Monday, December 26, 2011

Christmas Day Reflections

Kissing the Face of God

I was up at 4:30 this morning.  There was still so much to do to finish getting ready for today.  This was the day we celebrated the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 

Family prayer was said.  A sweet peaceful calm filled the air.  The family worked together to help bring the final the final preparations together for this very special day.  The children even cooperated with the least resistance in helping with small tasks.  Even though it was Scott's turn to do the dishes, his mother did them as a Christmas present to him.  Luis took out both the garbage AND the recyclables.  Everyone pitched in to straighten up the front of the house.  What a pleasant, wonderful morning!!
A lot of preparation for today had been done yesterday but there was still a lot to do.  The missionaries were coming for dinner-both sets. 
The aroma of turkey and dressing permeated the air along with fresh green beans, red potatoes and ham.  A fresh ham, with carrots and potatoes would soon follow.  Yams, deviled eggs, guava paste and cheese, pineapple upside down cake, pumpkin and apple pie and a missionary favorite-no bake chocolate cookies.  What I was waiting for was the delicious aroma of yeast rolls baking in the oven.  They would be the last thing was baked so they would be hot and buttery when served. 
At the moment, all is quiet, all is calm and all smells of delicious Christmas fragrances.
The missionaries are here and as is usual, we are running a little behind.  Thank goodness for ordure’s. We sit, chat and joke for a few minutes and then my husband calls for us to gather for the blessing.  He blesses the food and everyone sits at the table for dinner.  Even with two table leaves, the table is not big enough for all of us.  John and I sit in the living room and eat and enjoy watching the camaraderie at the table.  Our grandsons are enjoying the company of the missionaries.  Now whether the missionaries are enjoying the pretty sad jokes of a 16 year old could be questioned but they are polite and laugh at them anyway.  I really enjoy having them in my home. 
After dinner, we invite them back into the living room to watch the Mormon Tabernacle Choirs' Christmas concert which we recorded especially for them.  John turns it on and after 2 minutes, realizes it stopped recording.   Bummer.  Well, plan B comes into play.  Out come the church videos and the missionaries pick one they can watch.  With cookies and cake in hand, we settle in to watch The Testaments a great movie, but longer than trying to read Alma. 
As I have never seen it all the way through, the ending was worth the watch-Jesus visiting the people on the American continent and Helaman after years of faithfulness  preaching the coming of the Son of God-being able to see Christ after being healed by Jesus.  If you haven't had a chance to see this movie, please watch it and make sure you have tissues for the ending because I guarantee you will need them.
It was time for the missionaries to leave.  They made take-home plates of leftovers and goodies, grabbed their back packs and loaded up to leave, but not before writing down the name of an church video I have to see if they could come over on their next P-Day for lunch and watch it.
After leaving, the entire family all pitched in and did clean up.  Of course, we cooked way too much as usual.  Not to worry, we will take it over tomorrow and have lunch with our daughters who moved yesterday and will need something to eat. 
As we cleaned we talked about the day, the time spent with missionaries and how great it felt to spend the day quietly worshipping our Savior and thanking Him for the great gift and selfless sacrifice He gave to us.
"No greater gift hath man...”
What better way to spend Christmas Day?

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Pretending You Are Mine



Pretending You Are Mine
Book One in the "Patriots Saga"
by
Marie Higgins


     Mercedes Maxwell and Katherine Braxton are identical twins.  One sweet, gentle, kind, and loving.  The other evil, sadistic, coniving, self-serving and insane. 
     When Katherine dies in and insane asylum, Mercedes is heartbroken and angry.  Katherine has told her about William Braxron and the horrific husband he has been to her and his children; that she believes him to be a traitor to the crown and has made Mercedes promise to seek justice for and prove her right.
     Mystery, intrique,murder, love, family, freedom, lust...the unknown.  This book has a bit of everything and will keep you page turning to answer question after question.  Follow Mercedes, William, little James, Lizzy, Matthew and others and see how each learns about true love, trust, freedoms worth, family. 
     I enjoyed this book immensely.  Each book of Marie's that I read is better than the last. I recommend this book to young adults and older who enjoy historical mystery, intrigue, fight for freedom, clean romance.  This is the book for you.

 
About the Author
I'm a mother and grandmother and wife. I work full time for the state of Utah. I write full time. I love my religion!  My interests are writing romance, reading romance
and going to church. Spending time with my family and grandkids is a MUST!


Please email me with any questions or suggestions. I'd love to hear from you! mariehiggins84302@yahoo.com

Copyright ©2011 by Marie Higgins
Cover Design by Marie Higgins


Look for more of Marie Higgins’ books on Kindle . . .
―Pretending You Are Mine‖ – Colonial Romance (book one in Patriot‘s Saga)
―Falling In Love Again‖ – Colonial Romance (book two in Patriot‘s Saga)
―The Sweetest Kiss‖ – Regency-set Romance
―Secrets After Dark‖ – Historical Paranormal / Suspense (coming soon)
―Winning Mr. Wrong‖ – Romantic Comedy
―Heart of a Hero‖ – Historical Romance
―Hearts Through Time‖ – Paranormal / Time-travel Romance
―It Must Have Been The Mistletoe‖ – Contemporary Romance (short story

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Bailey's Book of ranDOMness



Bailey's Book of ranDOMness
by
Bailey Adams


Is today the tomorrow you worried about yesterday?
Once my gerbil was picking his nose!
When life gives you lemons, do the impossible. Make root beer!
I want popcorn off an apricot tree!
I wish I had bacon scented deodorant!
The truth is everything looks and taste better when it's not yours!


These are some random thoughts from the new book written by 14 year old Bailey Adams daughter of J. Adams.  Bailey attended a teen writer's conference with her mother this year and came away determined to write a book of her own.  Spending the next few months, she wrote down some random thoughts and came up with 95. She drew some of the most adorable stick figures and with the help of her dad who edited and set it up for her, she came up with this cute and adorable book of random thoughts.
I loved this little book and read some of the thoughts to my oldest daughter who thought they were funny, cute, adorable, and so sweet.  They reminded me of some of the things my grandchildren come up with that make me want to write. 
If you want a short read with some refreshing thoughts through the eyes of a young person, then this is the book for you.
I would recommend it to all ages.


Copyright © 2011 Bailey Adams
 Illustrations by Bailey Adams
Jewel of the West Publishing


About Bailey
Bailey is 14 years old and lives in West Point, Utah
She would love to hear from you!
BG96321@gmail.com

Adams, Bailey (2011-11-12). Bailey's Book of Randomness (Kindle Locations 162-163). Jewel of the West. Kindle Edition.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

That Kind of Love


That Kind of Love
A Legacy Novella
by
J. Adams

Cisely and Adagio St. John are back, but not like you think.
     Evangeline Patton is a beautiful young blind black girl who was adopted by wealthy parents who thought more of how they could use her for their gain rather than loving her for her.  Using her as a pawn in a merger to create a bigger empire for themselves and she wonders what her real worth, if any, is to them.  Now that her finacee in an arranged marriage has died she is free to choose what she is going to do with her life.  A choice that angers her abusive father beyond anything she ever could ever imagined.  All she knows is she wants someone to love and someone who loves her and values her for what she is worth.
     Dagio(Adagio) St. John III, is burying his grandparents, Cisely and Adagio St. John, who have died within months of each other.  His parents have urged him for years to marry, but he wants the kind of love and marriage his grandparents had; the kind of marriage his grandparents always encouraged him to find.  "Never settle" was their counsel to him.   He vowed he never would.
     Would Dagio find the same kind of love as Cisely and Adagio?  Would Evangeline find the love and self worth she desperately sought and needed?
     I really did enjoyed this book.  The use of Cisely and Adagio's diaries made me want to continue reading without putting the book down.  I love reading old diaries and this made the book more intriguing for me.
     I recommend this book to young adults and all who are young at heart and remember what falling in love is all about. 


This book furnished for review at no compensation by J. Adams.

Copyright © 2011 Jewel of the West
All Rights Reserved.


Jewel loves hearing from her fans, so if you would like to contact her to tell her how much you love her books or give her sympathy for the fried brain, or suggestions for the hair loss problem (for her husband, of course) contact her at jewela40@gmail.com

Website: JewelAdams.com
Blog: jewelsbestgems.blogspot.com


Other books by J. Adams
Guardian of My Heart
The Legacy
The Wishing Hour
Tears of Heaven
Place in This World
The Journey
Against the Odds
Mercedes' Mountain
That Kind of Love
EbooksThe Wishing Hour
The Legacy
Tears of Heaven
Place In This World: The Sequel to The Journey
The Journey
Mercedes' Mountain
For Love of Angel (PDF only)
Elise's Heart (PDF only)
The Shelter of His Arms
What the Heart Sees
Still His Woman-Against the Odds Novelette
That Kind of Love
Children's BookForbidden Portals: The Quicksilver Project

All Books Are Also Available in Kindle and Nook Versions (Elise's Heart and Mercedes' Mountain excluded

Still His Woman - An Against the Odds Novelette is available in Kindle format on Amazon! The paperback will be available in a couple of weeks:-)
 

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Tiny Angel Hands


Tiny Angel Hands 

As my one year old granddaughter lays in my arms drinking her afternoon bottle and getting ready for her nap, she reaches up and lays her tiny, precious little hand against my face and gently pulls my head down to meet hers. I sigh a sigh of complete restful contentment and feel a love that is like no other.  It suddenly comes to me that this tiny, precious little hand gently pulling me close to her and the love I feel must be like the love Christ feels for us when we pull him close to us.  It was like being enfolded in the warmth of his loving arms; of feeling the peace and safety that comes when we lay our burdens at His feet and allow Him to carry us.  The words from a hymn "Where Can I Turn for Peace" come to mind:

Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand?
He, only One. 

Where is that quiet hand? Who can understand?  How can we feel that complete, restful contentment and a love that is like no other?  By turning to Christ in our times of joy, happiness, trials and tribulations. What better feeling than a tiny precious little hand pulling you close.        

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Still His Woman An Against the Odds Novelette



Still His Woman
An Against the Odds Novelette
by
J. Adams

     Remember Raine and Hayden from Againt the Odds?   Well, they are back by popular demand.  In Against the Odds, Raine had left a marriage where she was married to a man who could give her the world. but didn't really love her.  He only wanted her for her beauty and what she could bring to him in appearance only.  He was abusive and possive.  He made Raine feel worthless.  She wanted more and so she left him and moved to a ranch with some wonderful friends looking for more.  Looking for her worth.  Her she met Hayden McKade. For him it was love at first sight.  It was just winning her over.  In the end he did.  He helped her find her worth and true beauty  Now they are back in the sequel "Still His Woman". 
     

 Raine and Hayden have been married for several years now.  They have two children, a son and a daughter.  However, tragedy in it's own form has come into Raine's life and once again she feels worthless and feels she has let Hayden down.  See how a near rape, meeting a 17 year old girl and  "The Sound of Music" change   Raine's life once againand helps her find her worth, her true worth, how God has had a plan of His own in motion for her all this time and just how much Hayden truly loves her and that love is definelty unconditional.
    

This was a wonderful sequel and short read.  I read it twice.  I recommend this book to anyone who is looking for a good clean romance.  Be prepared to have a box of tissues.  This sequel will make you feel a touch of anger,  unbound compassion, true grief, and a heart full of love. If you read "Against the Odds", then this is a must read.  Good job once again Jewel.

This book furnished for review at no compensation by J. Adams.

Copyright © 2011 Jewel of the West
All Rights Reserved.


Jewel loves hearing from her fans, so if you would like to contact her to tell her how much you love her books or give her sympathy for the fried brain, or suggestions for the hair loss problem (for her husband, of course) contact her at jewela40@gmail.com

Website: JewelAdams.com
Blog: jewelsbestgems.blogspot.com


Other books by J. Adams
Guardian of My Heart
The Legacy
The Wishing Hour
Tears of Heaven
Place in This World
The Journey
Against the Odds
Mercedes' Mountain
Ebooks
The Wishing Hour
The Legacy
Tears of Heaven
Place In This World: The Sequel to The Journey
The Journey
Mercedes' Mountain
For Love of Angel (PDF only)
Elise's Heart (PDF only)
The Shelter of His Arms
What the Heart Sees
Still His Woman-Against the Odds Novelette
Children's Book
Forbidden Portals: The Quicksilver Project


All Books Are Also Available in Kindle and Nook Versions (Elise's Heart and Mercedes' Mountain excluded

Still His Woman - An Against the Odds Novelette is available in Kindle format on Amazon! The paperback will be available in a couple of weeks:-)

     

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

ENDURE TO THE END

April and Regan


ENDURING TO THE END
“Wherefore, if ye shall be obedient to the commandments, and endure to the end, ye shall be saved at the last day. And thus it is” (1 Ne. 22:31).
“Be patient in afflictions, for thou shalt have many; but endure them, for, lo, I am with thee, even unto the end of thy days” (D&C 24:8).
     As I was reading my Facebook comments tonight from one of my younger sisters, she had read my blog on mt grandchildren.    I was surprised and more than happy to find out that she was reading my blog.  She has a one year old granddaughter of her own and can I say what a cutie she is.  No bias here just because she's my great-niece.
     I suddenly realized that I had a comment from my sister-in-law.  I don't hear from her very often.  She had apparently read my blog and was letting me know about her granddaughter.  Her little granddaughter has been through quite a bit in the last few months and for somone who is so young. 
     Her mother who is in her very early 30's has just completed chemotherapy and radiation therapy for breast cancer, has sponsored her own team for a cancer walk even though she was not feeling up to it, and just a few weeks ago lost her husband in an automobile accident.  Now she has begun a series of CT scans on her abdomen.  Through it all she has remained cheerful,  happy and very positive.  I watch in awe and wonder at this young woman and all that she has endured and all that she will continue to endure. 
     I was reading a blog on a website called My LDS Life and there was a blog on enduring to the end.  Here is a small excerpt from this blog:

     I propose to you that ‘enduring to the end’ not only means being faithful members of God’s church to the end, but it also means enduring our trials to the end – even if they never go away. Even though some trials don’t go away, we have the opportunity to show our God how well we love Him under every circumstance we encounter.
     It is here where we can focus on strengthening our relationship with God, and then we’ll be able to see how the negatives of our trials can be made into positives. God will show us. It may not be immediate, but the day will come.


Dad, April, Mom
     I believe that my niece has set the example of enduring to the end in the most positive way possible not only to her children, but to those around her as she continues to serve to the best of her ability and strengthens them with her positive attitude as she lives life to it's fullest.    She has a wonderful relationship with her Heavenly Father and this is in part due to her mother and father (my brother) who have been wonderful examples. terrific parents and grandparents. 
     This young woman, my niece, has become a heroine to me, the wind beneath my wings, a magnificent example of enduring to the end.        

Friday, October 14, 2011

GRANDCHILDREN



 As I sit and reflect back over the day, I find that all in all it has been a wonderful day.  It started at 4 o'clock this morning for me.  I woke up and could not go back to sleep.  Since it was so quiet I took this opportunity to read scriptures and have my prayers.  I knew once everyone woke up, it would become hectic and then it would be hard to find the time to do this and then I might not be in the mood.  I really wanted to have the spirit to help me through the day.
     Later in the day I look at my granddaughter who  just turned one the day before as she leans into me and sleeps.  Her face is angelic.   Her eyelashes are so long and beautiful; her cheeks so chubby and round.  She looks so peaceful and content.  I still wonder what she dreams when she is sleeping.   I bend down and kiss her ear and pull her closer to me as my heart fills with so much love for her.
     I look up just in time to see her sister  who is three and the cutest most mischievious little imp.  Her beautiful brown eyes sparkle and her curly brown Shirley Temple curls bounce as she runs back and forth from back door to front door sqealing like a little pig.  When asked to please be quiet so she won't wake her sister, she replies, "I just playin' Grandma, I just playin' ".   Just in time, the calvary comes to the rescue in the form of Aunt Rina and the Sprout channel upstairs.  My heart fills with love for both of them.
     The back door opens and naps come to a rapid end as my new pre-k granddaughter comes running through the back door and Anai with her squeal runs up to her yelling, "Plenelope!" and gives a big hug.  She is so glad to see her cousin.  Penelope returns her hug in kind, throws her back pack to one side. smiles big at me, says, "You sure are pretty today"  and off they go running to play in the front room parking lot (the front door).  As I listen they are playing Beauty Shop.  They have hair pretties and little doll combs and crowns.  Their conversation is what they have heard us say and they are absolutely adorable, but it reminds me of how careful we have to be in what we say around them.  They soak in everything and repeat everything.  They are like little sponges and absorb everything they hear and see.  There is so much love in my heart for these two little girls.
     All of a sudden the front door slams open and in comes a whirl wind of a nine year old boy who always seems to have a look of wonder and surprise on his face.  He is so cute and adorable and even more so now that he wears glasses.  His short curly hair is dark, his eyes a wonderful dark chocolate brown with eyelashes any woman would die for.  He runs over, gives me a kiss, throws down his back pack, runs straight for the bathroom.  Once done, he comes running back and inquires the whereabouts of his mother and bounds up the stairs.  A minutes later, he grabs the front door knob, gives me a somber look and informs me he is going outside, mama said it was okay.  The door slams open and out the door he flies.  What energy!  Oh, to have a thimble full. 
     Not five minutes late again the door slams open and in walks the "I own the world" 15 year grandson.  I get the haughty "I'm home now life can begin." look.  His notebook hits the top of the dining room table with a thud and he heads for the kitchen. (where else?) 
      "What are doing son?" I ask as if I didn't all ready know. 
     No answer.  I repeat my question.  Again no answer.  This time a tad more sharply I ask for the third time "What are you doing!?" 
     I hear him heave a huge sigh of irritation as he gruffly growls, "I'm hungry!"
     "Did you ask?" I reply. 
     We are trying to teach him to ask before he just eats, drinks and does anything.  He feels as if he is an adult and can do anything he wants without having to ask.  A real issue.  Again a big sigh.
      "Can I have something to eat?"
     " Well, it depends.  What is it you want?"
     He tells me and it's a good thing because what he wants belongs to his Aunt Karrie. She would have a cow and a half if he ate what she bought for her diet.  I direct him to something else.  He is happy now.  He fixes himself two sandwiches as he demands a coke.  I tell him what he can drink and gets that.
      As he sits down to eat, he throws me one of his never fail grins.  That with his head full of curly, curly hair surrounding his face, it's no wonder the girls are always calling or texting him.  I am talking a 6'2", blonde haired, blue eyed, built like a football player young man. 
     Once finished eating he comes over, bends down and gives me a huge hug and kiss and says, "I love you Grandma"  then runs upstairs to see if his mother will let him get on the computer. 
Grandchilren!  As onorary as they can be, they will melt your heart with love everytime.  All it takes is a look, a hug, a smile, a "I love you".  With the grace of God, my heart will continue to fill with love for these special children the Lord has brought into my life.  For this I am so thankful.   Yes, it has been a wonderful day!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Gabriel

Stories of the Heart
A Christmas Short Story Collection
by
J. Adams 

A Season of Miracles, Simeon's Hands, A Winter Miracle, and A Most Precious Gift are four of the best Christmas short stories I have read.  From A Season of Miracles with orphaned Elijah who learns about forgiveness and unconditional love, to Simeon's Hands where you will learn about sacrifice, talents, loving one another, and knowing the Savior your heart will be filled.   Then there's A Winter Miracle where Andrew learns from Kenna and Matthew what happens when you make choices good or bad and the consequences, about prayer, listening to the promptings of the Holy Ghost and what a Good Samaritan is and finally, my favorite, A Most Precious Gift, a sweet heartwarming story about Gabriel.  You will learn the true meaning of pure, unselfish Christ-like love. 
Each story reminded me of something special.  A Season of Miracles reminded me of a beautiful song "You're not Alone" by Michael McLean.  You’re not alone, even when you’re feeling on your own, You are loved in ways that can’t be shown; your needs are known;  You’re not alone.  And when you cry, you’re just letting go of heartache deep inside, And tomorrow there’ll be sunshine and sky and love close by; you’re not alone.  And we know that it’s not easy, but we know that it won’t last, ’cause one that loves you more than me is sending blessings fast.  You’re not alone, say it one more time, “I’m not alone,” And even when it’s hard to find the words, our prayers are heard; we’re not alone.  You’re not alone.
Simon's Hands reminded me of the scripture found in 2 Corinthians 9:7. Let each one [give] as he has made up his own mind and purposed in his heart, not reluctantly or sorrowfully or under compulsion, for God loves (He takes pleasure in, prizes above other things, and is unwilling to abandon or to do without) a cheerful (joyous, "prompt to do it") giver [whose heart is in his giving].
A Winter Miracle reminded me of the beautiful story in the scriptures of the Good Samaritan found in Luke 10:20-37.
And finally, A Most Precious Gift can only remind you of the greatest sacrifice of all and the beautiful Primary song "Love One Another".

I recommend this beautiful little book to all ages.  It would make a perfect Christmas gift; stocking stuffer or even a Christmas card to someone you really love and care for.  

This book furnished for review at no compensation by J. Adams. 

Copyright © 2011 Jewel of the West
All Rights Reserved. 

Jewel loves hearing from her fans, so if you would like to contact her to tell her how much you love her books or give her sympathy for the fried brain, or suggestions for the hair loss problem (for her husband, of course) contact her at jewela40@gmail.com 

Website: JewelAdams.com
Blog: jewelsbestgems.blogspot.com 

Other books by J. Adams
Guardian of My Heart
The Legacy
The Wishing Hour
Tears of Heaven
Place in This World
The Journey
Against the Odds
Mercedes' Mountain
Ebooks
The Wishing Hour
The Legacy
Tears of Heaven
Place In This World: The Sequel to The Journey
The Journey
Mercedes' Mountain
For Love of Angel (PDF only)
Elise's Heart (PDF only)
The Shelter of His Arms
What the Heart Sees
Children's Book
Forbidden Portals: The Quicksilver Project 

All Books Are Also Available in Kindle and Nook Versions (Elise's Heart and Mercedes' Mountain excluded


Tuesday, October 4, 2011

My Mother

TO MOTHER-I LOVE AND MISS YOU

This month is my mother's birthday.  She died 31 years ago just 2 months shy of her 51st  birthday.  I miss her so much.  This is a tribute to her and is one of the short stories that will be going into my book of collections, "Me, My Family and GOD". 

I’M JUST A MOM
“I’m just a mom”, I sigh at the end of the day.
No one cares what I do or what I say
It doesn’t matter that I have cooked and cleaned and slaved all day
I’m still just a mom at the end of the day.

“Mum I love you” my granddaughter says
As she throws her arms around me.
“Dear, have I told you how much I love you today”?
Asks my loving honey.

“Mommy can I get you something?  Are you all right?”
Questions my oldest girl.
Wait! I don’t understand what is happening
As my head begins to swirl.

What happened to “I’m just  a mom?”
To those who love me I am mom, mommy, mother, dear
Mum, grandma, sweetheart, someone who’s calm
And suddenly it all becomes so clear
I hold the most sacred calling of all...Motherhood.
Mary L. Walling 4/2011
~~~~~
I stop to think about the most wonderful mother I knew.  My mother.  There is not a day goes by that I don't think about her.  She was always there for me and for my brothers and sisters and my dad.  As a matter of fact she was always there for everyone.  We just didn't know how many everyones. 
Mother was born and raised by a single mom during the depression in Hampton, Tennessee.  She was an only child.  She had 13 aunts and uncles.  They were all born and raised in the same 2 story wood frame house on the same farm. My great grandfather was a farmer who owned slaves, but worked along side them in the fields.  He was so poor that he would steal milk from the neighbor next to him in order to feed my mother, but never more than that. 
Mother met my dad on a blind date in early 1951 and they were married in a little Methodist church in Meigs, Georgia in late 1951.  Daddy was a  Southern Baptist and as the children came along, they would take turns taking us to Mass at the Catholic church or to services in the Baptist church.  Daddy was in the Air Force and so we traveled alot.  While in France, my parents served as Choir Director and Sunday School President for the Presbyterian Church.  We were now involved in 3 different churches.  As children this was confusing for us.  So the search for a church we could all belong to began.  Since missionaries serving in France could not teach the Americans, it was up to Ward Missionaries to teach the American families stationed in France.  My dad worked with such a man.  Once he learned about my parents search for a family religion, he asked my dad if he could come teach our family about his religion.  Dad queried as to what religion he was and when he learned "Mormon" my dad was more than hesitant and mother was horrified.  Finally though, dad let him come.  Several weeks later, my parents were baptized and my sister and I followed a month later.  Once baptized, my parents threw themselves into the service of the Lord.  A year to the day of their baptism, my parents took us to the Swiss temple where we were sealed for "time and all eternity".
Mother never did anything half way.  It was always all or nothing.  She served in the Primary as a Primary President and in the Relief Society as a Relief Society President.  She also taught Primary and Relief Society.  The only organization she never served in was Young Women.  I watched as she filled her callings 120%.  She never let anyone do without-family, friend, neighbor or stranger.  We knew mother served with the pure love of Christ, but never as much as we thought until she passed away.
My father worked 2 jobs to support our family after he retired from the Air Force.  He was drawing his retirement and 2 checks from jobs he was working but there never seemed to be enough money.  He would fuss that mother spent it as fast as he earned it.  He just never knew where it went.  Mother was never one to let anyone go without.  I watched as she took a lovely young woman and her children under her wings and become her mother away from home.  This young woman had given up a very promising mucical career to marry well beneath her means a man that did not fully appreciate her.  She loved him dearly for whatever reasons.  She left Salt Lake City and moved into the "boonies" as we called it into a trailer in the middle of nowhere.  He gave her a pitence of an allowance and she had to account for every penny.  She never had any extra to buy something for herself or for the children.  Sometimes not even enough to put substansial groceries on the table.  If she wanted anything extra, she would have to take change a little at a time from his pocket at night and hide it until there was enough to get what she needed. Mother would go visit her and make sure that she and the children had what they needed...food, clothes, hygiene supplies, toys, etc.  This always came out of mother's pocket. 
Mother would see a stranger on the street that needed something to eat.  No matter what she was doing, she would stop, go into a grocery store, buy groceries and take it back to the stranger on the street.  She always knew there were children somewhere that needed to eat and she would not let them go hungry.
As a Relief Society President, before there were Bishop's storehouses she could use, she would have to go into the home and determine the needs of the family and report back to the Bishop for his approval.  She always had to have a witness.  On several of these occassions, I accompanied her.  I knew before I went in with her and so did she, that the parents would not meet the Bishop's approval.  She would leave after the interview, go home, enlist the help of my 2 grandmothers and pull groceries from her shelves and those of my grandmothers.  What they did not have, she would purchase from the store and return to the home she had just come from with groceries for at least 2 weeks making sure the children were fed.  She would never let the children do without bacause of the parents mistakes.
Mother was always in church every Sunday.  I remember her sitting in the foyer  one Sunday with my youngest brother who was just a baby.  He was having a rough day of it.  A sister approached mother and asked why she even bothered to come to church as she seemed to spend most of her time in the foyer.  Without missing a beat, mother replied, "Because I am where the Lord wants me to be".  Whether mother was sick or well, she made sure her children were at their meetings.  She would sit in the parking lot and wait for them, but they were where the Lord wanted them to be.  Even the week she died, she made my youngest brother go to scout camp.  She died while he was there, but she died knowing he was where he was supposed to be. 
After mother died, we learned just how much she had done for those around her that she never said anything about.  She truly performed the way Jesus would have wanted her to.  She perfomed with the pure love of Christ. 
At mother's funeral, daddy had several people approach him that he did not know to thank him for what mother had done for them.  They had no idea that daddy knew nothing about mother's gifts of charity to these people.  He did however find out that he was not only supporting his own family, but the families of others due to mother's charitable deeds of service. 
A young woman who was a friend of my youngest sister came up to my dad to thank him for what mother had done for her.  Her parents could not afford to buy her a prom dress for the prom.  My sister told mother about it  so mother took her to the store and bought this young woman a prom dress so that she would be able to attend the prom.
A young man whose parents decided that at the age of 18 they would no longer support him and threw him out with no where to go, took him, found him an apartment, paid the deposit, the first and last months rent and put groceries in for him until he could get on his feet was thankful to my dad for what mother had done for him.  These and several other stories came to my dad at my mother's funeral.  Now he knew why there was never enough money.  Through mother's desire to serve the Lord, through her desire to be a daughter the Lord would be proud of, to be humble, to be able to hear Him say "Well done thou good and faithful daughter" she went the extra mile to serve her Heavenly Father to the fullest degree of her potential and to fill her true calling as a mother not only to her own children, but to all those the Lord put within her  reach.
 

Sunday, September 25, 2011

WHAT THE HEART SEES


By
J. Adams



Excerpt from Book 

I can't believe this! How in the world could I have done something so stupid?

     Going on a hike in unfamiliar territory hadn't been smart at all, but I have always been one to go against the norm. I've never been a conformist. If I'm told not to do something, everything in me cries out, “I'm going to do it!” Sometimes this way of thinking is good, and sometimes it isn't, especially during times like now.
Blinking tears onto my cheeks, I make another attempt to stand,but the immediate pain shooting up my leg causes me to lose my balance and I fall again, only this time, instead of dropping twenty feet and hearing the snap of my leg as I hit the rock surface, I fall another ten feet, hitting my head. Then everything is dark. 

     Vashti is a beautiful 22 year old receptionist at a car dealership whose brother Rob is always trying to set her up with his friends-friends she finds revolting at best.  She is in hopes with this last visit with her brother that he is there to make amends.  Fat chance.  Liam is a huge man who was once a fireman injured in a fire while trying to save another's life.  His family ashamed of his career choice and embarrassed by his injury moves and leaves him behind.  He lives alone deep in the woods hiding.

     Both are looking for love-for someone to fill the emptiness in their hearts and lives.  Will they find it with each other?  Can they learn from their choices and make amends?
     "What the Heart Sees" is a short read that I enjoyed very much.  It, along with a small bag of popcorn and iced lemon water was the perfect ending to a great day.  It truly tells us that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder".  that "true beauty comes from within" and that "we should not judge a book by its cover".   That being said, I recommend this book for  young adults and older.  Again J. Adams has written a  romantic novella with a little  intense passion while keeping it wholesome and clean.

This book furnished  for review at no compensation by J. Adams.

Copyright © 2011 Jewel of the West

All Rights Reserved.

Jewel loves hearing from her fans, so if you would like to contact her to tell her how much you love her books or give her sympathy for the fried brain, or suggestions for the hair loss problem (for her husband, of course) contact her at jewela40@gmail.com

Website: JewelAdams.com

Blog: jewelsbestgems.blogspot.com

Other books by J. Adams

Guardian of My Heart
The Legacy
The Wishing Hour
Tears of Heaven
Place In This World
The Journey
Against the Odds
Mercedes' Mountain

Ebooks

The Wishing Hour
The Legacy
Tears of Heaven
Place In This World: The Sequel to The Journey
The Journey
Mercedes' Mountain
For Love of Angel (PDF only)
Elise's Heart (PDF only)
The Shelter of His Arms

Children's Book

Forbidden Portals: The Quicksilver Project

All Books Are Also Available in Kindle and Nook Versions (Elise's Heart and Mercedes' Mountain excluded

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

EMERINE-FAIRY PRINCE



Emerine's Nightmare
 by
Anna del C. Dye


Excerpt from the book:

In the early dawn, while a dense fog covers the light that should have brightened the new day, I, Emerine, sit at the edge of a quiet pond. Engulfed in the wet blanket of air that threatens to suffocate me, my mind focuses on how everything has changed from just a few days ago.
It’s been two weeks since we left our home nestled at the edge of the forest. Only three days have passed since the tragic death of my father. That was just the beginning of my nightmare…because no matter how hard I think about it, there isn’t a reason the shadows should chase me…except that it’s all a really bad dream. One from which I’ll wake up at any moment.
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This is a fantasy for children in the 4th-8th grade.  My 9 year old grandson is in the 4th grade and one of his assignments is to read 20 minutes every day.  We have been reading "Emmerine-Fairy Prince" together.  He really likes it.  The story has shown us how Emmerine has learned about how good versus evil and about the consequences that follow with the different choices that we make.  He also learns about unconditional love.  He learns about what real love between a mother and father is.  One of my favorite passages in this story is:


The light? What can light do, Father?”
“It brings warmth and also dispels the darkness that wants to take over.”

There is a children's song I love that also fits this that I love called "Teach Me to Walk in the Light".  The first verse is

 Teach me to walk in the light of his love;
Teach me to pray to my Father above;
Teach me to know of the things that are right;
Teach me, teach me to walk in the light.
Text and music: Clara W. McMaster, 1904–1997. © 1958 IRI


I loved this little book and recommend it to all children.  I would also recommend that parents read this with their children to get the most of the meaning that has been written into this wonderful book.

This book provided for my review at no compensation by Anna del C. Dye

Other books by Anna del C. Dye

The Elf and the Princess
 Book One
Trouble in the Elf City
 Book Two
Elfs in a Conquered Realm
 Book Three
Curse of the Elfs


Anna's books are available her website, at Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble and e-books

Anna's Blog:
annadelc.com/blog/Emerine's Nightmare

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

GUARDIAN OF MY HEART

by
J. Adams

From the Back of the Book
Two people from different worlds searching for one another, are drawn together by a bond stronger than anything in this earthly sphere, and a love powerful enough to move mountains.
Cillian is in danger and Gideon is her true mate. And absolutely nothing will stop him from protecting what is his.

You asked for a sequel to "The Wishing Hour" and here it is.  Jewel asked for a winning line "I will never forget the day I died" for her new book  and here is it.  Two for one.  You can't beat that. 
Gideon is from Challis a paradise hidden deep within the core of the earth.  He is living on the surface of the earth and is seeking his soul mate.  She is near.  He senses it.  He has to find her.  She is in danger, but will he find her in time to save her.
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Cillian is human.  She also senses someone close to her.  Her relationship with Matty is a friendship nothing else.  He is in love with her and wants more.  Cillian's best friend Chelise has feelings for Matty, but has kept them hidden.  Cillian must tell Matty how she feels and when she does, all heck breaks loose.  Two strange men appear out of no where, an auto accident occurs, strange scientific experiements.  A must read to see what happens.

A book loaded with everything I love all rolled into one...good clean romance, science fiction, a little spice, some mystery.  I would recommend this book to young adults and up.   Jewel never fails to disappoint her readers from one book to the next.  

This book furnished  for review at no compensation by J. Adams.

Copyright © 2011 Jewel of the West
All Rights Reserved.

Jewel loves hearing from her fans, so if you would like to contact her to tell her how much you love her books or give her sympathy for the fried brain, or suggestions for the hair loss problem (for her husband, of course) contact her at jewela40@gmail.com
Website: JewelAdams.com
Blog: jewelsbestgems.blogspot.com

Other books by J. Adams/Jewel Adams
The Legacy
The Wishing Hour
Tears of Heaven
Place In This World
The Journey
Against the Odds
Mercedes' Mountain

EbooksThe Wishing Hour
The Legacy
Tears of Heaven
Place In This World: The Sequel to The Journey
The Journey
Mercedes' Mountain
For Love of Angel (PDF only)
Elise's Heart (PDF only)

Children's BookForbidden Portals: The Quicksilver Project
All Books Are Also Available in Kindle and Nook Versions (Elise's Heart and Mercedes' Mountain excluded)

Be on the lookout for J. Adams new series of novelettes Passionate Hearts starting with "The Shelter of His Arms" which has recently been released on Kindle at
amazon.com/Shelter-His-Arms-ebook/dp/B005MJA662/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1315858913&sr=8-1

Monday, September 12, 2011

The Shelter of His Arms

by
J. Adams

From back of book

     Lani and Chrispin have hidden their feelings for one another for years, but when they are finally free to express their love, both are afraid to cross the line that has always been there. Lani's battered heart needs to heal. Will Chrispin's love be strong enough to heal it? And will Lani have the courage to embrace the passion she has longed for now that it is hers for the taking?

     The Shelter of His Arms is the first emotion-driven romance in the Passionate Hearts Novelette series.

     Lani, is finally released from an abusive marriage to Tom after five years when he dies in an airplane crash.  She does not know what real love is and aches with every fiber of her being to find it.  She loves another but cannot tell him.
     Crispin is an older man...a man who had been Tom's best friend.  That is until he found out about the abuse.  He was also in love with Lani but had kept his feelings hidden for years.  He didn't feel Lani could ever love him.

     Once I found some peace and quiet, I really enjoyed reading this novelette.  It was a great short story about two people who had been in love with each other for years, but were afraid to tell each other.  Each had their own reasons, reasons that were keeping them from true happiness.  Would they be able to overcome their inner struggles and finally find each other?

     Once again Jewel has kept her story within moral parameters which I appreciate as a reader who looks for this.  I would recommend this book to young adults and older especially if you like something that is clean romance with just a tad bit of spice.  Well done once again Jewel.

I was provided this book for review at no compensation by J. Adams

Jewel loves hearing from her fans, so if you would like to contact her to tell her how much you love her books or give her sympathy for the fried brain, or suggestions for the hair loss problem (for her
husband, of course) contact her at jewela40@gmail.com
Website: JewelAdams.com
Blog: jewelsbestgems.blogspot.com

Other books by J. Adams

Guardian of My Heart
The Legacy
The Wishing Hour
Tears of Heaven
Place In This World
The Journey
Against the Odds
Mercedes' Mountain
Ebooks
The Wishing Hour
The Legacy
Tears of Heaven
Place In This World: The Sequel to The Journey
The Journey
Mercedes' Mountain
For Love of Angel (PDF only)
Elise's Heart (PDF only)
Children's Book

Forbidden Portals: The Quicksilver Project

All Books Are Also Available in Kindle and Nook Versions (Elise's Heart and Mercedes' Mountain excluded

Monday, August 29, 2011

Where's My Hair?


As I sat in my stylist chair, I looked forward to having my hair done.  Other than grocery shopping, this was my favorite way to spend my time and just take a deep breath and relax.  I didn't have grandkids, daughters or husband with me.  This was my time. I took a deep breath and prepared to enjoy this much needed rest and relaxation period when Debra asked me, "Been sick lately"?  Well, actually I had.  She could tell.  "And look your hair is thinning here in the front".  I had noticed this some time back and was concerned I was going bald.  Now how would that make me look?  A short, round, bald 59 year old woman.  Isn't that what everyone wants to see?  How would my husband feel being married to someone like that?  I remember him telling me when we first got married 39 years ago that if I ever got fat he would divorce me.  Well we're still married.  Of course that could be the result of his gaining several pounds over the years himself.  Anyway, back to the point.  I asked what could be causing the thinning of my hair.  "Well, stress for one thing.  Any stress in your life."  I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.  No way.  There's no stress in my life.  My life is entirely stressed free.

Home is the place where boys and girls first learn how to limit their wishes, abide by rules, and consider the rights and needs of others.
-- Sidonie Gruenberg

Scott now 15, 255 lbs and 6 ft tall
Anyone out there have a 15 going on 16 year old teenager who thinks they know it all?  If you don't believe it, just ask them.
The Instigator

How about  the sweetest, most angelic, brown eyed 9 old who is the biggest instigator in the whole wide world.
Miss P

Then there's the 4 going on 5 blonde, blue-eyed imp with the sweetest smile ever who was vaccinated with a phonograph needle and couldn't stop talking if her life depended on it.
Anai

Let's not forget the dark curly brown haired, brown-eyed 3 year old terror on two legs with a sparkling personality and the ability to make every face on earth, who will look you in the eye and say, "My face will freeze like this".
Emi

Last but not least there's the 10 month old doll baby with straight dark brown hair and huge brown eyes who has been walking since she was 8 months old, puts everything in her mouth she gets her tiny little hands on, has learned to drive you crazy by learning to climb the stairs, and throw herself on the floor and throw a temper tantrum. 

Come to think of it, all of the above are good at throwing temper tantrums.  Just at their different age levels.

Next, let's discuss their parents.  On second thought, let's say we did and don't.  Suffice it to say, what stories I could tell.  


Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated, communication is open, and rules are flexible -- the kind of atmosphere that is found in a nurturing family.
-- Virginia Satir:


  

Stressful?  Hectic?  Tension filled?  Absolutely.  Why?  They all live with me.  We are talking 5 adults, 5 children in a very small 3 bedroom condominium-less than 1000 square feet.  Would I have it any other way?  Absolutely not!  This is my family and that is what family is all about.  Yes, my condo is small and I only have one bathroom, but what about Noah living in the ark with not only his family but all those animals for 40 days and 40 nights.  Or Lehi and his family in a boat they built without windows for almost a year and the stress and strife that they went through.  If they could live under those circumstances, then I can certainly live in this tiny condo with all the conveniences that I have and put up with the occasional bickering fussing and fighting that goes on. Am I blessed?  You bet I am!  More blessed than you will ever know.  My point is that you don't have to pull your hair out due to stress, frustration, strife or tension.  According to my hair dresser it will just fall out on its own.  So save yourself the extra work and time of pulling your hair out.  Let it fall out on its own.




Sunday, July 24, 2011

Words Spoken...Words Remembered

     A parishioner went up to the priest to unload his guilt about the act of gossiping ~ so what harm was done exactly, he asks … So the priest asked the parishioner to go back home … take a feather pillow & a knife with him up onto the roof of a high building.. Give it a slash and see what happens…
     So, the parishioner did as he was told … he took a pillow & a knife … went up onto the roof & slashed it with all his might… Lo & behold… there were feathers & more feathers flying all over …. The parishioner then returned to the priest to report the act done. The priest proceeded to ask the parishioner to go back up & the roof … to RETRIEVE each and every feather that escaped from the pillow
     Well, that sums it up beautifully doesn’t it… Each and every word, no matter how juicy (whether with malicious intent, or not) that escapes from our mouths … can never be retrieved fully …  So, the harm & the hurt is done. There no turning back. Food for thought.
                                                                                       Short Horse Tales  …. of the two legged kind….


     The first time I heard this story was in a ward sacrament meeting where gossip was a real problem.  Sad isn't it?  Words had been spoken that had caused hard feelings resulting in the formation of "clicks" and in a few cases, brothers and sisters not returning to church. 
     Something I overheard the other day prompted this blog.  A single young mother at her wits end with one of her children yelled at him that she had had enough and was going to sign him over to the care of someone else.  Stunned that she would say this, I approached her later and asked her what she was thinking of when she said that?  She very nonchelantly replied that it was okay, she had talked with her son later and they were okay.  I told her maybe that's what she thought, but he would remember those words in years to come.  They were words she could never take back.  Like the feathers in the feather pillow.
     What have we said without thinking that we can't take back...words spoken in haste without stopping to think.  Without engaging our brains, before putting our mouths into gear?
     I remember the little white lie I told my dad when I was 10 and when caught in that lie, my dad promised me he would not talk to me the whole next day.  He kept that promise.  I never felt so lost or alone.  Words spoken...words remembered.
     The little boy who stood in court during custody proceedings and heard his mother say she would take him only if she were paid to keep him.  That little boy was raised by his father and is now 80 years old.  He still remembers those words.  Words spoken...words remembered.
     I will never forget a Bishop who once said to a Relief Society group of sisters who were upset that they had to pay for their lesson manuals that year and were taking it out on the Relief Society presidency,  "Live sucks and then you die.  If you don't like it come and see me".  I love that Bishop, now a counselor in the Mission Presidency.  Words spoken...words remembered.

     The words we speak say so much about us as a person.  Are they kind words or hurtful words?
             Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.
                                           ~ Mother Teresa of Calcutta
How much is a kind word worth to your family, friends and strangers?
     Hairdresser David Wagner learned these answers from a customer who came to him regularly every month. One day she phoned David in between her regular visits and asked if he would style her hair for an important event that evening. David fit her into his schedule and gave her his usual loving attention. He talked amiably with her, laughed, touched her kindly, and told her how beautiful she looked. After her session, she smiled and thanked him.
     You can imagine David's shock when a few days later he received a handwritten letter from the woman explaining that the important event she wanted to look good for that evening was her own funeral. She had planned to commit suicide later that day. When she spent time with David, however, the kindness he showed her influenced her to change her mind. She decided that life was worth living, and she could go on.
     Never underestimate the power of a kind word or thought. It may affect one or many, many people without you even knowing it.
                                                                                                       No Small Meetings   Alan Cohen

     "Have I told you today that I love you?  Well, I do".  as he blows me a kiss.   I remember these words.  They come from my husband every day and I love to hear them.  Words spoken...words remembered.
     "...you are kind...thanks for the kind words. Gina".  Words spoken...words remembered.
     "Thank you for the beautiful music today",  Words spoken...words remembered
     Words spoken...words remembered that I personally will never forget was when Troy Dunn who was a High Councilman for our stake came to speak at in our ward.  I had no idea he was speaking, let alone that he was a renowned motivational speaker or the Troy Dunn of The Locator.  I had been asked to do a special musical number.  I chose to sing that day.  Brother Dunn spoke after my song.  The first thing he said was that he didn't realize that our ward had Mary Poppins or that he was going to be priviledged to hear her sing and how fortunate the ward was to have my talent.  After the meeting he came up and shook my hand and complimented me personally.  Talk about flying on cloud nine.   Words spoken...words remembered.
      
     How about the words spoken to us through personal revelation?  Do we listen?  Do we remember them?  We are all entitled to personal revelation. I especially love it when I stop and listen to the "still small voice" in all things no matter how big or small.  I know I have ignored small things that I really should have listened to.  The Lord has told us that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass.  

   "I have forgiven him. You can do no less".  Words whispered to me through the spirit in a moment of despair.  Words that confirmed to me that Jesus loves us and comforts us always.  Words spoken...words remembered.  
     "Stop!  Visit this sister now".  This whispered more than once as I passed an inactive sister's home.  I didn't want to visit her.  I didn't care for her very much and she didn't like visiting teachers.  Finally I heeded the prompting.  She let me in!  Several months later I sat in the sealing room of the Swiss temple and watched as she and her family were sealed for time and eternity.  We both left Germany at the same time both moving to Ft. Hood, Texas, where she became my secretary in the Young Women's presidency.    Words spoken...words rememberd.  
      "This is the one".  Words whispered to me in sacrament meeting when seeking a 2nd counselor for my Young Women's presidency and I didn't know her.  She had just moved into the ward and was the speaker.   I had been praying for a 2nd counselor for 2 months and always drew a blank.  Why?  Because she wasn't there yet.    Words spoken...words remembered.  

    Words we speak are words remembered and they impact not only those we speak them to, but to everyone around us.   They truly do speak of the person we really are and will be remembered.   Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.  Proverbs 16:24
Oh, the kind words we give shall in memory live  And sunshine forever impart.  Let us oft speak kind words to each other;  Kind words are sweet tones of the heart.  (Let Us Oft Speak Kind Words)