LOOK FOR THE RAINBOWS A Journey of Spirit and Heart

Here is the first chapter of my newly-published novel. I hope you will enjoy reading it and that you will leave a comment in the box  below before leaving. In another post I will tell the story of how this book evolved from a nighttime vision to a finished book 20 some-odd years later.

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~Chapter 1~

Rainbows After the Storm

Headly Herald, October 10,1971: Davies, Jonathan Edward, in his 26th year, died October 9 at Headly General Hospital as a result of injuries received when struck by a car. Predeceased by his parents Edward and Katherine (Jones) Davies. Beloved fiancé of Elizabeth (Beth) Worthington of Headly. Visitation at Wilson Brothers Funeral Home October 11 from 2:00 to 4:00 p.m. and 7:00 to 9:00 p.m. Funeral service will be held October 12 at 1:00 p.m. at the Headly Community Church. Pastor Jim Dale officiating. Donations to the Headly Community Church benevolent fund in lieu of flowers will be gratefully received.

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Beth clung desperately to the wedding ring quilt wrapped tightly around her shoulders, but its warmth had no power to penetrate the icy burden in her heart. She huddled in the well-worn blue armchair that had once filled a cozy corner in her childhood home. Through misted eyes she stared blindly out of the window. Although the heart-wrenching sobs had diminished, teardrops still trickled silently down her flushed cheeks. She sat motionless. Her eyes, shadowed and swollen, exposed deep anguish of soul.

The fire in the grate had almost burned itself out; a fragile warmth tenaciously clung to the few last embers, powerless to dispel the late afternoon chill. A shiver ran through her body. Terrible loneliness and the overwhelming sense of loss had brought her close to emotional collapse.

Heavy black clouds swirled in constant motion across the leaden sky, an ominous herald of the approaching storm. Except for a few leaves which stubbornly refused to fall, the trees had cast off most of their foliage, and the bare branches lashed in fury at an invisible enemy. A blanket of crisp, lifeless leaves mingled with clouds of dust as they whirled through the garden. The once lush lawn now resembled dirty straw. Flowers lay brown and shriveled in their beds, forgotten, their former beauty betrayed by autumn’s demise. The atmosphere of sadness and desolation was almost palpable.

A cold wind howled through the trees, and bowed the few saplings nearly to the ground. It whipped around the corner of the house and brought the first large splatters of rain which signaled the onset of a heavy downpour. In the distance the lake raged. A sudden flash sizzled across the sky. Thunder crashed overhead. Sheets of rain pelted the dry earth and bounced off in fountains of spray.

Still she did not stir. The scene that played within Beth’s agitated mind was as desolate as that which, outdoors, seethed as if in sympathy. At that moment, her life was rapidly spiraling into a vortex so deep she felt there was no escape. As she cast her thoughts back to that fateful day, a flood of emotion almost drowned her in despair. The weight threatened to crush her.

Why, Lord?…Why?…Why?… A single tear trickled down her cheek and spilled onto the quilt.

Why Jonathan? Why me, Jesus? Why us? Why now, when our

whole future was before us? She glanced toward the ceiling as if expecting an answer. Silence.

Where are You, Lord? Have You left me all alone? Why can’t I hear Your voice when I need You so desperately? Please…answer me, Jesus! Still no word from heaven.

Oh, Lord, I loved him so!

Her head dropped into her hands as though too heavy to hold itself up. From the depths of her spirit she sobbed and poured out her burdened heart to the Lord in unspoken prayer. Words could never express such pain. To her troubled heart it seemed that God was not listening. The moaning of the wind was the only response she heard. Deep in her spirit she knew that God had promised never to leave her. She truly believed He loved her, but sorrow deafened her to His voice of comfort; grief deadened her ability to sense His presence.

Jonathan…head bandaged, tubes everywhere…that final moment of recognition, then… Her mind refused to complete the picture.

Gradually, aware of a change in the atmosphere, Beth stirred. The rain had subsided. The thunder was now only a distant roll, the lightning a faint flickering glow. Through the gentle shower, a beautiful double rainbow filled the sky with brilliant arcs of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet. A darkened band divided the two distinct bows. Splashes of iridescent color radiated above them as the sun’s rays glinted out from the clouds. Beth gazed at this awesome display of nature. Was this a sign from God? Had He taken His invisible paintbrush and slashed through the dark clouds with His divine colors to remind Beth of His promise of hope? Overwhelmed by the beauty, she was for one short moment set free from the torturous labyrinth of her reflections.

All too soon the flicker of hope waned like the now-fading colors of the rainbow. The icy fingers of sorrow once more endeavored to strangle all essence of hope from her heart. Anguished thoughts raged, stilling all memories of happiness.

When would the torment end?

Beth reached into past memories in an attempt to forget, if but for a moment, this past week’s heartbreak. Childhood memories of a happy Christmas struggled to the surface and she snatched onto them as to a lifeline.

Without warning, her mind was jolted by a long-forgotten image: blood dripping from her finger, a red glass Christmas ornament shattered at her feet, the sting of iodine. As quickly as that brief memory intruded, in a flash the scene vanished.

Check out Look for the Rainbows on my Amazon Author page along with Shadows in My Valley. 

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ONE ANGEL,TWO SIMILAR MESSAGES, TWO OPPOSITE RESPONSES

P1080033The book of Luke opens with the angel Gabriel appearing to Zacharias, an elderly priest, and to a young girl, possibly in her early teens, named Mary. In both instances he tells of the coming of a baby, one unexpected, the other looked for through several centuries. Both recipients were astonished at the angel’s appearance. Both asked a question. But how different were the motives of these questions and how different the angel’s response.

Zacharias had been chosen by lot to offer incense in the temple. As he was doing this, Gabriel comes to him. He tells him that his wife, Elisabeth, is going to have a son in her old age. He gives details about this child. How does Zacharias respond? He is afraid.

His question: How will I know for certain? He did not believe. He was filled with doubt. He wanted proof. I suppose you could say he got his proof, but not in the way he expected. He became deaf and mute until John was born.

On the other hand, when the angel comes to Mary, she responds in faith. Her question: How will this be since I am a virgin? She only wanted instruction as to what to expect. She believed Gabriel. The angel answered her question and told her all the details of how this miracle would take place.

Gabriel makes a third appearance–to Joseph, engaged to Mary. His first response when he heard of Mary’s pregnancy was to secretly divorce her to save her the public shame. But after Gabriel comes to him in a dream, he follows the instructions given to him and takes Mary as his wife.

One would expect the elder to have more faith than the younger. A priest should not doubt God where youth may not have lived long enough to gain that strength of faith. But here we find just the opposite.

We have no idea how these three people felt about the messages divinely brought to them. I’m sure if an angel suddenly appeared before us we would be afraid. If the message was something impossible to happen in the natural, we might doubt. But if the message was as great as that to Mary about the birth of the Christ-child, I think we might feel very humble and wonder how we could possibly carry out such an undertaking. Joseph must have wondered about taking a pregnant woman supposedly carrying the coming Messiah and how he could possible have a part in the fulfillment of this prophecy.

How often does the Lord send His messengers to us at unexpected times? How do we respond? Do we doubt, or receive by faith? Do we want proof, or do we want instruction as to the how-to?

These people were ordinary people, not kings or noblemen or famous or particularly gifted. But they were chosen by God for a specific purpose. He supplied them with everything they needed to carry out His will. We need not fear even the greatest task given by the Lord because He knows what He is doing. He always equips where He calls. And He is with us always to help us along the way.

With another year ending and a new one just ahead, let’s choose to respond like Mary and believe, receive and carry out God’s will for us on a day-to-day basis so that when those big things come along unexpectedly we will be ready to say a resounding “Yes!” to the Lord. And we will hear His “Well done, good and faithful servant” when we have finished the final task.

I pray God’s blessing on you. May you have a prosperous and healthy 2019.

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BOUTS OF DOUBTS

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Do you ever suffer from bouts of doubts? You question, wonder, falter in your walk. Did God really say that? Am I on the right path? Does God really love me? Why is this happening? Or, why isn’t that happening?

I think you know what I mean, and I imagine we have all been there at one time or another–or perhaps many times over. Maybe you are there now. It’s not unusual. The important thing is our response to those doubts.

What we must not do is give in to them. What we must not do is believe them. Read the Word of God. What does it say about our situation? Have we been obedient to God’s revealed will in His Word? God is not a man that He should lie (see Numbers 23:19), so what He says in His Word is truth. It must be fulfilled (see Isaiah 55:11) when we meet His conditions. And He doesn’t give us conditions that are impossible to meet. When He said He would never leave or forsake us, He meant it. When He said He would provide us with everything we need, He will do it. When He said He is our Healer, it is truth that cannot be changed.

So, when the doubts assail us, we must to run to Jesus. Let’s not entertain doubts, because Jesus is the Author and Finisher of our faith (see Hebrews 12:2) and will provide us with a way out of the mind-set of doubt into the mind-set of faith (see 1 Corinthians 10:13). Submit therefore to God, resist the devil and he will flee from you (James 4:7). Doubts will fly away with him. Faith

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Smile! It’s not so bad.

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One of the best ways to conquer doubt is to praise the Lord. Sing some of David’s songs from the Book of Psalms. Lift up the name of Jesus and He will draw you near to Him (see John 12:32). The Lord is a mighty warrior and will, if we yield to Him, have the victory in our lives. Then He will sing over us (see Zephaniah 3:17). Can you hear Him singing now?

I hope you enjoyed this short post today. I appreciate it when you take part of your valuable time to stop to read what I have written and to look at my photos. Please leave a comment in the box below. I will be sure to respond. Thank you and God bless you richly.