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Don't Forget!

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 19:00:00 +0000

I feel challenged lately to keep you up to date on other writing ventures. Hopefully this link will work as I'm posting ahead (I try to truly rest on Sundays)!

I blogged more on Kimberly Stuart and Act Two: A Novel in Perfect Pitch.

Remember, I have a book give away going on! One winner from the US or Canada has a chance to win Act Two PLUS an extra goodie with an approximate retail value of $20. How do you enter, you ask? Leave a comment HERE AND on any blog post over at the Christian Writers Forum blog June 30-July 11.

Happy Sunday!

Knowing My Need

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 01:54:00 +0000

I admit, I try to keep this blog on the positive side of life because I want readers to come here refreshed and blessed, not beleaguered and stressed. At the same time, I promised God I would be an surrendered, authentic writer, so there are days that aren't all roses and I try to balance the reality and the hope through the words God gives me.

I shared last week about the sudden death of our new dog, Cocoa. I've even blogged about what God shared with me about the comfort in that here and here http://thenarrowgateinvites.blogspot.com/2008/06/his-loving-messages-from-valley.html. What I didn't share so much was the intense grief and feelings of loneliness and depression I've been battling most of this week.

I chalked it up to I was so busy taking care of Cocoa's things so no one else would have to, breaking the news to the kids, and strongly rebuking through prayer the mere thought anyone in our house would have that this was any one's fault. Monday a friend called to check on us and share their dog update, and I started to feel the grief hit. During that call I had another call that I didn't take. I learned later it was Cocoa's previous owner, a woman who lives and breathes for animals.

She apologized for taking so long to call and send her sympathies, she was just so upset. She tries to find a medical reason for this and I share as I did here that it truly was a rare thing. I let her know how quickly Cocoa bonded with us and us him. She gently put it out there that if we ever wanted another, she'd love to try again, knowing that any altering surgery could be done on their premises, hold the pet to make sure, and then we could pick the dog up to take home.

I was so overcome with grief I couldn't even entertain the thought. In fact, the call before the friend asked if I could return there. I said never. I've learned through the years, never say never!

By the end of the second call, I was in tears. The tears increased throughout the week. I'm not sure if health issues and lack of sleep added to it, but by Friday morning, I was so overcome I ran to the drugstore without saying goodbye to the family to pick up a prescription. When I get very stressed, I succomb to chocolate milk (the week of my wedding I was doing chocolate milk shots until my sister calmed me down)!

I drove home telling God how lonely and lost I was. I trusted God with this dog, and I put my guard down. Cocoa was my accountability partner, getting up early and I would read. We went on walks and I just basked in the exercise that lifted my spirits. I crave the love language of touch, but it is not easy for me to give or receive. I felt such a gift to have that dog and his touch so close by.

I write all this to say, the words I know didn't just hit the roof of my husband's car and splashed back down in my empty milk container. He knew the schedule for today. I had been invited to a brunch by a woman who treats my family so well, even though I dont know her as well as I would like.

I went with a heavy heart, obsessed over another closed door in our dog search, leaving us with one door open, the very place we found Cocoa. God knew to go back there means tears for me and the owner, but it would be ok.

I sit down to the brunch with a few ladies God hand picked from church. The hostess started the day by thanking me for allowing my husband to serve in music because his passion blesses them, the singers. They continued to thank me for how well the kids behave when they seem them in choir related functions. She pulls out Quilting Patches of Life and lets the ladies know about this book and how my story regarding our daughter was featured. They ask me to share my story, our daughter's testimony, and through it, others opened up and shared their hearts.

I was so overcome by God's love to meet my need so deeply. The loneliness vanished and I was able to give and receive hugs as if it were the easiest thing in the world for me to do.

I thank God for His specific provisions. He knew my heart was hurting and although I do understand the messages behind the loss, I still hurt. He loved on me all day today, and I have hope.

I came home and although my husband joked about almost putting my face on a milk carton, I checked my e mails and heard back from all the dog prospects. The ones that did not work out confirmed that it truly was not to be, and the one door open invited us to come and see what happens.

I know whatever happens, it will work out.

God knows my need.

He knows yours too!

Don't forget the book giveaway! Details here. I'll draw one winner from the US or Canada July 12.

Fiction Friday: The Unnamed Nanny

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 10:00:00 +0000

Happy Fourth of July! I never want to take for granted the freedoms I have here as an American. I'm so thankful for our forefathers, who truly considered God in all they did. I hope you catch the patriotic spirit every day, not just today!

While I'm at a parade in a back of a truck minding young children, you can take a break between grilling and checking into this great opportunity here is a story about the cost of freedom. This story was a huge stretch for me, beyond my high school fantasy that I was going to parallel Laura Ingalls in my pioneer writing, I've not written a historical piece. I hope you enjoy!

The Unnamed Nanny
by Julie Arduini
5/18/2007 / Short Stories

The Roman catacombs are the Christians' creation. The men designed the passages and galleries for Christian escape. I entered the catacombs in such a way I can not be detected. I lost track of the stairways and passages. With a grief-stricken pause, I reflected on the praises and losses.

My sweet Emerentiana, the mere thought of a pebble touching her ruddy cheeks much less a martyr's stoning sent me to heaves I was forced to keep silent. Silence kept me alive, my body anyway. My soul died twice with the murder of my girls. Emerentiana refused silence. She would not let what happened to her dear friend Agnes go without protest. I escaped to the city of the dead to bid goodbye to two girls not even fourteen. My sob echoed throughout the catacombs.

Agnes was as her name suggests: pure and lamb. The love for her Lord was so strong I shuddered when I heard Agnes reject her suitor. I was preparing her clothing for evening when I heard her steady voice proclaim,

"I am already the spouse of a Lover much more noble and powerful than you."

It was her death knell. Her suitor's heart truly beat for the emperor and his edict. The government's results always sadistic. Pure Agnes was first thrown into a brothel. The Romans knew they could not execute a virgin. They were sure her own virginal sacrifice would kill her. Her reply?

"Do you believe that now I could bow my head before simple rocks, mute and lifeless?"

Her tormentors, high on evil intent, became blind. She was bold enough to pray for their restored sight. Not only was her prayer granted, she remained a virgin. Our Lord is so good.

The Romans would not stop there. Her family wealth meant nothing. The whole city saw the next spectacle. The government ordered Agnes to be burned at the stake naked in the middle of the city. Emerentiana and I clung hard to each other, unable to watch from afar. All that burned was the pride of Rome. Agnes remained as alive as her faith.

The sword finally ushered her to the Suitor she desired all along. The streets filled with people up in arms. Killing an adult for denying idols, so many let that atrocity pass. But a child? Kill a child for proclaiming Christ? I comforted my own Emerentiana with this encouragement. I couldn't fathom how much her death would stir a frenzy to insist on change. My regret is the change did not come in time to save my on flesh and blood.

A child as well, Emerentiana went to the tomb to grieve a couple days after Agnes was killed. Perhaps it was Agnes' rejected suitor who lurked in the shadows to report his findings. Before long a crowd was before my baby. For the Glory of Christ, Emerentiana stood to boldly share the Gospel and admonish the soldiers. Like Stephen, rocks were the dispenser of hate. Except for my sweet Jesus, I was left alone.

I relied on the anger of the citizens to make change in this place. Passion will help me continue to make a difference in the Kingdom. My job was to teach Agnes the way of the Lord. I never thought she'd be tested so soon. I didn't believe friendship that strong would bind Emerentiana to the same fate. Alone, my job clear, I'm a nanny. I won't stop sharing the Gospel with the children. I believe in turn they will stand strong and become history for the sake of Christ. You won't find my name in the history books; and I don't care.

***
Idea and quotes from Voice of the Martyrs newsletter, May 2007
Additional information found online at www.newadvent.org/cathen/01214a.htm

Julie Arduini, http://thesurrenderedscribe.blogspot.com/, is devoted to writing for Christ in ways that encourage and inspire. A graduate of the Christian Writer's Guild, her writing resume is on her blog's sidebar. Happily married to Tom, they have two children.

@2008 by Julie Arduini

Article Source: FaithWriters.com http://www.faithwriters.com and FaithReaders.com http://www.faithreaders.com

Something Good: He Prays

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 12:00:00 +0000

I'm addicted! Monday I start clicking here and can't wait to post.

The question this week is: What about your husband's prayer life is especially meaningful to you?

Before I answer, I better clear up any potential confusion that might be out there. By participating and reading the wonderful accounts I share here, know by no means has my husband or I mastered anything---but mistakes. To tell on myself, I leave cupboard doors open. I get grumpy when I'm hungry. I can hold a grudge if I choose to. Hubby? Right now he's using his insulated lunch bag to carry around golf balls while I throw his lunch in a grocery bag each day. He is disorganized (his own admission) but when I look around, I know I'm blessed. God gave me a praying man.

When we first met he was new in faith and in a denomination that rumored to swing on chandeliers. (Not true that I saw, by the way). He prayed about everything, and he was tested early. The week we starting dating his ex wife moved their children 800 miles away. I can tell you his prayers kept him sane and solid in faith.

Through the years he's offered up prayers when my work was upsetting, when our child was very ill and at death's door, and when we faced the future of moving 300 miles from everything we ever knew. I appreciate all of that.

Can I tell you a secret? There are times, especially early in marriage, when I would be in a dead sleep and he'd retire to bed. I would wake to hear him praying. He would be praising God and asking prayer over us. I would rather hear those prayers than receive fancy jewelry or some "thing". I can't put to words what his prayers mean.

I'm not saying he doesn't pray like that anymore, two kids later I'm so exhausted I most likely sleep through his sincere praise and intercession. I will also share through the years our spiritual personalities have switched a bit. Although I'm fairly quiet in public, in my own prayer closet I feel like a warring bride (because we all are by the way) and I'm not afraid to pray, even if the words aren't what others would expect (I'm not a thee and thou person, I'm honest and authentic with my best friend, Jesus). My hubby knows this, and there were times he was intimidated to pray with me, and I was tempted to take over. If that is something you can relate to, let him pray in his way. God will bless the order of service, so to speak. Again, my fondest memories are the ones where he spoke praise and protection over me in quiet words and terms.

His prayers continue to water my thirsty soul, I pray your spouse does the same for you!

Don't forget! Details here for the book giveaway. My other "surprise" came today, so this will be a nice care package for someone. Enter today!

Link Up and Twitter!

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 14:00:00 +0000

Remember: There is a book give away here until July 12. Read here to learn more!

Every once in awhile I try to let you know about what groups I belong to in case they might be of interest to you. It's been a bit but I wanted to mention GodLinked.

Yes you can find me on FaceBook and ShoutLife, but my comfy nest is truly at Godlinked.

It's a warm community where I don't have to worry about content (a constant frustration with FaceBook and I won't even go on MySpace for the same reason) and it's easy to work with (Shoutlife isn't always so techno friendly for me).

Whether you are a writer, ministry leader, student, grandparent, new mom, old dad, you should check out GodLinked. If you want to custom design a page, trust me, you can because I am the most clueless person ever and I did. Pyzam.com helped me.

If you know of Christians looking for something like MySpace but Christian, send them to GodLinked.

Another place I've tried out but with mixed results is Twitter.. My first thought is "I will NEVER be that important to have to update y'all on what i'm doing." Second thought, I often run into error messages. Often there are so many "twitterers" that you can't get on. I guess for them, a good thing. I thought it was a young person's site but the people I'm following and who are following me seem to be in my age group. I'm following names I know from the writing industry, as well as new names that just seem like neat people I like reading about. There is a segment of folks I'm following just as a repeat gesture because they are following me. I admit, there are also those out there I just can't follow because something threw a red flag at me, and I felt it was wise to just leave well enough alone.

If you have never heard of Twitter it's in 140 (I think) words or less, letting the world know what you are doing right now. More real time than FaceBook status updates, you can even text your updates if you choose. Although I still struggle with the "I can't believe anyone would care" part of things, I admit it's another way to get my name and His work out there. If one new person checks this blog out and is encouraged, it's worth my guilt that no one cares that I'm paying bills or on a mocha run. I say go for it, I'm curious, I'd love to follow what you are doing through Twitter

Freaky Close and Embarrassing

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 01:12:00 +0000

I've been meaning to blog on this since I read Lynda's confession. I read awhile back ways to make sure you are getting your blog out there correctly, etc...and one way was to "google" yourself.

It sounds so self centered and egotistical.

But I did it.

I was surprised in the same ways Lynda was. For one, God Bless her, there is another Julie Arduini running around out there. Literally. Apparently she is a track star. She is even on Facebook but I don't want to scare her by writing her out of the blue with her name. She is Julia but my real name is Juliann, so it's close. Freaky close.

My maiden name also has a cousin with the same name and apparently she used to get calls for me. So that's where my high school dating life was...wrapped up in the wrong identity! Okay, maybe not.

Th second surprise was that some of my free reprint work over at FaithWriters is properly credited to me. One such case was with this blog. He used one of my most embarrassing moments turned God story and it truly is a neat God story He gave me, but also one of my most crawl under the table and die moments too.

I'd give a direct link but the Christian Writers Forum link edits my bio, and my free reprint bio is more comprehensive. Other than that, he added a cool picture of McDonald's but my words are as is.

So if you haven't been embarrassed lately, you have two options: read my story or google yourself and see how many others have your name!

REMEMBER: There is a book give away going on until July 12. Read this post for details.

Act Two: A Novel in Perfect Pitch---A Blog Tour That Takes You from the Met to the Barn

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 19:40:00 +0000

C'mon, you have to look twice when you see a book cover featuring a pig's behind, right?

The surprises don't end with the cover of Kimberly Stuart's newest release, Act Two: A Novel In Perfect Pitch.

This I can relate to: sagging body parts, a huge location change, and realizing the universe does not revolve around me. Sadie Maddox is much more interesting than I am though---she is a 40 year old classical musical icon, and that's the problem. Icons don't get the best calls or top selling CD sales, so Sadie has to make some changes. Those changes involve moving to Iowa to teach at a small liberal arts college. Her observations and critiques are laugh out funny.

Turns out Kimberly Stuart is just as funny as her diva character, Sadie.

Where did you get the idea for the book?
I can’t possibly reveal that to the blogosphere, and I say that only partly because I’ve always wanted to use the word blogosphere. The other reason is that this one percolated for awhile. There was no lightning bolt moment. But I will say that I’m always interested in putting quirky characters in situations that make them woefully uncomfortable and allow the reader to laugh with gusto both at and with the character. A New York opera diva on a farm seemed like a situation that might work for that purpose.

What kind of research did you have to do for the book?
It was intense. Lots of dangerous, Indiana Jones-type adventures, plenty of nights under the stars and without food or running water. Actually, I traveled to New York and was shuttled around by dear friends who love their city and were infectious in their excitement. I loved my time there and still wish I could drop off my laundry for someone else to do, begging out of the chore because my building just didn’t have a washer and dryer.

Have you lived on a pig farm?
I grew up in Iowa, though not exactly on a pig farm. Des Moines has roughly 400,000 residents, which would prove a challenge for group farming. But my roots are rural. All of my grandparents grew up on farms, as did many of our friends and neighbors. For Act Two, I relied heavily on dear friends who own a pig farm in northwestern Iowa. Anything I got right on this end is due to their diligence. Anything I goofed is my fault entirely. My husband will tell you I don’t always listen well.

When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
When I was a child, I wanted to be a “seener” (singer). Mostly, I wanted to be Amy Grant. That’s right, people: I was into STRAIGHT UP AMY GRANT. The hard stuff, the early years, like “My Father’s Eyes,” and “El Shaddai.” I rocked out (with choreography) in our basement, next to a record player roughly the size of an Escalade and was wholeheartedly convinced of my musical and entertaining genius. If only I could have met her at the right time, perhaps post-Gary, pre-Vince, we could have toured together! She totally could have used a back-up dancer/singer! In fact, if you’re reading this, Amy, I’m still available!

Where are you headed next?
God willing, I’ll be giving birth to our third child in August, so I’m afraid I won’t be heading anywhere too quickly. Lactation seems to preclude so many of life’s adventures…In addition to caring for our growing brood and being really snippy with my husband for a few months due to sleep deprivation, I have two more books to write with David C. Cook. Act Two is the first of three, and I must ask you humbly to buy it within the next four minutes as it is time-sensitive material. And it’s a pretty good summer read, if I must be so bold. After Act Two will come two more. This will make a grand total of five books so far from the pen of Kimberly Stuart. Don’t place any bets that I’ll try to have as many children as I do books. When it comes to babies, those in print are much kinder on a uterus.

If you want to follow Sadie from the Met to the barn, here is a sample:
http://www.davidccook.com/catalog/resources/samples/105650.pdf

In search of a good summer read? Purchase here

I have one copy of this book to give away. In addition, the winner will also receive approximately $20.00 retail value of items to surprise you with. Hint: If you enjoy reading, you'll want to enter! Leave a comment on ANY posts here AND http://www.christianwritersforum.com/ between June 30 and July 11 to qualify. I'll draw a name July 12. You can enter more than once by leaving more than one comment on different posts, BUT you do have to leave at least one comment at both blogs!

I'll also blog a bit more about this book on Sunday over at the Christian Writers Forum blog.

There are other bloggers out there on this tour, do me a favor and check them out and leave a comment?
A Christain Romance Writer’s Journey
Behind the Mountain
Blog Tour Spot
Book Nook Club
Book Room Reviews
Canadian Prairie Writer
Chatter Matters
Fictionary
Footprints in the Sand
Gatorskunz and Mudcats
His Reading List
I Don’t Wanna Blog
In the Dailies
Kells Creative Musings
Life with Missy
Lighthouse Academy
Musings on This, That, and the Other
Net’s Notes
Real Women Scrap
Refresh My Soul
See Ya On the Net
Sips ‘N Cups Cafe
So Many Books. . . So Little Time
Sumballo
The Friendly Book Nook
The Law, Books and Life
The Surrendered Scribe
The Writing Road
Toni V. Lee
Write by Faith
Writing on the Edge

A Touch of This, a Dash of That...

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 20:50:00 +0000

Some random thoughts today--

Do you make vacation Bible school part of your summer? If so, I blogged about what the VBS servant's crown might look like in heaven. Read my theory at:
http://christianwritersforum.com/Blog/?p=313

Christian Women Take Root and Write's Open House is now Monday, July 14. Noelle has worked so hard I don't even have words to describe it. The site has everything a woman could possibly need for information, encouragement and spiritual refreshment. Please mark it on your calendar. Better yet, I strongly encourage you to sign up for the Feedburner subscription service. It will go straight to your inbox, and then you can click on the actual site to keep up to date.

I am a news junkie and I am sad to think of election coverage without Tim Russert. I admit, I scrubbed my palms together in glee when I heard this: I live in one of the top 5 counties in the nation that could decide the election. Whoo hoo.

This week I helped out our children's pastor by lead teaching today. For being techo-clueless, it went well, but I treated myself to an iced mocha latte and Anita Renfroe's MomSense dvd for fun. Have you seen this one? My husband and son were laughing as much as I was.

We are at different places with our grieving over Cocoa. My son is doing better than I thought but admitted he'd like another dog sooner rather than later. My husband quickly turned to anger until I explained friends who admitted the exact thing happened to their dogs/puppies/cats after their neutering recovery. With that sad stat, he seems better. Now it's me. I think now that my busy week settled down, the reality hit. I am not one you would designate as a mushy-affectionate-ga ga person for anything on the outside. Yet Cocoa literally captured my heart in a short order of time. For never leaving kennel circumstances he was on a harness and lead for walks with no problems, housebroken, mastered stairs, affectionate, playful and yet a homebody just like us, hanging out. I struggle with anger but I understand deep down this is not a blame game. This afternoon I did take hours researching dogs. There are fairly local options. If you read this and feel led to pray, I'd appreciate it.

In closing....July 14 isn't just the Take Root Open House, it's also the season premiere of TNT's The Closer. I am hooked on this show. I am so sad about this show that when I visited the police last week to talk about stolen property, I felt like I knew as much as the officer because of my vast TV time with Kyra Sedgewick and gang on this fantastic ensemble show. I'm sure he turned back to his office with a smirk, I was almost to the point of ending it with a southern drawl "Thank Yuuu, thank you so much!" just as Brenda would on the show. Sigh...I love amazing writing and this show is top notch. It is a cable show dealing with law situations, so I have caught a profanity or two, just so you know.

Thanks for stopping by!

Fiction Friday: Red Carnations and Black Licorice

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 20:38:00 +0000

Thanks to all who sent messages regarding the sudden loss of Cocoa. Earlier this week I went back and forth on whether I should go with a happy story or a sad, but our circumstances decided for me. Although this one is more on the sad side, what an amazing look at unconditional love. I hope you enjoy.

Red Carnations and Black Licorice
by Julie Arduini
4/26/2008 / Health

"I won't be a part of this mom, I can't."

Mom's tired eyes looked down to the red carnations my sister just handed her. I couldn't look either of them in the eye so I gazed to the gazebo where dad sat. I heard a cry and realized it was my own.

"All you had to do was buy some candy. Really Tara."

My younger sister, Bree, sounded worn out as well. Mom spoke.

"Girls, please. You're either part of the problem or the solution. I choose to be part of the solution."

My eyes lingered on dad. A lump grew so full in my throat I felt like it was cutting off all ability to swallow. The assisted living facility staff said the gazebo was dad's favorite place to go on a nice day. He'd shuffle out and watch the birds gather around the various feeders. Today he wasn't alone.

"Anyone coming with me?"

Mom's hold on the carnations was so strong it was bending the stems. Bree stood up, walking close enough to nudge me to action. I sighed, wishing I had the licorice only so I'd have something to occupy my hands.

"Tara, could you hold on me as we walk? I'm feeling frail this afternoon."

Bree and I came alongside mom. We each took the crook of her arm and escorted her to the gazebo. Tulips were in full bloom, the scent intoxicating. When we reached the first step to enter the gazebo, dad looked up and smiled.

"Well hello there, I'm Max. Who are you lovely ladies?"

Bree took her free hand and placed it on dad's shoulder.

"Daddy it's us. Mom, Tara and me, Bree. We're here to visit."

"I love visitors. Did you bring black licorice? Did you come to visit Iris too?"

Dad gestured to the woman sitting on the bench next to him. I recognized the woman's lavender shawl. It used to be mom's. I cleared my throat. Mom took a wobbly step forward.

"Max, its Anna. Iris, hello. That shawl looks beautiful on you."

Iris beamed, touching the purple fringe. She made a pouty face and sighed.

"Thank you. I love it but I don't know where I got it. Maybe Max got it for me. Did you, sweetheart?"

Dad took her hand and squeezed it. A tear ran down his cheek.

"I don't recall Iris. I hate that I can't remember."

Mom wiped her own tears and sat on dad's other side.

"Max, when I was here last time I remembered you said Iris liked flowers. I brought some. Would you like to give them to her?"

I turned away, my head throbbing, my tears so hot I thought they would scald my face. Bree wept as she sat on the other side of Iris. Dad took the flowers and smelled them.

"Red carnations. These sure look familiar. Someone loves these flowers; I'm not sure who though. Anna? Do you love red carnations? How do we know each other again?"

Mom patted his knee. For someone who felt so weak I never knew someone so strong.

"Oh Max, we go way back. We're very close. I'm happy to see you doing so well. I think every woman loves flowers."

"Yes, but red carnations? They just seem extra special somehow."

Dad seemed tired as he tried to recall why those flowers would be important. Inside his room were pictures of us through the years. Red carnations dotted our memories. He gave some to mom on their wedding night and each anniversary until the diagnosis. Red carnations were what Bree's prom date gave her. They were part of my wedding bouquet. The flower was such a part of our family history.

"Well for such a special flower, you should give them away. Would you like that?"

Dad wistfully nodded and took three carnations out. He handed nine to Iris, who squealed.

"Oh Max what a thoughtful thing to do. I'll cherish them forever. You are the best boyfriend."

Mom smiled through the tears. Dad reached across to Bree.

"Here young lady, I'm sorry I can't remember your name but with such a special flower, I think it's only right each of you receive one."

We each took our carnation before saying goodbye and leaving. None of us spoke on the way back to mom's.
The next day I returned alone. I brought red carnations for Iris and black licorice for dad.

*Based on the About.com marriage article on Retired Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O'Connor and her family's decision to share this often untold Alzheimer's story.

Julie Arduini, http://thesurrenderedscribe.blogspot.com/, is devoted to writing for Christ in ways that encourage and inspire. Happily married to Tom, they have two children.

@2008 by Julie Arduini

Article Source: FaithWriters.com http://www.faithwriters.com and FaithReaders.com http://www.faithreaders.com

A Head Start On Surrender

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 22:11:00 +0000

If you are a parent, you probably have had to explain a complex thing to your children when you have no clue what God is doing yourself. Still you cling to the promise His plan is perfect.

Today is that day here.

This morning my husband took Cocoa to his neutering and shot appointment. I was nervous about it but when he called me in the afternoon, he reported all was well and he would pick him up at 4:30.

At 4, he received a call. Cocoa was doing perfect until right before 4. Suddenly his heart started racing and "shot through the roof." They tried everything, including CPR, to save him.

He did not survive.

My husband is beyond devastated. Trust his hard for me and I finally relented on getting a dog and I fell head over heels immediately. More than that, when my husband announced he researched vets for me, I submitted. He offered to give me all the information so I could double check him and I said I trusted him. I meant it.

As soon as he told me the news, I knew, knew this was one of those opportunities that could grow us, or divide us. He was a mess, blaming himself. I'm a mess because I truly feared something like that happening. I have heard of it before. I know he was the runt of the litter but he seemed in good health. Perhaps he reacted to the meds, I will most likely never know.

I do know nearly 5 years ago our baby was given the wrong medicine and the wrong dose and she lives. I'd love to have them both on my lap, but I know as I read other blogs, there are families even today grieving the loss of their child.

Still we are hurting. I pray my husband lets go of the guilt and that I will never, ever use that as a weapon against him in conflict. I pray our son can grieve and trust God, and I pray he sees that in me too.

God has something here, I have no idea what. But I am surrendering the emotions.

And working on trusting God to give us the courage to try again.

My Favorite Blogs---That I Know About

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 03:56:00 +0000

In recent days I have sensed God's call for me to take a more active stance with writing. The hard part is, I read a lot, probably too much. I love when I especially come across a blog that can encourage someone else. I'm at the point where if a neat blog has a subscription box, I'll go for it, otherwise, I tend to forget.

Since I did Favorite Things yesterday, I'd like to share blogs I enjoy, just learned about, want to encourage because they are great people, and basically, any or all of the above. If you have a blog you want to blog on, leave a comment.

But first, grab the lemonade and get your clicking link finger ready. I believe you will laugh, cry, learn, and enjoy. And hey, would you be able to leave positive comments on their blogs, too? What a treat that would be!

Kat's Dancing with Lady Bugs:
http://dancingwithladybugs.blogspot.com/
We all love Kat's original blog, http://randomthoughtsfromanewbieblogger.blogspot.com/ but this new one has me thinking Kat has no idea what an impact this blog is going to have. In a world of tragedy and sad news, Kat offers an alternative so inviting it's like water in a desert. You must, must, must check it out and bookmark it.

Marie's Meek Musings
http://meekmusings.blogspot.com/
Her consistent faith when she isn't sure what's around the bend really inspires. Her blog journals what so many of us are going through, the job search, but Marie offers so much more.

Yvonne's New Blog and Ministry
http://mybackdoorministry.blogspot.com/
Yvonne is a friend from both the http://christianwritersforum.com/Blog/ and http://www.faithwriters.com/ and what a heart she has to encourage others. I can't tell you how many times I've uttered motherly fears or frustrations and her calm cyber voice settles me down every time. This is another new blog you want to keep visiting.

LauraLee's LifeSong
http://lovinthearts.blogspot.com/
Laura is a faithful commenter here, but she is a friend most of all. You can also find her at http://www.faithwriters.com/ and http://www.godlinked.com/

Noelle and Friends Are Christian Women Take Root And Write!http://www.takerootandwrite.com/
July 7 is the Open House, I sure hope you'll bookmark this site and visit daily. I can't even begin to tell you all the different topics and writers that will be a part of this, but what an encouragement this will be. You will see familiar names on this site, including:

Jennifer @ Zephaniah Way
http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Zephaniahway Her energy, wisdom and grace amaze me. I simply can't wait for her Take Root column called "Marriage At a Distance". If you have a spouse in the military or in a job that takes them far away often, her column is a must read.

Patty @Patterings, Home of Fiction Friday Meme
http://pattywysong.blogspot.com/
Patty is another friend from http://www.faithwriters.com and http://www.godlinked.com/. She is such an encourager and I love her writing. You should participate in Fiction Friday. It's a blast.

Josh is doing an amazing verse by verse study on the Book of James
http://joshjanoski.blogspot.com/
Josh jumped right in at http://www.faithwriters.com and http://www.godlinked.com/ and I can't imagine either place without him. A true light for Christ. Take a peek at his blogroll on the right as he offers even more blogs that are worth a look as well.

Life As a Christian Womanhttp://lifeasachristianwoman.com/
I had trouble getting the blog directly just now but I am SO glad this is in my inbox. I really enjoy this blog.

Tamara @ Rocky Mountain Writer
http://www.rockymountainwriter.com/blog.htm
She's also a blogger over at http://christianwritersforum.com/Blog/ and her writing is so insightful. She puts her heart out there and I'm a better person because of it.

The Cantrell Family
http://www.catecantrell.blogspot.com/
Recently I learned of this family through a prayer e mail notification. I have never met them, I do not know them. But this is the blogging community at its best when this family is whirling with mixed emotions and loss. While you pray for this family, could you please pray for K and A and their families as well? They are the first prayer situation that then led me to learn about the Cantrells'. K and A have Friday on their hearts, and peace is the best thing you could pray.

Bloggy Tutorials and More
http://www.splitdecisionz.com/search/label/Tutorials

The Place to Go for All Bloggy Info for Women and Moms:http://www.5minutesformom.com/

Don't Forget Kim, Maria and Me
http://thenarrowgateinvites.blogspot.com/
If you have't checked this blog out, please do. I still grin when I look at the CBS embedded video on the right sidebar that goes with Maria's blogging. That's all I'm saying, but visit our blog and you'll know why I smile. Her story has such an impact I hope to blog about it over at http://www.christianwritersforum.com/Blog

I could go on and on but these are ones that have my attention at this moment. I hope you check them out. Tomorrow is Fiction Friday, yay!

My Poor Man's Version of Favorite Things

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 14:00:00 +0000

I love giving things away. I'm so good at it I confessed to my cousin I had to go to a thrift store to most likely purchase my own jeans back. As a stay at home mom, it's hard to gift folks with things like I want.

Short of it is---I'm not Oprah.

There are a couple things coming up this summer where I'd like to do a give away to celebrate, so please stay tuned as I think on it. I'm tentatively thinking on a drawing in July to celebrate the http://www.takerootandwrite.com/ open house where I'd love readers to flock to the site and check out all the great authors. That one might be a box of books giveaway type deal because I do have some summer reads, including autographed books. More to come on that one.

Also, in the next week or so I'll also be part of Kimberly Stuart's blog tour here and I'll have one book to give away as well. The book is called Act Two: A Novel in Perfect Pitch . Stay tuned.

But before the giving starts, I'll at least give you the I'm not Oprah version of favorite things. How does it go? I just list stuff I like. You read it. That's it!

A Summer and Then Some List of My favorite Things:

Fast Foodish Lunch:
Chik Fil A chicken salad sandwich. Finish with a mocha carmel shake (or something like that, it's GOOD)

Best Deal I've Seen in Awhile:
Subways $5 sub deal is from what I read, a permanent fixture on their menu. You can get one and split with someone, save the rest for later, or gobble the whole thing at once. Whatever you do, it's a good deal. I'm partial to the roast chicken sub.

Favorite version of the National Anthem:
In July 1986 ABC phone lines were jammed after they played her version of the National Anthem and yep, I cry every time. I'm not sure how to find it , I purchased a CD with the single on it, I think, years ago. However, Sandi Patty's story is a complex and emotional one. I need to get my hands on her new book. I saw her last year at Women of Faith and her testimony is amazing and it isn't because she has a perfect life, but an obedient one. Could you ever write a song and perform it for the memory of my husband's ex wife? Her site is worth checking out too. http://www.sandipatty.com/

Favorite Summer Movie:
I have no idea what, if any movies I'll see this summer. I don't get to a theater often. Summer movies I remember from the years gone by are Independence Day (maybe a bit over the top now but when it was released, I was glued to the screen), Twister (The Helen Hunt one that looks fake now but still, I was mesmerized), Return to Me (one of the best movies I will ever see but about a ten tissue movie). And because most of you are parents, let's throw in High School Musical. I remember watching the second one last year. I'd recommend it over Grease I was begging my mom to let me watch at a too young age!

Favorite Music:
If you like a big band feel, it has to be Denver and the Mile High Orchestra. They were on the band edition of American Idol and came in third. I've been at their concerts and they literally shake the place. Their Christmas concert can't be beat.

If you are stuck in the kid music prison, let me give you a key to freedom. http://www.gofishguys.com/. They truly create music for kids of all ages that won't drive parents crazy. If they are appearing near you, GO. Next to giving birth, attending that concert with the kids was the happiest time of my life with them. Yes, really.

Favorite Summer Drink:
The brands may vary but I have never enjoyed tea. Last summer my husband bought peach tea. I loved it. This year we stumbled on rasberry tea. I believe we get a generic Crystal Light version but who knew I'd ever like tea?

Favorite Book Series:
Especially for the summer, I don't want to think too much and I want to escape and be entertained by a name that doesn't have Harlequin in it. Two years ago I got my hands on Stephen Bly's Horse Dream Series. Captivated doesn't give this series enough justice. I absolutely fell in love with the characters, setting, plot, everything. Get this, in real life, I don't even really care for horses, THAT is how hooked I was. http://www.blybooks.com/ A very close second to Tracey Bateman's Leave it to Claire series. http://www.stevelaube.com/authors/traceybateman.htm I have a feeling once the series is finished, Camy Tang's work will be next. If you want suspense, any of Brandilyn Collins' series would do the trick. http://www.brandilyncollins.com/

Favorite Vacation Area:
Especially if you are on the East Coast and watching your gas budget, I recommend the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon. For us, we go camping at http://www.bucktailcamping.com/ and check out nearby AnimalLand and the scenic train ride
. Other places you could incorporate are Corning Museum of Glass, Rockwell Museum, area wineries, Watkins Glen, Ithaca...the Finger Lakes are rich with thing to do and see.

Favorite Ice Cream Place:
This is tough! In Watkins Glen, NY there is a place called the Great Escape, you can't miss it. In Big Flats, NY there is a beloved place called The Barn. I have no idea if they are still in business for what a friendly place with amazing ice cream. For your chain store ice cream, I enjoy Dairy Queen's peanut butter parfait, with chocolate ice cream of course.

Favorite Sound:
Kids splashing and giggling in the pool. Our new doggie barking in play.

Favorite Scent:
Lilacs might not qualify for summer, but still. Roses. Freshly cut grass.

Favorite Lazy Moment:
Getting on a pool recliner and resting or reading. Wear sunscreen of course!

Favorite Radio Station to Listen to During that Lazy Moment:I can only get it on the internet but it's so worth it. http://www.fln.org/

How about you? What are some of your favorite things?

Like I said, stay tuned as I am thinking on a book give away or two.

Also, tomorrow I'll do a version of my Favorite blogs. There are new ones out there I don't want you to miss.

Enjoy!

Celebrating the Fourth A Little Early

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 19:39:00 +0000

Who is in a panic when they read the following statement: Next week is July 4th!!!!
I love the day and that it's summer, but where is time going??

I'm a patriotic person (I'm the one who tears up during Neil Diamond's America during the Olympics) and from Desert Storm in the early 1990's to the war in Iraq, I signed on to be a pen pal to encourage soliders. This has been an amazing experience and truly takes such little time for the effort these brave folks give. One pen pal actually sent my husband and I a gift for our first baby.

I learned this week that our current solider's platoon is on the way home. What good news for him and his family! I'm now in the process of signing on again, and this time I'm strongly considering writing an entire platoon. It just seems like the right thing to do, you know?

If you have a heart for the military, consider Adopt a Platoon.http://www.adoptaplatoon.org/new/index.htm

After completing an application and making sure you are a good fit through a phone call check, you can either send packages or be a pen pal, or both. There are many ongoing campaigns for supplies or resources the troops could use, and the website and newsletter do a great job keeping supporters informed.

Next week when you are eating that burned hot dog and swatting away flies, think about those who embody freedom, sadly at times with their lives. I love this organization, and I hope you do too!

Also, did you notice the blogger header (for non tech people like me, the picture at the top where the title goes, ha ha) changed yet again? My thanks to Noelle at http://www.takerootandwrite.com/. The picture brilliantly captures what I think a person in the process of surrender looks like. Just so you know, that is always me. I wish I looked like that, but I can say I truly will never be surrendered. There is always something God's working on with me!

On the right of the blog is where you can copy and paste the Surrendered Scribe badge into your blog as well. Again, my thanks to Noelle. It's an Extreme online Julie makeover, ha ha.

Mark your calendars for July 7. This is the open house for http://takerootandwrite.com/. My monthly column on surrender will be at this site, but there is so much more over there, you just have to check it out. I can't think of a topic pertinent to women that isn't going to be covered by a Christian woman.

(Ribbon and eagle/flag images from Ace-Clipart.com)

Something Good: My Protector

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 00:38:00 +0000

The ladies over at http://inpraiseofhusbands.blogspot.com/ ask: How does your husband protect you?

I confess this is a tough one to answer because I get in the way. I am too independent at times and I think I'm helping by taking care of things by myself. I rob him of the opportunity, but he is definitely protective. You might not see it in person when you come after me in one way or another, but trust me, he's watching and praying.

Here are examples I can think of:

A general one---I had a bunch of calls to make and I look and there is a voicemail from him. He made the calls for me, knowing I was on the road most of the day. He protected all of us because when I'm overstressed, it's never pretty.

A specific one I'll keep general---there was someone legitimately frustrated with a situation I was not a part of but observing from afar. That person went over their limit and expressed their frustration to many people involved, as well as me. By God's grace, I saw through the direct hit aimed at me and knew it was someone just exasperated and in need of encouragement. My husband was very hurt for me and we really had to pray it out because he wasn't positive he could face that person with love, and it was a must.

Other times---I believe there is an electronics store with the initials RS that treats women customers different than men. As in I'm an idiot although I have the same exact question he does. Although most of the time he thinks I'm nuts, he will go in and do my business for me. Once because I was so bent on proving my theory he even went along with my little dramatization and guess what? He got the better treatment. Yea, you know who you are...

When the kids are dis respecting me he will speak up and let them know there will never be a circumstance when it is acceptable to badmouth me. My heart soars to know he places me highly on his list.

Pregnancy. We were an infertility couple so when we were finally pregnant, he was like my bodyguard. I have personal space issues anyway so when a foreign hand that wasn't his tried to reach for my belly, he was right there. My first delivery was over 20 hours with back labor. The IV person blew up my hand and my husband was all over that. When by my order I asked that no one visit except him after the emergency c section (and I'm sorry, but I really needed a break and I meant no one) he took the heat for that (and still does).

Just so you don't think we are the perfect family (I laugh as I type) we are waiting for the police to come. (You hear that Law and Order sound, don't you?)

Mother's Day weekend his car was broken into and it was not a fun weekend as we waited on work reprecussions as his work laptop was gone. We went back and forth after all worked out on whether we should report it. A praying friend convicted me to do so through her faith, so today I did. Of course I was clueless on serial numbers, etc...so they politely asked if they could visit our house when my husband was home.

As we are waiting our son was going over verses and the ten commandments he wants to memorize for VBS tomorrow. He couldn't remember commandment #8. Here is how our conversation went:

ME---"Well, think on why the police are coming."

SON---"Murder?"

Despite that assumption from an almost ten year old, my husband is a great protector.

Let's "Paws" for a Garage Envy Update

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 22:14:00 +0000

Since the beginning, I've confessed my ongoing longing for a different house with a two car attached garage. This is what we had in upstate NY and that is one "thing" I was apparently attached to, pardon the pun.

Last year my longing became an idol. We had neighbors that were so loud you could hear their TV word for word way past 3am every night, even in winter with windows closed. They didn't talk with each other, they yelled, even inside. There were a couple instances where their visitors were angry and questionable with their motives.

If only I had a two car attached garage to hide in!

At the same time I was dealing with fun hormone stuff so my anxiety over all the noise and my fear over who might threaten that family next (and get the wrong house) went through the roof. Yet the economy wasn't very cooperative with my "we need to move this second" announcement.

So I prayed. Ok, I cried a lot too, but I prayed. I prayed things would change quickly for the better, even if it meant we were to stay.

A few months ago, this family abruptly moved out.

I still longed for my garage. Why? Because I was paralyzed by the fear a family even worse in my quest for peace would barge in.

The house remained vacant. God gently asked would I trust Him on this. I so desperately wanted to, but my escape hatch to that fantasy house with an attached garage remained.

Last month a moving van pulled up. I broke into a sweat. My husband needed out of our driveway and the moving van was blocking the way. I immediately thought the worst, even though reality was our street has no street parking and there really wasn't room between street boundaries, their vehicles and the van. My husband met the new person and her two dogs.

My stomach dropped. I have bionic hearing. I can truly hear a dog barking miles away, another anxiety trigger. The kids met the dogs and loved them.

God asked me to trust Him. I made a batch of cookies for both sets of neighbors, including the new. In a week's time I noticed something.

Blissful silence. Even her dogs are quiet.

I introduced myself and she is a kind person with amazing dogs.

Her dog situation is so tranquil God broke my heart for something my family asked me to consider for a long time: a small dog of our own.

With baby steps, I specifically told God all my fears and desires for this small dog.

Thursday we received a call on a dog lead. This dog ended up being the exact gender, age, breed and size I had been praying for. His personality is a perfect mix of our homebody but goofy family. At the time I was driving 300 miles back home with two kids. Anxiety time.

The trip to visit the dog? A mere five miles out of my way. The price of the dog?

Free, with a promise to neuter (I'm now praying on a good vet fit and price).

Guess who the first person to locally congratulate us was?

Our new neighbor.

Guess what else?

I don't even look for other homes and their two car attached garages anymore.

God gave me peace, but He also lavished me with contentment in what I have (and don't). To put a (!) to the story, the house I would always drive by and drool over because it was big, nice yard, pond, dog house, and yes, the two car attached garage is for sale. It is vacant. It doesn't look so nice anymore. With all the rain, their side yard isn't the one with the pond, no that's the other side. That side yard is a lake.

God showed me my fantasy was a mirage, and His reality is an answer to prayer.He is good, isn't He?

Here is a picture of our new addition: Cocoa.

Something Good: Honor

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 04:00:00 +0000

This comes from http://inpraiseofhusbands.blogspot.com/2008/06/honoring-your-man.html
Our topic is a few days late this week, but for a great cause: the two women who run this site were vacationing together! :) Anyway, if you can remember back this far, tell us how you honored your husband last Sunday for Father's Day.

Well this is going to sound real great, but I honored my husband by being 300 miles away from him on Father's Day. It wasn't easy and he was on my mind the whole day.

You see, each year I go back to our hometown to deliver a presentation on behalf of my side of the family and then I visit family and friends. This year I strongly felt I was supposed to stay longer than I had before, ten days. It was with his blessing and full support I did this.

Before leaving, we got him small gifts (we really celebrated Father's Day in May when he got a new golf bag!) and made cards, and went out to dinner. The actual day I felt honored when at the church we used to attend before our move, the pastor asked if there was any woman, maybe with a son, who could pray a blessing over the dads.

For all the guilt I felt for being away, I felt "that burn in my belly" to pray over the congregation. It was convenient in a way to do, because the father of our kids was in another state. I totally felt God's words pour out of me as I was able to affirm their "wild at heart" that they are a man God designed to get the job done for the family they are a part of. That there will be abundance and no need for fear to provide, the Lord cares. That these men will hunger to seek Him first above all.

By the time I got to my in-laws, my husband was already on the phone calling to wish his dad a Happy Father's Day and check on us. He was anxious to hear how church went. I explained the prayer and the testimony regarding how we left and what God did with our surrendered obedience (even though scared to death). I told him how sorry I was he couldn't be there. He said something like,

"You have to be. I know there is a God reason you are meant to be there instead of here with me. And just listening, I can tell God is using you mightily."

All those ten days the word that came pouring back was honor. I wish I could say I honored my husband the entire time, but we only spoke by phone each day. But I honored a dad who is no longer here, a mom who is on her own, and other family and friends who needed an encouragement or information that from personal experience (usually adversity), we were able to give.

We came back today and I saw all he accomplished while we were away. The pool is sparkling clean and he got me a pool recliner (I'm thinking that will happen when the 4 year old naps). He fixed the garbage disposal and I know it was a job he was dreading (can you blame him?) So I made sure amidst my exhaustion and crazy tired hormones I verbally said,

"I so appreciate the sacrifices you made these last ten days, especially letting us go for such a time and fixing the disposal. You truly are the man."

Do you have something good to share?

Fiction Friday: I Read

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 13:00:00 +0000

I'm traveling today so I put this together ahead of time and hopefully will link to Patty's blog and read other stories as well soon. This is great fun not just to participate in, but read everyone else's too. Join the fun!

Today's piece was from a FaithWriters challenge. June reminds me of weddings and romance. I remember years ago reading an account from Laura Bush about her first meeting the Bush family, well known for their love of sports and competitive nature. From that two word quote she gave them for real, I made a real work of fiction. I hope you enjoy.

I Read
by Julie Arduini
5/18/2007 / Short Stories

"You're not going to wear those shoes, are you?"

I look down at my flat, taupe granny shoes. I know what my college age sister is thinking of me. I'm thirty years old about to meet my boyfriend's family, and I stay sensible.

"If there is one evening I want to be comfortable, this is it."

Tracy puts her hands on her hips and makes a sweeping disapproval of my look. It's what I wear at the library: black dress pants, stockings, granny shoes, solid red shell accessorized with my gold necklace adorned with little book charms. Greg loves me for who I am. A quiet librarian with sensible shoes. What family wouldn't embrace a reader into her son's life?

Tracy at least gets me to bring a floral arrangement out of mom and dad's garden. Although we can't pick a dandelion from an azalea, mom and dad are local senior center garden winners.

Greg Worthington is the one. Neither of us was looking for love when we separately went to a friend's barbeque. I watched him play basketball and liked his fun attitude. He strolled up to me with the basketball and a goofy grin.

"John said you work at the library. I think you can make a lot of noise on the basketball court. "

I take the ball and look him straight in the eye. When I'm nervous, I can get sarcastic. It's a habit, and God's working on me. That night, I couldn't help it. I made noise on the court all right, I played like a librarian. I slowly dribbled and shouted out every basketball fact I knew. I had the ball four full minutes. Greg was laughing so hard I knew he was interested.

He gave sparse info on the family but the library is again my resource. The Worthingtons' are wealthy. Greg's grandfather founded one of the first cable companies. Greg has an older brother Geoff and a younger sister Ginger. Greg's mom and dad are active in church, charity and anything competitive. That's what I got out of Greg.

Their summer abode is lakefront with all the outdoor fun: pontoon boat, jet skis, tubing, fishing boat, gazebo, and beautiful deck. The yard area is spacious. I see croquet in the side yard and the family is tossing the football as I drive in. Greg smiles and jogs up. I realize my palms are wet. I'm afraid if I touch the flowers they will wilt from a chemical reaction.

"Lauren you're here, good!"

He opens my door and I swing out. He notices my shoes.

"The library shoes? Honey we're at the lake. I guess I thought you knew that meant."

Greg is cut off by a booming voice of authority shouting a warning,

"Heads up Gregory, I want to see how this girl can catch!"

Brown pig skin comes flying right at me. I scream and of course miss the football. It lands with a thud on my flowers. Greg quickly looks at the horror on my face and grabs the ball.

"Hey dad, give us a longer warning next time. Say Geoff, catch!"

The ball goes sailing over my head to a guy built just like Greg. I feel my knees trembling. I belong in this family like a mouse belongs with a herd of elephants!

Greg gives me a hug and picks up the tousled flowers. By now the family is at our side. I'm hugged, kissed, tapped, high fived, and verbally welcomed. Ginger holds out a tennis racket.

"You play? Oh wait, I guess you can't in those shoes."

Disappointment fills her voice. Mrs. Worthington puts her arm around me and leads me to the deck.

"Now you all scoot. I want to get to know Lauren better. I'll let you know when dinner is ready."

Greg looks for permission to get back to the ball. I nervously nod. His mom seems harmless. She sits across from me and just sighs.

"Lauren it's a pleasure to meet you. You're the first girl Greg has ever brought home. Did you know that? Now, you've seen us with the football and that we like swimming and boating and tennis and croquet, what dear, is it that you do?"

Sweet as the bees going for the flowers, Mrs. Worthington is sizing me up. My answer is immediate but confident.

"I read."

Her cackle echoes over the waters.

"You're going to do just fine Lauren. Welcome to the family."

Julie Arduini, http://thesurrenderedscribe.blogspot.com/, is devoted to writing for Christ in ways that encourage and inspire. Happily married to Tom, they have two children.

@2008 by Julie Arduini

Article Source: FaithWriters.com http://www.faithwriters.com and FaithReaders.com http://www.faithreaders.com

Coming Soon...

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 14:00:00 +0000

As I wrap up traveling, I wanted to give you another thing to look at here on the right sidebar and tease you on upcoming posts you can look for right here.

On the right I added a link to all the chapters I summarized regarding the John and Stasi Eldredge book, Captivating. You know this book changed and is changing still, my life. I summarized each chapter but please, get the book. It is amazing.

Coming soon...

Fiction Friday! June is about weddings and romance so I went with a short quote from real life and went over board in fiction. Come back Friday to see!

Garage Envy Update! Regular readers know my confession that I idolized a house, ANY house, that had a two car attached garage. This is something we gave up in NY, and I've spent most of my time in Ohio wanting it back. I have an update but of course, it's....Coming Soon!

Taking the Plunge! We want to add to our family. How are we going to do this? Will it be a good choice? Have we picked out names? A ha, you are going crazy wondering, aren't you? Well, you'll have to wait. The full update is yep, Coming Soon!

Thanks for reading. I really appreciate you.

Read All About It!

noreply@blogger.com (The Surrendered Scribe) — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:23:00 +0000

If you receive the e mail version of this blog, I encourage you every once in awhile to click on the actual blog as the sidebar has interesting writing and encouraging links to marriage and other important issues. One of the sidebar issues is the above book: Jan Ross and Jeanice McDade's Women of Passions: Ordinary Women Serving an Extraordinary God. I'm quite excited about this release and not just because two of my works are featured. Two dear friends are in there as well. I have a feeling other writer friends are included too, I just don't have the full list of contributing writers as this point. So if you are featured, leave a comment so readers will know you're involved as well. For now, I'll brag on:

Holly and Maria. Both girls have I believe their first work published in a book through this venture. Holly is a frequent reader and commenter here, and she also lent her voice here last month http://thesurrenderedscribe.blogspot.com/2008/05/voice-of-wonder-holly-hrywnak.html.

Maria is my sista over at http://thenarrowgateinvites.blogspot.com/ and has a tremendous heart for encouraging special needs families. Visit the Narrow Gate and on our sidebar over there, you'll see all Maria does. She too lent her voice here, did you miss it? http://thesurrenderedscribe.blogspot.com/2008/05/voice-of-childs-heart-maria-spencer.html.

Jan and Jeanice worked hard to see this book from vision to reality and they are really receiving God's favor with it. I strongly encourage you to read more about it and purchase this one for your shelf. Here's how:
http://www.xulonpress.com/book_detail.php?id=5815#
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UPDATE: I was researching something completely different and came across the latest issue of Jan and Jeanice's ministry newsletter, Heart of God International, JournEzine. Two of my stories are in their Father's Day Edition. Check out everyone's work at http://journezine.com/Jun08/tabid/1630/Default.aspx

Speaking of Shelf, if you are not a member of http://www.shelfari.com/ and you love to read, well you must check it out. Again, this is something you can see on the right sidebar of my blog. You will always know what I'm reading by looking at my bookshelf on the blog, but there is so much more to Shelfari than that. You can read and write reviews, keep track of what books you own, wish to own, plan to read, have read. Your shelf helps other readers find books too. I've met authors at Shelfari as well. I have new friends and joined groups. Now is a perfect time because the Shelfari crew re designed the site and it is amazing. If you are an author I know that reviews are great marketing for you and most go to Amazon. I confess all my reviews from authors who have helped me out are over at Shelfari. I know I should go over to Amazon but honestly, Shelfari is like Wal Mart, I can get everything done over there and it just looks NICE. Like I want to run to the library nice. Check it out!

Lastly, on the right are so many buttons to issues, blog themes, etc...but today I want to feature http://www.internetcafedevotions.com/. I've been a fan of Christian Women Online magazine for quite sometime (again, the bottom of this blog will take you there) but really never took the time to read additional features. When I re designed the blog last month I looked for new things that would look nice and be in line with my interests. I signed up for the Internet Cafe Devotions to be sent to my in box and I LOVE it. These are blogging ladies who have a heart for God but are real. I can relate to what they share, and my day is so much better because of reading their work. Their devotions are similar to what Maria, Kim and I do over at the Narrow Gate, so if you like that, go, go, go to the Internet Cafe.

As a P.S. if you are a new reader here, thanks! I want to give another plug to Lori Wagner and her book, Quilting Patches of Life. My story, Buzzard's Roost, is in this work about the unique ways God speaks. Lori took each story and attached a quilting pattern to it, giving it a title and a background that wove so well into each story. This is such a quality work. I've had many folks say this truly was an inspiring book that changed them. You too can find out for yourself by reading about it and purchasing at: http://www.affirmingfaith.com/quiltingpatchesoflife.html