Autumn Blessings

I blogged about giving thanks because Thanksgiving is  in the fall, but I will add one other to the theme: I love Autumn! That alongside Spring.

How nice it is that one of my favorite seasons also happens to have colors that goes with my hair and complexion! I love the colors brown and green. There used to be a time I didn’t really like green until I heard someone tell me it would look good on me.

I believe I was in choir at a Baptist church. We were getting ready to rehearse for the Christmas performance. We chose from blouses of red, blue and green and that was when I heard it. Since then, I started buying green clothes–one was  a coat I wore to church. When I saw what the coat on me look like, I knew green was my color.

It is amazing how we know what colors look good on us. We pick up a nice blouse or dress as if we know that it would look nice. I learn something in a class once about something to do with the light our eyes reflect. It has been along while so I can’t go into details.

Although Orange is a fall color, I don’t wear the color very often, but I do wear brown and green clothes.

I also love Autumn because it is not a weather with extreme temperature. I consider Autumn has a prelude to winter just as Spring is a prelude to Summer. So enjoy it!

Autumn is also the time to  give thanks for what God has given us and one of those things he has not given us is the spirit of Fear. Paul wrote to Timothy in his second  letter that “God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of  power and of love and a sound mind.” (2Tim1:7)

PRAISE GOD that we don’t have to be afraid of anything!  Solomon wrote that the righteous are as bold as lions! So go boldly into the world and tell the world what God has done for you!

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Excerpt from my upcoming book: Jesus Paid It All

As I am about half way done, I would like to give you a teaser from my upcoming book, “Jesus Paid It All– A Christian Paranormal Romance.

Chapter 1


Darlene worked as a writer for the Addison Review to help pay her bills. When she had no work to do, she would quietly work on her manuscript which she hoped would be a novel someday. After many times, she received rejections after rejection, but she never gave up.

Darlene’s marriage to a Marine made her life lonely as her husband was away a lot. As a result, her heart drifted to a charming and alluring man named Diethelm who came into the magazine company looking for a business deal (or so he said). He saw Darlene and felt drawn to her beauty and innocence.

“Hello. Is your name ‘Bella?’” He smiled “Because you are beautiful indeed.”

She blushed. “Thank you. My name is Darlene” His compliment caught her off guard, but she quickly remembered where they were. In a more business like voiced, she asked, “What can I do for you?”

Diethelm smiled. “I completely forgot when I saw you.” He put a finger to his chin, pretending to think. “Oh yes, I am here to see your Editor. Is he in?”

Darlene wondered where that came from. “She,” Darlene corrected, and wondered if he made up the answer on the spot. “And she is out. Her assistant is in.”

“Would you care to have lunch with me?”

Wow! Where did that come from? Darlene blushed and smiled. “I am a married woman.”

“What harm is having lunch with a new friend?” He flashed his charming smile at her again.

“I would be glad to as long as you don’t make passes at me.”

“I would not dream of it.”

What he did dream about was touching her and holding her close. It is what he wanted for a long time, way before he ever entered the building.

“Okay.” Darlene said, nervously, not knowing how to answer this handsome stranger.  He was so forward and so sure of himself. And she had been lonely for far too long.

“Great! I look forward to seeing you again” He picked up a piece of notebook paper and scribbled an address. Then he handed her the note. Why don’t we meet at the Illuminate Me Diner?”

Illuminate Me Diner? Isn’t that—Oh the thought of going there!

She shuddered.

Diethelm saw her discomfort and understood the reason. “You are safe as long as you are with me.”

Darlene wasn’t still convinced. In a shaky voice, she asked, They keep that place dimly lit, don’t they?”

I know they do. It is for people who are sensitive to light.”

Like… vampires? Although she didn’t believe they existed, she shuddered. “You are not … “she began to say.

“I am not what?”

She shook away the notion and smiled at Diethelm apologetically. “Never mind. Nothing. But I have to get to work. I’ll see you there.”

“Very well. And when will your editor return?”

“Tomorrow,” She answered him. “She is at a conference.”

“Ah. Okay. Until then, ma chère.”

He walked out, a small smile playing on his face. He already known about the editor’s absence. It was the reason why he paid a visit that morning.

“Did you just get picked up by a stranger?” one of the other writers asked. He had been standing nearby and had heard the entire conversation, and now was watching Darlene with humor and concern.

“Yes. I will have to add this experience to a list of story ideas.” Darlene laughed. She hoped that would be enough for her co-worker and that he would return to his desk. It was uncomfortable enough thinking of her lunch date without someone asking questions.

It was true. Darlene had a long list of story ideas but most of them came from events that haven’t happened yet. She would dream about them, but because no one would believe her, she wouldn’t tell anyone about them. Yet all of her coworkers knew she spent her breaks and free time writing in her notebooks.

Darlene arrived at a diner with a neon sign reading “Illuminate Me.”

Sitting in her car, she stared at the building, still undecided as to what to do. Before she left for work, she had done research on the computer and had found some shocking information.

The place was built ten years before by a modern day witch. Young people who practiced Sorcery and the occult met there every time there was a full moon.

Fortunately, it was only noon and the moon was not out. But Darlene took little comfort in that knowledge. Questions swarmed in her head like bees in a hive. Why am I even doing this? What would people think if they saw me with another man?

Nevertheless, she was there. She did not feel comfortable coming to such a “dark” place. Why did she even agreed to have lunch with him?

The front door of the diner opened and she saw him coming out. It was too late to turn back. Her heart pounded in her chest as she climbed out of her car.

With a nervous smile, she said, “I really shouldn’t be here.” But almost against her will, she followed him inside.

“You have nothing to be afraid of,” Diethelm reassured her. “The owner is a personal friend of mine and I asked him to open the diner for me. It is not usually open during the day.”

The dark interior was what Darlene was afraid it would be. She held back, looking around warily as if she expected some dark form to jump at her from the shadows. “Can we… turn the light on?”  She asked nervously. She felt sweat dropping down her back from fear.

“This is fine. You will grow accustomed to it.”

She wondered why she would grow accustom to dim lighting. She looked at him, thinking he might be a vampire, but changed her mind.

She saw an odd smile on his face which made her feel very uncomfortable. “This was a bad idea. I should go.” She started to get up, but Diethelm put a hand on her arm.

“Relax,” he said. “No harm will come to you,” He motioned to her to sit down again which she did, but warily.”

“There is a reason why I wanted to have lunch with you,” He continued. “You see, I more or less came to see you, not your boss.”

Darlene frowned. His confession made her all the more cautious.


Diethelm sighed. “You will not like this information.”

At her inquisitive look, he continued. “Your husband is not coming home and you are about to end up all alone.” He leaned forward with a look of pity and concern on his face. “I was sent to tell you that he is with another woman.”

Darlene gasped and sat back with her mouth agape. Emotions swam behind her eyes and Diethelm was pleased to see the anxiety he had caused. However he kept her from seeing his pleasure as he continued to show pity and concern.

After a moment of shock, Darlene’s memory of her loving and gentle man she married won over of what Diethelm just told her.

“I don’t believe you!” She retorted. “He is … he is serving our country! I know he is far too busy for such things. Besides, I know he loves me! I know he does!”

She wanted to leave, but found herself unable to move. Helplessly, she found herself staring into his eyes.

“Sit please.” He urged. His voice became deeper and more echoey; she found herself falling into some sort of trance.

Her insides almost turned to jelly. I shouldn’t be afraid,” She scolded herself. Wasn’t Jesus with me? She shook her head, feeling silly all of a sudden. Maybe Diethelm is harmless.

She gave him a weak smile. “Okay.”

Diethelm grinned at her discomfort. “I did not come to seduce you,” He said with a chuckle. Then his look became too serious, his eyes boring into hers. “That would be way too easy.”

She did not like that. There was something about the grin on his face that seemed to be evil. Oh God! Why can’t I leave?

She tried to take the conversation back to relatively safer place. “So why did you come? So you can tell me about my husband?”

Diethelm traced a figure on the tablecloth with his finger. Finally he looked up at her. “He is gone, is he not? Serving the country in some foreign land?”

“So? Listen. Tell me why you really want to see me.”

He reached over and covered her hand with his own.

“I will speak plainly. You have a gift and we are interested.”

She trembled with fear at this remark. She removed her hand; her eyes were wide as she stared at hand.


 As I rode on the bus today, I began to think about new self serve check out lines at Walmart and the library (And I am sure other places have it too)–no one has to wait on you. It is real simple once you figured out how to use it and I have. I also thought about when you go to a food service establishment or any retail business, there will always be people serving you ( which they are paid to do.) Even some people have servants working for them  who are called maids and butlers–they serve the rich. It is nice to get service, isn’t it?

But for the Christian, Jesus has called us to serve and not to be served. I am not saying this applies in the natural world. I am talking about Christians serving people…in love.

Jesus said, “I didn’t come to be served but to serve.” He gave us an example to follow in John 13, when we washed his disciples feet. Peter didn’t realize what Jesus was doing. He thought Jesus was serving him, but Jesus told him he didn’t understand. Later Jesus said, “Do you know what I have done to you? You call me  ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord’, and you say well, for so I am If I then your Lord and Teacher have washed your feet, you ought to wash one another feet.” Now I know this is about feet washing, but feet washing is serving one another. Jesus says, “What you have seen me do, you do.”  In other parts of John. Jesus made it clear that he was called to be served. He also said that no student is greater than the teacher. Jesus, our teacher wants to show by example how we should serve others.

The Apostle Paul wrote that we should use our freedom to serve others in love. Gal5:13 “For you brethren, have been called into liberty; only do not use your liberty  as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve another.” Later in the same chapter Paul lists the acts of flesh. If you read through it, you will come across this: “Selfish ambitions.” To me that is doing things for yourself. You think of how to please yourself. Actually that is what anyone does when they act in the flesh–the flesh cares about themselves. Once again, it is the “self serving” attitude. “I want to do what makes ME happy.” As Christians, shouldn’t  we strive to please our spirits?  Gal 6:8 “For he who sow to the flesh will  of the flesh reap destruction, but he who sows to the Spirit will of the spirit reap everlasting life.”

Read over the fruit of the spirits: Love, joy, peace, patience, faithfulness and gentleness, etc (Gal 5:22-23) If you serve on another in love, joy  and or peace, you are sowing to the Spirit. You can’t serve others if you participate in acts of the flesh.

Ask you one question: Are you a Christian? Then the Spirit of Christs lives in you and Jesus said that we can’t do anything without him. He will help us serve one and other as we live for him.Image

Giving Thanks

This year has been  great year so far. With all that has happened to me, I can see God working in my life! He has come through for me!

It began in February when I wanted to apply for a job. I picked up an application and saw it asked for my last physical. It has been ages and I knew I would need one. I just wish I needed one sooner.

Some might think I would not be thankful for a tumor. I wasn’t. I hated the bulge in my uterus and it has caused me so many health problems, but as Paul wrote,  that we should give thanks IN our circumstances! I was. I thanked god for coming through for me when I couldn’t afford the surgery–He has provided. I am thankful for a doctor who is caring and understanding and has given me something I never had: a doctor/patient relationship. I knew when my regular doctor assigned me to him, it was because eh was one of the doctors who is a provider of County Medical Service Program. Initially I had hoped for a female gynecologist, but God placed me with a male one.

I don’t have to be grateful for losing my Uterus but I can be thankful that all those symptoms are gone and I look a little flatter. Besides, God is going to give me a new uterus. I just have to believe. He gave me his word in the scriptures (Psalm113:9) and confirmed it through two others. (Every matter should be established through 2 or 3 witnesses) These two others didn’t know God gave me His word.

So this is my thanks. I know when Thanksgiving comes, I have a lot more to be thankful for.Image




Hello fellow bloggers and welcome to  Autumn blessings blog hop 2013.

We will do something different: Each of us where blog about what we are grateful for. It can be a poem, an essay or just your thoughts. Or if you feel a little more creative, write a short story on your blog. This blog last a week long so you have time. Just let us know when it is published, and the rest of will visit. Incidentally, don’t be intimidated by the theme. Even if you are only feel lucky, you can still be grateful.

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