he did for me . . .

Finding a Heart of Worship

Hi Friends,

If you come to my house when Jayden's home, you'll leave with two things:  A stack of carefully-crafted drawings and a fistful of "fowlers" picked from our yard.  Because at four years old, that boy loves to give to others what he loves most - and that's drawings and wildflowers.  And he gives wildly, freely, joyously, abundantly.

He gives with a heart of worship.

He gives when he's feeling a little down.  He gives when he's happy.  He gives when everything doesn't go his way.

It doesn't matter what the circumstances are - he draws his drawings, his picks his flowers, and he gives them to those he loves ... which is pretty much everyone.

And in doing so, he challenges me to do the same.  He calls me to worship God in all circumstances by bringing him my wildflowers and my drawings, no matter if I'm sad or happy, fearful or fulfilled.

Jayden calls me to worship God with all I am, all I love ... with joy, with abandon, with abundance on those days when the sun is shining, life is beautiful, and I'm caught up in the wonder of God's love for me.  And he calls me to worship with all I am, all I love, with joy, abandon, and abundance when life is rainy, things aren't the way I hoped and prayed, and I'm caught up in grief and sorrow and fears for what will be.

Jayden calls me to keep drawing and give my drawings away.  He calls me to still hunt for the flowers in my life, and give them away too.  To God, to others ... because of joy ... because of love.

So today, may I pause for just a moment over bedraggled dandelions and scrubby purple flowers held in mud-stained fists.  May I catch a whiff of wonder as I take them in my hands, hear the words "for you," and place them in a crystal vase.

May I receive Jayden's love as I receive God's - fully, abundantly, so I can give it back again.  So I can bring God my bedraggled wildflowers and spread the aroma of his love to everyone I meet.

May I worship God in a dozen little ways that are unique to me - with the drawings and wildflowers of my heart - in the midst of my day.  And may I share that love with others.

Because maybe, just maybe, my drawings are on the frig of heaven and my flowers are in a crystal vase beside Him.

How to Obey God

Hi Friends!

Last night Bryan and I started studying the Gospel of Mark with our two oldest, Bethany and Joelle.  We printed out the first few chapters on regular paper, double-spaced, got out a bunch of colored pens, and dug in to the text.  What we found is that God wants to baptize us with the Holy Spirit - He wants to change us from the inside out.  Our job is not to change ourselves through sheer willpower.  We only need to make straight paths for God's Spirit by confessing, repenting, and letting GOD do the work in our hearts.  

So as I've been pondering what we talked about, I was reminded of this story:

It was the size of a watermelon.  A very large watermelon.  I stuck my hand through the huge hole in the screen door and hollered for my husband.  “Aren’t you ever going to fix this screen?”  

I heard mumbling from the other room.

“Well?”

“Maybe this weekend,” Bryan yelled back.

This weekend?  Was he crazy?  A hundred flies would buzz through the hole before then.  Or a mouse could get through.  Or even the neighbor’s cat.  I stood up and put my hands on my hips.  “I want to do it now.”

“Go ahead,” Bryan answered.  “The new screen’s in the garage.”

It wasn’t exactly the answer I was hoping for, but I wasn’t going to wait any longer.  “Fine,” I grumbled, “I’ll do it myself.  No problem.”  I slapped my hands together and headed for the garage.  There, as promised, was the brand new hole-less screen.  

I tromped back into the house with the screen in my hand.  Within minutes I had the door removed and the old screen out and thrown away.  Now all I had to do was squeeze the new screen into the metal frame and replace the door.  It seemed like a simple task.  

I laid the screen on the frame and pushed, and shoved, and tweaked, and groaned.  But the screen wouldn’t stay in the frame.  Finally, I took a butter knife and tried to wedge the mesh into the thin crease.  I pushed the screen in.  It came out.  I pushed it in sideways.  It came out again.  I smashed the stainless steel knife into the mesh and pushed it into the frame with all my might.  It stayed in for a moment, then slipped out.  For forty-five minutes I tried everything I could think of to squeeze the screen into the frame, but nothing work.

Finally, I threw the butter knife onto the ground.  “I can’t do this!” I shrieked.  “It’s impossible!”

Bryan ambled into the room.  “What’s wrong?”

I sniffed back tears of frustration.  “I can’t get this stupid screen into the frame.”  I grabbed the butter knife and stabbed it in Bryan’s direction.

He grinned.  “You’re using a butter knife?”

I crossed my arms.  “Yeah.  So?”

“There’s a tool for that, you know.”

I glared at him.  “You’re kidding.”

“We can go over to Home Depot and pick it up now, if you want.”

“Of course I want to,” I shouted.

Ten minutes later we were standing before a bin of 79-cent tools.  I stared at the small plastic sticks attached to miniature wheels.  “This is it?” I asked.

“That’s it,” Bryan smiled.

Less than a dollar later, Bryan and I were headed home with tool in hand.  Once I got back, changing the screen took only a few seconds. I couldn’t believe how my impossible task had suddenly become so easy.  All because I had the proper tool.

Sometimes I feel like following God, and obeying his will, is a lot like changing a window screen.  Without the right tool, it’s almost impossible.  I like to think that I can obey God through sheer will power.  But after struggling, groaning, and trying with all my might, I find the hole-filled screen of my life far from fixed.  What I need is not the butter knife of will power, but the new heart that God promises.  I need to lay down my self-sufficiency and pick up complete reliance on God.  I need to stop thinking that I can fulfill God’s dreams for me if I just try hard enough.  Instead, I must depend on the right tool – on God’s grace and mercy in my life.  Only then will I be able to accomplish the tasks God has for me.  

Ezekiel 36:26 (NIV) says, “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”  Through grace, God gives me what I need to obey Him.  He only asks that I be willing to give up my old heart of stone . . . or in this case, of stainless steel!