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.