2nd half of My 602

I wanted to post this writing, but when I read over it, I was struck by how really sad it sounds. I want to say that I’m not at all in a constant state of depression, but I believe I’ve slowly let myself drop into a funk.

 

When I turned 60, I just felt old. As the years have passed, I’ve climbed even farther down the other side of the hill.

 

As people get sick, as others die, as I have more trouble with my own body and Murray with his, I struggle with feeling old and that I don’t have much chance of doing anything special anymore.

 

The other day I thought about how some people seem to do so well in their 70s, still active and going strong. I had an “I may as well be blonde” moment. I thought, “Maybe my 70s will be better.”

 

Then I realized what I was saying. I’ll be 65 next month; I still have half of my 60s left. What was I saying—that I’ll just waste the next five years and wait for things to get better in my 70s?

 

I believe God has given me the hope of changing my life in the 2^nd half of my 60s. Why not work at being more active, more hopeful, happier?

 

I want to work on my relationship with God. I want to be more hopeful about the Bible verses which speak of God’s love and forgiveness. I’m willing to share hopeful verses about those things with others, and I want to encourage myself to believe they’re true for me too.

 

I want to try to do better about my help. Eat better and be more committed to exercise. I’ve let myself get lazy and stay in bed later.

 

And since my injury thirteen years ago, I think I’ve let myself feel more disabled. Before that, I don’t think I ever let myself think I just couldn’t do things because I was disabled. Certainly with our children with disabilities, we encouraged them to find out how they could do things they were challenged with rather than not. But, I believe I’ve allowed myself to be more unable. To let other people do things for me. I don’t want to continue this.

 

I want to be more willing to do things with Murray. Usually if he asks me to go somewhere with him, shopping or out to eat, I say no. I’d rather just stay at home. The other day, he suggested that I go with him this week to look for a new dish washer, and I said yes, without even thinking. If I get really brave, I’ll even tell him that I’m trying to go out with him more, so he’ll think more often of asking me, and if I start to say no, he can remind me that this was my intention.

 

I read something this week about a writer, who has written similar things for forty years. He said he’s trying to write something new and recommends that other writers do that, try to write something different than they’re used to. I love writing, but I’ve gotten really lazy about it. I want to push myself to write more.

 

The negative part of me thinks that I’ll probably give up on most of this. That’s what I usually do. I lose heart and get depressed and don’t expect much of myself. But I’m working at being hopeful. This all happened over a long period of time, so any improvement I see may be slow, and I need not to let that stop me.

 

I don’t do New Year’s resolutions, because I figure that I’ll quit them soon. This time, I’m trying to aim for something for five years. What kind of sense does that make?

 

It makes sense because God’s mercies are new every morning. If I’m feeling low one day, like I’m failing, I can still try again the next day.

 

Lamentation 3:21-23:

But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness. 

Psalm 30, Wailing into Dancing

A psalm. A song. For the dedication of the temple. Of David.

I will exalt you, Lord,

    for you lifted me out of the depths

    and did not let my enemies gloat over me.

Lord my God, I called to you for help,

    and you healed me.

You, Lord, brought me up from the realm of the dead;

    you spared me from going down to the pit.

Sing the praises of the Lord, you his faithful people;

    praise his holy name.

For his anger lasts only a moment,

    but his favor lasts a lifetime;

weeping may stay for the night,

    but rejoicing comes in the morning.

When I felt secure, I said,

    “I will never be shaken.”

Lord, when you favored me,

    you made my royal mountain stand firm;

but when you hid your face,

    I was dismayed.

To you, Lord, I called;

    to the Lord I cried for mercy:

“What is gained if I am silenced,

    if I go down to the pit?

Will the dust praise you?

    Will it proclaim your faithfulness?

Hear, Lord, and be merciful to me;

    Lord, be my help.”

You turned my wailing into dancing;

    you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.

    Lord my God, I will praise you forever.

 

Father God, why should I praise you? Because you rescued me from the ugliness I got myself into. And even when you get mad at me, you are only mad a little while. But what you want to give to me is joy and comfort and mercy. Thank you, Father, for listening to me when I cry out to you. 

Some Special Books to Start the New Year

These books touched my heart.

 

Breath of heaven by Deborah Raney. A story of missionaries in modern-day Colombia. Filled with gripping danger. I found myself praying for the safety of the characters and thanking God when elements of help arrived.

 

The daughter of Auschwitz: my story of resilience, survival and hope by Tova Friedman, Malcolm Brabant and Ben Kingsley. Ms. Friedman, born in Poland in 1938, was one of the youngest survivors of Auschwitz, and when this book was published in 2022, she was one of the few still alive. Her mother repeated to her while she grew up what happened to them, with a goal to keep the memory of the holocaust alive, so that people never forget. This is Ms. Friedman’s goal as well in this book. I am glad I read this book; I believe also we need to keep this history alive and never forget. But it is a hard read. The details are vivid and terrible, in the ghetto, in the work camp, in the death camp.

 

Welcome to the Honey B&B by Melody Carlson. A family is dealing with dementia. I get irritated with the wife and daughter when they get mad at their husband and dad when he messes up. Don’t they realize he can’t help it? Only the thirteen-year-old granddaughter seems to stay patient with him. But then I remember how irritable I can get with people with no good reason. This whole family is struggling with this terrible thing. This is a wonderful story of their love and survival.

 

He Gets Us by Max Lucado. Jesus lived among us, so he knows our struggles and sorrows. And, knowing us completely, he still washes the filth from our feet.

 

Have yourself a Christiansen Christmas and It had to be you by Susan May Warren. I’ve read several of the books in this series. Recently, I found myself reading these two at the same time. These stories involve a large family, struggles with faith, struggles with life shocks and decisions, beautiful descriptions of Minnesota. And, the healing of grace, not just for when we’re saved, but also every day as Jesus walks with us. 

Diamonds From Isaiah, chapter 1:21-26: Make Us Pure

21 

See how the faithful city has become a prostitute!

She once was full of justice;

    righteousness used to dwell in her— but now murderers!

22 

Your silver has become dross, your choice wine is diluted with water.

23 

Your rulers are rebels, partners with thieves;

they all love bribes and chase after gifts.

They do not defend the cause of the fatherless; the widow’s case does not come before them.

24 

Therefore the Lord, the Lord Almighty, the Mighty One of Israel, declares:

“Ah! I will vent my wrath on my foes

    and avenge myself on my enemies.

25 

I will turn my hand against you; I will thoroughly purge away your dross and remove all your impurities.

26 

I will restore your leaders as in days of old, your rulers as at the beginning.

Afterward you will be called the City of Righteousness, the Faithful City.”

 

Oh Lord, thank you that you want to make us pure. Our world is such a mess. Our hearts are sick with the horrors around us. Make us tender toward those in need. Create a longing in us for what is right in your eyes. 

Guest Author Interview with Celeste Charlene

I have read many of Celeste Charlene’s books and find much wonder in the faith and beautiful descriptions of Africa in these stories. Thank you, Celeste, for sharing with us.

 

Kathy: Would you give our readers a brief bio? What do you enjoy doing when you’re not writing?

Celeste Charlene is an RN with a Master’s of Science in Nursing who specialized in community health programs for developing countries. She served as a missionary for thirty-two years in West African countries, treating the sick, establishing mobile clinics, teaching health, training village health workers, and evangelizing.

When she’s not writing, she still writes. Not a day passes that she doesn’t write something for one of her books, a devotion for her blog or her Bible study.  She’s written and self-published 29 books in the last 10 years.

Every week or so she likes to remodel a garment she bought at a thrift store or bake a new recipe.

 

Kathy: Can you share a little about your writing journey? Any stories that still make you smile?

 I began writing in a diary when I was eleven and have written every day.

My first book, SHAKEN BLESSINGS, began with a three-month-old infant. The mother died during child birth at a hospital and the father already had eight daughters and didn’t want another one. Since the baby survived and the mother died, people in that area thought the child was cursed.  I took the baby and named her Blessing, hoping to dispel the curse. I started a separate journal about her.

After retiring I submitted my journal of Blessing to several publishers. They said it was an interesting story and they enjoyed it, which told me they had read it. None of the publishers I submitted it to published journals, Christian work, or work for unknown authors.

They suggested I rewrite SHAKEN BLESSINGS into novel form and submit it to Christian publishers, which I did.

I often laugh as I write about the genius twins, who are characters in my first book series that starts with A LITTLE MERCY, and follows with A TRAGIC GOOD, A WAVERING HOPE SCARRED BEAUTY, EXQUISITE ASHES, and BROKEN  SPIRIT. Readers liked that series best, and I’ve continued with titles that start with G-H-I-J-K-L and so on. 

 

Kathy: How do you share your faith with your writing?

My books are women’s inspirational ones with God’s plan of salvation or by showing how a character changes or grows spiritually through Christ’s influence in her life or with a sermon in the story or with a character sharing her testimony. 

I’m a Christian, live a Christian life, and serve God as a Christian in everything every day and my books show that. I attend church faithfully and study the scripture, prepare the lesson and the handouts to teach the weekly women’s Bible study at church. The Bible is our textbook.

 

Kathy: Do you have a writing schedule that works for you? How do you balance your writing with other responsibilities?

I’m a very early riser between 4 and 5. After prayer, Bible study, and devotions. I spend 20 minutes on my treadmill. Then I write about thirty-forty minutes, and then on my treadmill another 20 minutes and write another thirty-forty.   By the time I’ve completed an hour and twenty minutes on the treadmill and three to four hours of writing, I cook lunch. Afternoons are spent running errands, visiting or calling family or friends, or I might have lunch with a friend instead of cook. I normally write 4 hours in the late afternoons and evenings.

This schedule is not cast in stone. I keep it most of the time so I am always ahead of myself.  If a friend or family member needs or wants me to do something, I’m rarely behind and can easily drop everything and take a day off, but even then I still write some that day.

 

Kathy: Where do you find your story ideas?

All my stories came from people, incidents, and places that I’ve written in my journal during the years I spent in Africa. To help keep my missionary friends who are still there safe, I changed the names of all the places and people. You will not find any of the African countries in my books on maps.

 I lived in some dangerous places during treacherous times, in which cameras were banned and no one was permitted to write anything about the country or anything that was seen. Over the years I’ve used these stories and incidents in my novels.

 

Kathy: Tell us about one of your favorite authors.  

I have several favorite authors, and I read while I’m on my treadmill.

God and the authors of His Word, Francine Rivers, Dee Henderson, Victoria Thompson, Terri Blackstock, Jeanette Oke, Irene Hannon, Karen Kingsbury, and Grace Livingstone Hill.

 

Kathy: Can you share with us about your latest book?

FREAK TO FANATIC started out as a biography to answer all the questions people have asked me, primarily “How did a girl like you end up as a missionary?”

It turned into a devotion book, and the last section of it are memoirs from thirteen years in Nigeria.

As a writer I’m what professionals call a “By the seat of your pants,” author.  I lay hands on my computer every morning and pray that the words, thoughts, and messages I write will honor and glorify God.

 

Kathy: Are you already planning your next book?

I’m always writing but God hasn’t given me a specific plot for my next book. It will be the “m” book MAYHEM, MURDER, MADNESS, or MASSACRES. Having worked thirteen years in Nigeria in which there were three military coup d’etats and an increasing Islamic influence in the leadership, I’m familiar with terror and violence. So far I have twelve pages of notes.

 

WHAT IS YOUR GOAL AS A WRITER?

I had no phone or Internet while in Africa.  Some of the “Internet cafes” in the large cities were getting started when I retired. So I’m computer illiterate.

Since I enjoy writing so much and had so many stories from Africa that were hand-written in my journals, I wanted to retire, write books, and give them away.

While in Africa, I forgot that books cost money. Still, I started buying a few of my books to give away. Praise God for helping me give away seven out of every ten books that I buy.  We can’t outgive God. Half the people who read the books later give me a donation, which I use to buy more books to give away.  God is good all the time and good to all of us. Amen.

 PS   I do not advertise or market. but missionaries are easy to find and so am I.

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