tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81130390076433696032024-02-20T12:46:44.500-08:00Writers' RestA place to sit a while -- learn and share -- as you navigate through life to your eternal home in Heaven.Molly Noble Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811325552308982572noreply@blogger.comBlogger576125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-75094441506275006082021-05-04T18:24:00.000-07:002021-05-04T18:24:01.647-07:00When the Cowboy Rides Away<a href="https://www.amazon.com/When-Cowboy-Rides-Molly-Noble-ebook/dp/B08Y5RQZV6"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWrh74NdFAHz4ZQ6XUlLTmkVCK7ngf7J9L12XAk9ZrAP-bNd9geWW8pvoW3WVaDcIT9z3bZFmLLT3tq5NeUX6gvI6RWPpj4auhdjzZ6ySSREZszGsPeXo1356oTAD2Av4uF7ppfw7v7c/s2048/WTCRA+-+Front+Cover.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: left; float: left;"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWrh74NdFAHz4ZQ6XUlLTmkVCK7ngf7J9L12XAk9ZrAP-bNd9geWW8pvoW3WVaDcIT9z3bZFmLLT3tq5NeUX6gvI6RWPpj4auhdjzZ6ySSREZszGsPeXo1356oTAD2Av4uF7ppfw7v7c/s320/WTCRA+-+Front+Cover.jpg"/></a></div></a>
I'm back--with big writing news to share. My novel <i>When the Cowboy Rides Away</i> has a new publisher and a new cover, but both versions are exactly the same. If you read the old version, you read the new version, too. Let me know what you think. Below is the original cover so you will know whether or not you already read the book. By the way, <i>When the Cowboy Rides Away</i> won two contests for published authors after the first version was published, and that information is posted in the new version.
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Maggie Gallagher, twenty-one, runs the Gallagher Ranch in South Texas and has raised her little sister and orphaned nephew since her parents and older sister died. No wonder she can’t find time for romance!
When the Cowboy Rides Away opens two years after Maggie loses her family members. Out for a ride with her sister, she discovers Alex Lancaster, a handsome cowboy, shot and seriously wounded, on her land. Kind-hearted and a Christian, Maggie nurses him back to health despite all her other chores.
How could she know that Alex has a secret that could break her heart?
When the Cowboy Rides Away won the 2016 Texas Association of Authors contest in the Christian western category. In the same year, When the Cowboy Rides Away also placed in the Will Rogers Medallion Award in the Inspirational Western Fiction category.
"A sweet western romance novel set in South Texas, 1880. I enjoyed the sassy and competent Maggie Gallagher who cares for two orphan children, relations of hers. The complication when Alex Lancaster is found wounded and with a memory loss pulls two strong-willed but likeable characters together. Struggles with witchcraft and intrigues combine with believable relationship conflicts. They must deal with suspicion and mistrust issues when secret, unhappy pasts clash. Good pacing of development of relationships. Appreciated the surprise twist."
~<b> Janet Chester Bly</b>, author and co-author of 32 fiction and nonfiction books
"Molly Noble Bull produces another western novel that is so authentic I felt as if I were there in South Texas. I’ve been there a number of times, and she has the setting perfect. I loved the characters who tugged at my heartstrings throughout the story, and I kept turning pages to find out how it would all end."
~ <b>Lena Nelson Dooley</b>, award-winning, best-selling author of over 30 booksTeresa Slackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649279446549391739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-1359525008182366962017-08-30T11:28:00.000-07:002017-08-30T11:28:10.062-07:00God Bless You, Texas<div class="MsoNormal">
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<i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Texas,</span></i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> <i>Our</i> <i>Texas</i> is the title of
our state song, and it tells a lot about Texas and Texans—about the kind of
people we are and have always been. I live in the ranching area of my state
near Corpus Christi where some of the biggest ranches in the country, if not
the world, are located. But <i>Corpus</i> <i>Christi</i> is a seaside city on Corpus
Christi Bay. <i>Rockport</i> is a small but
beautiful seaside town north of Corpus. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I live is southwest of Corpus and was on the south side of Hurricane Harvey or
the back end of the storm, meaning we didn’t get the blunt of the storm <i>this</i> <i>time</i>.
However in the past, my area has been on the north side, the front end, of the
high winds and heavy rains connected with dangerous storms; so we know first
hand what Houston and other parts of our state are experiencing now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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a few exceptions, Texans are known for their friendliness, big hearts, and
strong faith in the God of the Bible. I would like to end this message with
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Our Texas! All hail the mighty state! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Our Texas! So wonderful so great! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Molly Noble Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811325552308982572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-24967183594043896722017-08-17T05:58:00.000-07:002017-08-17T07:52:12.900-07:00Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So.. <div class="MsoNormal">
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Molly Noble Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811325552308982572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-52155357647678297972017-06-04T13:26:00.000-07:002017-06-04T13:36:05.350-07:00Chicken and Dumplings<div class="MsoNormal">
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I was a child and a young adult living at home with my parents, I especially
liked that particular meal, and I assumed that everybody else liked it too. But
apparently, not everyone likes chicken and dumplings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bible says that the true church is the Bride of Jesus Christ and that when
Jesus returns to earth at the second coming, he will marry the true church, and
they will live happily ever after—in eternity—a place called heaven. Knowing
this, is it any wonder that women like to read and write romance novels with forever
after endings? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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marriage is the blending of two different families into one new and often
unique family, and in order to make this new family work, many if not most
brides and brides-to-be spend time before and after the wedding learning what her
groom likes and what he doesn’t. The same is true with the church. The true
church spends time reading and studying the scriptures in order to learn what
the Lord likes and what He doesn’t like. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bull is my earthly husband, and we have been married for many years. But like
the church that is the bride of Christ, I had to learn what Charlie liked and
didn’t like as a newly married bride. Sometimes, these lessons can be painful. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and I had been married about a year when I decided to fix chicken and dumplings
for supper. It was a meal favorite in my family, and I was sure Charlie was
going to like it too. But when I poured chicken and dumpling onto his plate
that evening, he did not look happy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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looked up at me and frowned. “This is nothing but watered-down biscuits.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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couldn’t understand why he was so angry. Until that moment, we had never had a
single disagreement must less an all out argument. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was like two football teams fighting, the Dumplings against the Anti-Dumplings,
and the anti-dumplings won. In the new family that came about as the result of
our marriage, chicken and dumpling were never served in our home, and I doubt
if our children even knew it was a family favorite on my side of the family. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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true church is like that. The bride of Christ learns what her groom likes and
what he doesn’t like from reading and studying the Bible, and not only does she
stop doing the things he doesn’t like, she repents for doing it in the first
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I never served chicken and dumplings in our home again, I have ordered it at restaurants,
and it doesn’t taste as good as I remember it tasting when Mama cooked it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of romance novels that women like, two of my Christian romances were published
in May 2017. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The first one, <b>The</b> <b>Secret</b> <b>Admirer</b> <b>Romance</b> <b>Collection</b>, is a collection of 9 historical novellas by 9 different authors. My novel is titled “Too Many Secrets.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">titled </span><b style="font-size: 14pt;">Cinderella</b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><b style="font-size: 14pt;">Texas</b><span style="font-size: 14pt;">, a modern
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">South Texas where we live today.</span></div>
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see all my books and learn about them, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">click here. <a href="http://bit.ly/mollynoblebull">http://bit.ly/mollynoblebull</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Molly Noble Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811325552308982572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-17918526090671583262017-05-26T07:30:00.002-07:002017-05-26T10:59:21.860-07:00PIPPA MIDDLETON MARRYS HEDGE FUND MANAGER<div class="MsoNormal">
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have always told me that I am a funny lady—that I make people laugh. But as any
writer will tell you, humor is hard to write. One man’s funny is another man or
women’s corny, silly, stupid.</span></div>
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Cinderella Texas, my soon to be published western romance is a little scary. Is
it another Christian Gothic like Gatehaven where my setting was a haunting
mansion in England? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Cinderella Texas made me laugh as I was writing it. But were readers going to
like my kind-of-funny novels? As I was watching Fox News and reading about the
wedding of Kate Middleton’s sister, Pippa, in a line of updates at the bottom
of the screen, I read it like this. Pippa Middleton weds Hedge Fund Manager. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Or Hedge Fund. Or Hedge F. Manager. What a terrible name for a romantic hero
any way you write it—much less the name of the husband of someone as lovely as
Pippa Middleton. I’m so glad that Hedge’s real name is James Matthews. It’s more
heroic and romantic, too, than Hedge Fund Manager. But then, what do I know? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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read the first chapter of Cinderella Texas, go to my website. <a href="http://www.mollynoblebull.com/">www.mollynoblebull.com</a> <a href="http://www.mollynoblebull.com/">www.mollynoblebull.com</a><a href="http://bit.ly/mollynoblebull">http://bit.ly/mollynoblebull</a>Scroll down
and click Molly’s Free Downloads, and while you are there, check out The Secret
Admirer Romance Collection and my novella in that collection, “Too Many
Secrets.” It’s funny too—or corny. You
decide. To see all my books, click here. <a href="http://bit.ly/mollynoblebull">http://bit.ly/mollynoblebull</a>
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That’s me in the wedding dress on the arm of my late father, waiting to walk down the aisle. I don’t own a picture of Pippa in hers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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chapters now at </span><a href="http://www.mollynoblebull.com/" style="font-size: 14pt;">www.mollynoblebull.com</a><span style="font-size: 14pt;">
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">What is TOO MANY SECRETS about? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.6667px;">Abigail Willoughby hides her feeling for Luke Conquest, the handsome cowboy who introduced her to her mail-order-husband. How could she had guessed that her future husband was ninety years old? </span></div>
Molly Noble Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811325552308982572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-49110460365828866032017-04-26T05:06:00.000-07:002017-04-26T05:27:56.804-07:00I'm the One With Gray Hair. <div class="MsoNormal">
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suffer from a come-and-go digestive problem that sometimes requires medication,
and yesterday, I went to the drive-in window of the local pharmacy to pick up
my refilled prescription. As I was driving off, I noticed that my name was not
written on the little white sack with the medicine in it. The last name was
Bull, all right, but the first name wasn’t Molly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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drove around the block and returned to the pharmacy, but this time, I had to
wait in line. When I finally got to the window, I grinned at the lady I’d
talked to the first time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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back,” I said, holding up the little white sack. “You gave me the wrong
medicine. This is for someone else. I’m the one with gray hair.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we receive medicine, truths, really meant for someone else. The Lord seemed to be
showing me that when that happens, we are expected to turn around, return the
medicine, and go home. I think I learn the most about God when I am given bad
tasting medicine really meant for someone else. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Secret Admirer Romance Collection is a collection of nine novellas by nine
different authors, and my novella is titled “Too Many Secrets.” <a href="http://bit.ly/mollynoblebull">http://bit.ly/mollynoblebull</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Molly Noble Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811325552308982572noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-51477925241652887422017-04-15T17:34:00.000-07:002017-04-15T17:34:01.176-07:00What do you have to offer the world?posted by <a href="http://www.teresaslack.com">Teresa Slack</a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8yrx2JEaZ0NyQQAS8207pIfE6qavS4GqGgK5nrajWi5hY1jMpp5rq4NDz-58Qa8nJ1gUUkfcWQhGnlAJu0kf6BbUxI5ZBsiBlNV6S6OyGOu1DFKWGrZlQnqyT6kn1o6S02vLJIwY9Po/s1600/blog+teacher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8yrx2JEaZ0NyQQAS8207pIfE6qavS4GqGgK5nrajWi5hY1jMpp5rq4NDz-58Qa8nJ1gUUkfcWQhGnlAJu0kf6BbUxI5ZBsiBlNV6S6OyGOu1DFKWGrZlQnqyT6kn1o6S02vLJIwY9Po/s320/blog+teacher.jpg" width="320" height="217" /></a></div>Most of us don’t think of ourselves as an expert at anything. We haven’t discovered anything or invented anything or cured anything. We haven’t built a business that employs millions or solved a great problem facing humankind. We downplay our abilities since they’re not that impressive. After all, almost anyone can balance a checkbook or raise kids or even write a blog post. We keep our heads down and hope we don't sound like we’re bragging.<br />
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Recently I was asked to speak at a writers’ conference. It's been a long time since I've talked about writing. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've written a whole lot. I believe I do have something to offer writers. I’ve been doing it a while and have met with some success with my published novels. But an expert…I don't know if I'd go that far.<br />
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I almost didn't accept the invitation. I worried I might not have enough to offer that the attendees didn’t already know. Actually, I was afraid. Afraid of not having as good a presentation as the other writers doing workshops. Afraid I’d fall on my face. Afraid everyone would see me as the fraud I thought I was. <br />
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Aren't those dumb reasons for not doing something I love? <br />
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No matter your interests or abilities or experience or natural talent, you have something to offer that can benefit or impact someone. Don't let fear or the thought that you're a phony or not as good as you think you are keep you from doing what you enjoy and from being a being a blessing to others. We tell ourselves we’re not that funny or talented or experienced. Consequently, we do nothing. Who suffers when we make that choice?<br />
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Not only are we hurting ourselves by not stretching our wings and doing what we enjoy, we are also hurting the people we don’t help. Vanity is sometimes disguised as fear. The fear we experience when doing something outside our comfort zone is vanity. No one wants to fall on their face in front of witnesses. But not doing something helpful or beneficial to others because of selfish reasons is vanity.<br />
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No matter how minimal you believe your talents, someone can benefit from learning them. Even if you think everyone knows how to bake a chocolate chip cookie or housebreak a puppy or sew on a button, you will come across someone who needs your advice on the subject. I am sure there are also bigger things, too, in which you have experience. <br />
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What are you good at? What are your interests or natural talents? Baking. Organization. Writing. Graphic design. Woodworking. Money management. Animal training. Crafts. Mechanics. Health and beauty. Just to name a few. There is at least one area in which you could help someone else. Probably many, but for the sake of this article, we'll focus on one. Name one thing you could teach someone else. If you share your knowledge & experience with one person, you have possibly enriched them…and yourself.<br />
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Teresa Slackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649279446549391739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-53207696362258259812017-04-05T11:27:00.000-07:002017-04-05T11:34:41.884-07:00Meet the Author, ALEXIS A. GORING <br />
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Molly:</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Alexis, it is great to have you’re here, and I can hardly wait
to learn more about you and your writing. As an only child, playing “Let’s
Pretend” was my favorite game and kept me from being lonely. I believe that
some authors, if not most, are “Let’s Pretenders,” and fiction writing is what
“Let’s Pretenders” do when they grow up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Tell us about you, Alexis, your family and your life. Did you
like to play Let’s Pretend, as a child? If so, how did this influence your
decision to become a writer?</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Oh yes, I loved to play “Let’s Pretend” as a child! I loved to
pretend that I was an actress, singer, model and traveling the world. This
totally influenced my decision to become a writer! My mom is an educator, my
dad works in a hospital and my brother and his wife are professional physical
therapists who earned doctorate degrees. Growing up, my grandparents babysat my
brother and I. It was an impromptu storytelling game created by my grandpa one
day that spurred me to start writing fictional stories. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Molly:</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">What wonderful memories. Like me, you are a Christian author,
making us Sisters-in-Jesus Christ. Tell us about your spiritual life and how
the Lord influenced your writing as well as the person you are today. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">I am a Christian. I believe in Jesus Christ and thank God for
giving me the gift of writing. God led me on the writing career path from a
very young age. I’ve always loved reading and writing and started writing
stories at age 9. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">God affirmed my gift through words from teachers such as my
Bible teacher in high school who told me via a written message in my yearbook
that he hopes that I will continue writing because I have a “tremendous gift.”
The Lord led me to mentors in college and after college who helped me to grow
my gift. Two years ago, He led me to Full Sail University where I earned my MFA
in Creative Writing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">The Lord blessed me with family members who are supportive of my
dream to be a professional writer. All of this influenced who I am today by
growing not only my gift but it also grew my faith in God. This journey that
God is taking me on is also growing my patience as I learn <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Molly:</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">What a blessing. Now, tell us about that novella of yours, <i>A Second</i> <i>Chance</i>.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">It’s a story about characters that are in need of a second
chance in life and love. The story focuses on Marc and Traci who have had their
share of heartbreak in relationships. There’s a spiritual theme of forgiveness
tied in with hope and completed with restoration. My characters <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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learn how to trust God. Ultimately, Traci and Marc learn the meaning of
Jeremiah 29:11. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Pictures on the covers of books are great. But when I decide
whether or not to buy a book at a bookstore, I read page one. Please post the
first part of <i>A Second</i> <i>Chance</i>. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Chapter 1<o:p></o:p></div>
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Knee-deep in debt from wedding expenses, Traci Hightower sighed
as she filed through the credit card statements. She should be married now,
back from her honeymoon in Bali, and settled into her new home with her
husband. Happy. Not single and broke. </div>
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She slapped an envelope
against the desk. Five months of struggling to survive and pay off the debt.
Her meager, entry-level journalist salary didn’t stretch far enough. She’d been
paying her dues for seven years. She rubbed her temples. </div>
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The numbers on the
credit card statement blurred in front of her eyes. </div>
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The doorbell rang. A
little thrill rushed through her. She stood from her cross-legged position on
the floor and hopped over the mess of papers and laundry that decorated her
living room. </div>
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“Who is it?” </div>
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“The woman who gave you
birth.” </div>
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For the first time
today, Traci smiled. She opened the door and reached for a hug from the one
person who never left her hanging. </div>
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“Hi, Mom.”</div>
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Her mom returned her
daughter’s embrace, then dragged her suitcase inside. She glanced around. “Oh,
my.”</div>
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Traci locked her door,
then turned and shrugged. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been looking forward
to this. Can’t you stay for more than two days though?”</div>
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Mom stopped picking up
the bills from the floor and faced her daughter. “No, honey. I’m sorry, but I
need to return home by Wednesday morning. Dad and I have an important meeting
later that day.”</div>
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Traci’s heart dipped.
Mom paused and placed the bills and the stack of paper she’d picked off the
floor on Traci’s kitchen counter. “Oh, sweetie.” She cocooned her daughter in
another embrace. </div>
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Traci snuggled close.
She inhaled the familiar scent of her mother’s favorite perfume. It smelt like
coconut and lime.</div>
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“You always were a
cuddler.” Mom stroked her hair. “Still up to your eyeballs in debt?” </div>
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Traci nodded.</div>
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“Why don’t you let me
and your father help?”</div>
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Traci took a step back
and made eye contact with her mom. </div>
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“We’ve been through
this. I got myself into this mess. I’ll get myself out.” </div>
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Mom smiled. “Your
father and I were talking. We hate to see you struggling.”</div>
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“You don’t exactly live
in a palace either. I know you want to retire soon, and I won’t have you
dipping into that money.”</div>
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Mom reached into her
purse. “Living in the nation’s capital area is expensive.” She rummaged through
her handbag’s contents. “Have you considered moving home?”</div>
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“I can’t do that. I
don’t ever want to live anywhere else. My life and career are here.”</div>
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“How’s that going for
you?”</div>
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Traci picked at her
fingernails. “It could be better.” Better boss, better pay, better office
space. The works.</div>
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Mom nodded as she
retrieved one sealed envelope from her purse. She looked toward Traci’s
kitchen. “Can we make some tea? I’d like to talk with you.”</div>
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“Sure. Come with me.”
Traci reached for the box of peppermint tea bags and got a bottle of honey from
her refrigerator. As she put the kettle on to boil, her mom settled into a
wobbly kitchen chair. She smoothed the creased edges of the envelope. </div>
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Traci poured the hot
water over the tea bags in each mug and the scent of peppermint filled the air.
“Everything okay?”</div>
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“Just thinking, honey.”</div>
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“About what?”</div>
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“Have a seat.”</div>
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“Sure, just let me
allow the tea to steep.” After she placed a plate over each mug and set it
aside, she settled into the chair across from her mom. “What’s up?”</div>
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“I never did like
Greg.”</div>
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Traci traced a ring
stain on the table. “Do we have to talk about my ex-fiancé?”</div>
<div class="msonormalcxspmiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
“Yes, because your
grandfather always trusted my judgment.”</div>
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“So, Grandpa didn’t
like Greg either?”</div>
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“I inherited my
instincts of discernment from him. Speaking of discernment, here.” She pushed
the envelope within Traci’s reach. </div>
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She frowned as she
picked it up and tried to flatten its wrinkles. </div>
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“What’s this?”</div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;"> ~*~</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Molly:</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Thanks, Alexis, and thank you for coming. But before you go,
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Alexis: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Thanks for inviting me to be your guest! Here are the links to
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Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/PennedbyAlex">https://twitter.com/PennedbyAlex</a> </div>
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Website: <a href="http://www.screenwriteralexis.com/">http://www.screenwriteralexis.com</a> </div>
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Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7260528.Alexis_A_Goring">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7260528.Alexis_A_Goring</a> <o:p></o:p></div>
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Molly Noble Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811325552308982572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-67042719358384621552017-03-16T09:24:00.003-07:002017-03-16T09:51:31.858-07:00WHAT'S NEW?<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
by Molly Noble Bull<br />
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I
would like to introduce my friend, fellow author, and proof-editor—Jeanette
Pierce. She has written an interesting article based on the Bible, and as new
as today’s headlines, and you will want to read it. It is just below.</div>
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Jeanette
is a retired high school English teacher, and she has an MA in English with a
minor in psychology. We have partnered on two sets of study guides for
homeschool families based on two of my novels.<br />
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When
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“<b>THERE</b> <b>IS</b> <b>NOTHING</b> <b>NEW</b> <b>UNDER</b> <b>THE</b> <b>SUN</b> “- King Solomon</div>
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Once upon a time an upright man lived in a great
land that he loved with all his heart. But there came a time when men in
authority with a different world view took the people captive from their
beloved land.</div>
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As time passed, people living in the surrounding
area but not having the same pride in their land, let the infrastructure go to
ruins, and the land became ugly, desolate, and unlivable.</div>
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Then one day the man, saddened by the condition of
his homeland, felt he could and must make his homeland great again. First, he
got permission to proceed with the project. Next, he assessed the magnitude of
the problem of both the inner city and the total infrastructure to understand
the task before him. Last, he gathered a collection of the best men to help
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Finally, he and his men were on the job, making
good progress in making his country great again. But alas, soon his enemies
from surrounding areas, not desiring that he succeed in renewing his homeland,
began plotting against him. First, they tried to discourage him by mocking him
and his men. One opposition leader (a governor, no less) mocked him saying his
structures were so weak that a fox could jump on the wall and break it. When
mockery failed to distract them from their task, their opponents resorted to
slander by telling him that rumor had it that he was making the land great
again because he planned to rebel and set himself up as a king figure. They
even tried to draw him away from his team for a supposed meeting, but he
realized their motive was to get him alone and assassinate him, so he sent a
letter declining the invitation. </div>
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After their non-violent attempts failed to stop his
work, the opponents conspired with all the various enemies in the land and
began to physically attack the workers. But their courageous leader wisely
divided his workers into two groups, one to guard the wall and the workers
while the other group worked. The workers finally had to resort to working with
one hand while holding a weapon in the other. But most importantly, prayers
were sent up to the one true God to protect this great leader and his teams
that their enemies would be powerless against them. God heard all the prayers
and protected the workers, and they finished their project ahead of time and
under budget. Their enemies, realizing they were powerless against this great
leader because God was fighting his battles, lost their confidence and gave up.
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This great leader did all the work to make his
country a great nation but took no salary. </div>
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If you have labeled the great leader as President
Trump, the enemies as President Obama and the liberal Left, using Saul
Alinsky’s<i> Rules for Radicals </i>to destroy your great leader, you would be
totally wrong.</div>
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To read a story that has unbelievable similarities
to what is happening in the United States at present, read Nehemiah, chapters
1-6 (Old Testament). The story begins during the reign of Artaxerxes, King of
Persia. His queen is Esther, the beautiful, wise, Jewish heroine who literally
saves her people from destruction. Nehemiah is the king’s cupbearer, meaning he
tastes the king’s wine first. If it has been poisoned, Nehemiah, not the king,
will die. The job requires a trusted person. The modern equivalent would be the
job of the FBI to take a bullet for the president.</div>
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Nehemiah is saddened to the point of weeping
because of the terrible condition in Jerusalem since the Jewish people have
been in captivity in Babylon over 70 years. The city is in ruins, and the walls
have been knocked down and the gates burned. The local enemies, including
governors of the provinces, plot constantly to thwart the efforts of Nehemiah
and his workers. Chapters 4-6 enumerate the various tactics they use against
Nehemiah, which leads me to conclude that Saul Alinsky wasn’t the first to use
his <i>Rules for Radicals. </i>Sanballat and his partners in crime used some of
the same tactics against Nehemiah in 445 B.C. Solomon even said, “there is
nothing new under the sun.” (Ecclesiastes 1:9b) Nehemiah 6:15 states that
Nehemiah and his team completed the wall around Jerusalem in an unprecedented
52 days. And Nehemiah 5:14 states that Nehemiah took no salary during the 12
years of his first term as governor. Does history repeat itself or what!!!</div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Do You Know What Happened On January 22, 1973? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two important events in American history took place on that day. Do you know what they were?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I’ll give you a hint. One was about the life and death of a man. The other was about the life and death of millions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I remember that day well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">By 1973 I had been a pro-life Christian for some time and was a member of a group called <i>The</i> <i>Ad</i>-<i>Hoc</i> <i>Committee</i> <i>in</i> <i>Defense</i> <i>of</i> <i>Life</i>. On January 22, 1973, I was watching our black and white television set when a TV commentator announced that the United States Supreme Court issued a landmark decision, stating that a right to privacy under the due process clause in the Fourteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution extends to a woman’s right to have an abortion. I was devastated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I needed to talk to someone—share what I’d just heard. In my rush to phone Alice, my pro-life friend, I didn’t even bother to turn off the TV set. I just dialed her number, weeping as I explained what had just happened—that Roe vs. Wade was now the law of the land.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The stories about the death of the 36<sup>th</sup> President of the United States were on the front pages of every newspaper in the country the next morning. Roe vs. Wade was considered of lesser importance and was pushed to perhaps page ten. However, the future death of millions of unborn children was the big story for that day and any day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">As a result, I helped start two pro-life organizations, marching and speaking up for life. According to the Bible, we are being righteous judges when we speak up for those that cannot speak for themselves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Speak up for people who cannot speak for themselves. Protect the rights of all who are helpless. Speak for them and be a righteous judge. Protect the rights of the poor and needy. Proverbs 31: 8-9. (Good News Bible)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Heaven Father, give us ears to hear the cries of those who cannot speak for themselves and the hands and hearts to protect the rights of the poor, the needy and the helpless. In the blessed name of Jesus. Amen and amen. </span></div>
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Molly Noble Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811325552308982572noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-9784093569371094262016-05-14T08:58:00.000-07:002016-05-14T08:58:38.777-07:00The Best Writing Advice I Ever Received<i><b>Posted by Teresa Slack</b></i><br />
Nearly every time I speak to a book club or writers’ group I am asked a variation of the following question--What’s the best writing advice you ever received? I’ve received plenty of advice and inspiration over the years. But the best is often the simplest.<br />
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This advice came from country music singer Toby Keith. He said; “You can’t tell a writer to write better. You can only tell them to write more.”<br />
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Not exactly rocket science, but for me it was spot on. <i>Don’t write better. Write more</i>.<br />
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Regardless of our abilities or experience, there’s no excuse for not writing more. Even if it’s garbage and most of it will be edited into oblivion, we can still do it. <br />
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Imagine your doctor said you needed brain surgery. You could schedule with the guy fresh out of school who knew all the latest techniques and innovations. You would be his first patient. Or you could have the one who performed your type of surgery every day, and she was known throughout the country for her skills and experience.<br />
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You can choose whomever you want, but let me tell you, I’d pick the one who did my surgery every day. <br />
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I don’t know about you, but I am my own biggest roadblock for not writing more. Or should I say my doubts, fear—and dare I say it—laziness are my biggest roadblocks. But they shouldn’t keep me from finishing the stories I believe I’m called to write. <br />
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Whether it’s the story idea that’s been pestering you for years, the article you should’ve written last week, or the blog post you’ve put off for too long, write it. Don’t worry that it’s too long or too short or not original enough. Don’t wonder if anyone will like it or if the market will support it. Write it. And don’t write better. Write more.<br />
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What about you? What’s the best writing advice you ever received? Share it here and let us encourage one another.<br />
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a Christian Republican, I am NOT part of what some call The Establishment. In
fact, I am far from it. I am a pro-life, pro-family constitutional voter who
was once, years ago, a southern democrat.</span></div>
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prayed that the Lord would send us Christian candidates to get this country out
of the mess we are in, and He did. In my opinion, the Republicans had some
excellent candidates early on, and then Donald Trump got in the race. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">To
be honest, I liked some of the things Donald said he was for in the beginning.
But that all changed when he went after Megan Kelly. The name-calling began to
get under my skin after that, reminding me of every playground bully I ever
knew in elementary school, and with each new insult I liked Donald a little
less. I became worried when I realized that I was beginning to dislike him more
than the democrats. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Carson said that Donald Trump was two men. But a two-headed leader never works
for me because you never know which head is speaking. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I
woke up early this morning, and since I couldn’t go back to sleep, I found
myself thinking up ugly names to define Donald Trump. I repented for my wrong thinking. Does Donald repent for his? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">In the New Testament of the Bible, Saul
was a bad guy who hated Christians, but God turned him into a good guy,
changing his name to Paul—also known as Saint Paul. May the Lord turn all our
Sauls into Pauls, and save our country now and for generations to come.</span></div>
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this point in time, I cannot vote for Donald, if he is the candidate, and I
will not vote for a democrat. But I will vote for all the other Republican
candidates. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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don’t know why other women don’t like Donald. I can only speak for myself. But
I am praying for him, and will continue to do that—right up until Election Day and beyond. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">P,S., I voted for Ted Cruz in the Texas primary, and as a published Christian novelist, I am endorsing him now as our future President of the United States. </span><br />
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me. Words have hurt you. Unkind words have hurt just about everybody. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Donald Trump defines people by calling them one of his now famous acid names.
Every time he does it, I remember back when someone treated me unkindly, and I
don’t want to remember those events. Nobody does. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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am a mom, a grandmother and former elementary and early childhood teacher, and I
find myself constantly wishing I could wash Donald’s mouth out with soap or
send him to the “time out” corner for his childish behavior. I am also a
Christian. As a Christian, I forgave those who said or did something unkind to
me and pray for them in the name of Jesus. But what of those who fail to
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you spell <i>stirring</i> <i>up</i> <i>anger</i>?
If I am an example, The Donald stirs up anger almost daily, and I don't like getting angry. That is not who I am. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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has promised to become presidential once he gets the nomination. I hope he
means it. But how can we know for sure? Can you imagine sitting on the edge of
your chair each night, watching the evening news and waiting to hear what evil
name the Donald called some world leader or his wife that day?</span></div>
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don’t know about you, but my husband and I didn’t vote for Donald Trump in the Texas
primary. Words hurt, and though none of the Republican candidates are perfect, only
one has an acid tongue. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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1, 2016 – Molly Noble Bull has won first place in the 2016 Texas Association of
Authors Award, <b>Christian</b> <b>Western</b> <b>Category</b>, for her novel, <b><i>When</i></b><i> <b>the</b> <b>Cowboy</b> <b>Rides</b> <b>Away, </b></i>published by Elk Lake
Publishing. The Texas Association of Authors is an organization whose focus is
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romantic, inspirational western novel set on a cattle ranch in South Texas in
1880, and the e-book version will be on sale at Amazon for 99 cents, starting on March 15, 2016. </div>
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All entrants in the Texas Association of Authors contest must
live in the state of Texas. Molly’s Texas pedigree is impressive. Her father
and grandfather were ranch foreman—real Texas cowboys—and she spent part of her
growing-up years on a sixty-thousand acre cattle ranch in South Texas where <i>When the Cowboy Rides Away</i> is set.</div>
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genres, both fiction and non-fiction. In addition to western romance, she’s
also written Christian gothic historic romance, adventure stories, humor, and stories
for children. Molly is a wife, mother, grandmother, and former elementary and
early childhood teacher.</span></div>
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You can explore Molly’s books on Amazon and Goodreads, and you find her
website at mollynoblebull.com. Molly is a member of American Christian Fiction
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an interview, contact Molly at </span>mollyb83@sbcglobal.net<span style="background: white;">.</span></div>
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“Molly
Noble Bull produces another western novel that is so authentic I felt as if I
were there in south Texas. I’ve been there a number of times, and she has the
setting perfect. I loved the characters who tugged at my heartstrings
throughout the story, and I kept turning pages to find out how it would all
end.” <b>Lena Nelson Dooley</b>, award-winning,
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sweet western romance with good pacing of relationship development. I
appreciated the surprising twist!” <b>Janet
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I spent part of my growing up years on a cattle ranch in South Texas much like the one mentioned in my new western historical, When the Cowboy Rides Away. Scroll down, read the first chapter and let me know what you think. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“Well, can you get that
pony of yours to move a little faster? We need to go on out to the cemetery,
leave our flowers, and rush right home. A caller will probably be waiting for
us at the house when we get back.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mexico—and it was almost always windy there. In fact wind and South Texas were
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could reach 100 degrees. Her aunt often said that South Texas was the only spot
on earth where the wind could be hot, even in the shade. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">She loosened the bow under
her chin and pushed back her blue-flowered bonnet. She might as well sit back
in the saddle and enjoy herself. It was obvious Sarah was in no hurry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maggie thought about the
dust cloud she’d seen. She wasn’t expecting visitors. But since company
appeared to be on the way, she hoped it was Roger. He’d said he might ride into
town. On the way back to his place, he often stopped by the Gallagher Ranch to
leave Maggie the mail he picked up for her, and she was hoping for a letter
from Aunt Violet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">*** <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">He’d watered his horse in
a creek with only a trickle of water in it and crossed a bridge. Now, Alex
Lancaster guided his black stallion through thick brush, leaving a trail of
dust and sand behind. He had to find Dee. Until he did, nothing else mattered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">But his horse needed rest.
The animal wouldn’t hold up much longer without it, and he’d pushed him
relentlessly since he rode north from the border, stopping at creeks and lakes
when he found them, sleeping and then moving on again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Now he wasn’t sure exactly
where he was. The entry gate said Ranch Headquarters, One Mile, but it didn’t
include the name of the ranch. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">He thought the ranch he
was searching for was at least fifty or so miles north of here, but as long as
he was in the area, he might as well stop and check. At the least he could
water his horse again, and maybe the ranch owner would give him directions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Alex could barely see the
outline of a two-story house in the distance, but that was enough to keep him
moving forward. He would talk to the folks at the headquarters, cool off for a
while, and then head out and keep going until he found her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">But would she let him
explain what happened? Would Dee be able to forgive him? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Alex blinked, sucking in
his breath. Would he ever forgive himself? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">*** <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maggie looked back. Sarah
kicked her pony with the heels of her black boots, and the paint horse broke
into a light trot. At ten Sarah Ann Gallagher was eleven years younger than
Maggie. Yet she still wasn’t as comfortable on a horse as Maggie had been at
six, nor was she as handy in the kitchen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maggie glanced at the
clump of spring flowers clutched in Sarah’s hand. The bouquet looked slightly
wilted despite the colorful blossoms. “Sarah, don’t drop your flowers.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“I won’t.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“Good. We’ll need them if
we expect to put some on each of the graves.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Turning her attention from
Sarah, Maggie saw that the dust cloud was bigger now. She squinted for a better
look. Was she imagining things, or was that a rider on a black horse? Roger
didn’t own a black horse as far as she knew. Whoever was coming sure wasn’t
him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">*** <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Alex wished he’d bought a
straw hat before heading north; his felt one made his head feel even hotter.
Sweat poured down his forehead. He pulled out a white cloth and wiped his face
and neck, but it wasn’t so easy to wipe away memories of what happened in
Brownsville, Texas. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">He could still see Dee in
her white wedding dress and veil, standing beside him in front of God, Pastor
Garza, and a few other people. The joy he felt at Dee’s cottage in Brownsville
on their wedding day would have lasted a lifetime if the pastor had been a real
one instead of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Joe Garza was no more a man of God
than Alex was a millionaire. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Alex knew that common-law
marriages were legal in Texas because of the lack of preachers on the frontier,
so in the eyes of the law, Alex and Dee were
married. But Dee would never be satisfied with anything less than a Christian
marriage; neither would Alex. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Alex was no lawman, but
he’d thought he was a good judge of character—until Garza robbed a bank in
Brownsville the day after the wedding. That was when Alex learned the truth
about Joe Garza. Alex got so riled up when he discovered that Joe only
pretended to be a minister, the bank robbery was the last straw in the hat.
Alex had to go after him—lawman
or not—and bring the crook to justice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">His jaws firmed just
thinking about it. He’d trusted the man and encouraged Dee to trust him. But
plainly their marriage wasn’t legal in the true sense. Once he realized that,
he’d followed the fake preacher-turned-outlaw across the Rio Grande River. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Unknown to Garza, Alex hid
in the brush while Garza buried the money. Later, after Alex reburied it, he
searched the streets of the Mexican village for Garza. But he didn’t find him
until that night when the outlaw came out of a cantina. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Alex rubbed the small scar
on his chin as he recalled that fateful night. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Lively music had blared
from inside the Cantina. A soft glow came from the lamps that lined the front
of the white structure. Garza, in ragged trousers and wearing a wide sombrero,
held a bottle in one hand. He’d stumbled around, no doubt from too much whiskey.
Then he turned, saw Alex, and threw the bottle at him. Alex ducked. Garza
pulled a knife from his belt. A fight followed. Alex’s nose was bloodied, but
he avoided the knife except for a small cut on his chin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">The next thing Alex knew,
he and Garza were incarcerated. Alex was thankful they were put in different
cells and later in different prisons; otherwise, one or both of them might not
have survived three years in a Mexican jail. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Alex had wanted to write
to Dee while he was in prison, to explain everything and let her know he
intended to return to her. But he wasn’t allowed to write Dee so much as one
letter. Inmates in Mexican jails had no rights, not even American prisoners who
were innocent. Now more than ever he had
to find Dee and make amends. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Alex squinted straight
ahead. The house was a little closer now but still some distance away. It stood
on a rise and looked shiny-white in the blinding Texas sun. He wanted it to be
Dee’s home, but it wasn’t, not this far south. In any case, Alex sensed that he
had another problem. Someone was watching him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">He gazed around and didn’t
see anybody. Still, he felt that somebody was out there. He knew ranchers
didn’t take kindly to strangers on their land; whoever owned the white house
wouldn’t either. He could get shot for trespassing, especially after nosing
around that cabin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Alex entered a plowed
field. A feeling of foreboding shot through him. He pulled back slightly on his
reins and looked over his shoulder. Had he seen something he shouldn’t have
when he rode over and took a look at the wire fence and then the cabin? Was he
being followed now? Or was he just spooked from spending three long years
behind bars? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">*** <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">The black horse and rider
Maggie saw earlier seemed to vanish in a burst of cutting wind that whipped the
sandy soil all around them. Blinded for a moment, Maggie wiped her eyes and
brushed away grains of the whitish sand sticking to her lips. As she opened her
mouth to remind Sarah not to hold the stems so tightly, a gunshot reverberated
off to their left. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Both horses shied. Sarah
grabbed her saddle horn to keep from falling off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“What was…what was
that?" Sarah asked in a shaky voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maggie jerked around in
the saddle, gazing off in the direction from which the rifle blast came. Dust
hovered just above the brush-line. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“Don’t worry.” Maggie
tried to feign a calm response. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">She wouldn’t tell her
little sister they might have plenty to worry about. The shot came from the
same direction as the dust cloud. If somebody was shooting on Gallagher land,
Maggie wanted to know about it. It appeared the gun was fired from the other
side of a group of small trees. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">One of their ranch hands
plowed that part of the ranch yesterday, but Maggie didn’t know who might be
there now. The trees obstructed her view. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“It’s probably one of our
cowboys shooting at a rattlesnake or something,” Maggie said after a long
pause. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">She couldn't share with
her little sister that the gunman couldn’t be any of their ranch hands. With
the exception of an elderly cowboy they called Big Lupe, all their men were
working cattle on a different part of the ranch now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">The dust cloud moved away
at a rapid speed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“What’s happening?” Sarah
demanded in an unsteady voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“Don’t worry. Everything’s
going to be fine.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maggie was tempted to grab
hold of the reins Sarah held and lope back to the house, pulling her sister and
the pony behind her. But someone could be hurt out there and in need of help.
She couldn’t leave without knowing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“Why don’t you stay here?”
Maggie suggested. “I’ll ride over there and see what’s going on.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Sarah’s eyes widened and
her face paled. “Please don’t! Do you expect me to stay here all alone?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“I thought you could for a
minute while—” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Sarah shook her head. “No!
Take me with you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maggie took a deep breath
and released it. “All right, but stay behind me.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">They hadn’t traveled more
than fifty feet through the tall grass when Sarah trotted Short Legs up beside
her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“Maggie,” she whispered,
“do you really think somebody shot a rattlesnake out there?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maggie hesitated then
decided to speak the truth. “No, I don’t. And don’t you make a sound.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Sarah whimpered. But
Maggie didn’t have time to stop and comfort her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">They skirted the trees;
then Maggie saw something, though she
wasn’t sure what. A dark object lay in the plowed field beyond the tall grass.
It looked too big to be a coyote or a newborn calf. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“What is it?” Sarah
whispered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“I don’t know yet.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">The moment she said it,
Maggie knew that what she saw was a man in dark-colored clothes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Sarah gasped as if she
came to the same realization. “Is he dead?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“I’m not sure.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maggie’s heart pounded so
loud she imagined Sarah could hear it. She knew better than to become involved
in unknown situations, especially with her little sister at her side. Hadn’t
her late parents warned her time and again about something like this? But as a
Christian she couldn’t leave a wounded man out there in the open. Without
attention the poor stranger could die. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maggie dismounted slowly,
handing her reins to Sarah. “You stay right here. And don’t try to follow me
over there when I’m not looking, hear?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Sarah nodded. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maggie’s hands shook so
much she had difficulty unhooking her small quirt from her saddle horn. If only
she’d thought to bring a rifle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Taking control, she
gripped the thin leather whip firmly. She’d only planned to be away from the
ranch house for a short time, and her late father’s pistol and rifle were heavy
and burdensome. She’d left them behind. She would never leave the house unarmed
again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">The braided leather quirt
wasn’t much, but it was the only weapon she had. She felt slightly more
confident and crept forward then glanced back at her sister. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“If anything bad happens,”
Maggie said, “I mean real bad,
I want you to hightail it back to the house and ring the bell. Promise?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“I promise.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“I’m counting on you,
Sarah Ann.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Terror rose in Maggie’s
throat at the thought of what she might find if she moved any closer. After
what happened that day five years earlier, approaching any man she didn’t know
tied her insides in knots. And there was no way of knowing if this man was dead
or alive—or dangerous. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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part of a secure person; her role in life demanded it. She was responsible for
rearing Sarah and Jon Anthony, her late sister’s child. But inside where no one
could see, Maggie was soft like melted butter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the man on the ground and started walking toward him again. Her heart slammed
against her ribs with each step. Out of the corner of her eye, she combed the
pasture for any strange movements that might indicate a gunman lurking in the area.
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the ground nearby. She took another step, and they scattered. Maggie jumped as
if she hadn’t expected it to happen. The rustle and white flash of their wings
when they soared upward startled her a second time. She looked around
cautiously before going on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the Cowboy Rides Away, my Christian western with a touch of romance—published
by Elk Lake, is available for free via Kindle Unlimited, and the e-book version
is on sale for 99 cents until Tuesday, January 5, 2016, when the novel will sell
for a little over nine dollar again. But if you decide to buy the paperback
version instead, I promised not to try and stop you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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your homeschooler, 13 and over, looking for exciting inspirational reads for
lit class? Author Molly Noble Bull teamed up with Jeanette Pierce, a retire
English teacher, to produce two packages of books for home school families based on her novels that you
and your family are going to like. One click and you can sample them at Molly’s
Free Downloads. But you will have to wait a minute or two until they are downloaded</span></div>
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Molly Noble Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08811325552308982572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113039007643369603.post-43166735882703183272015-12-24T09:41:00.000-08:002016-05-01T12:07:58.524-07:00POLITICALLY CORRECT VS. BIBLICALLY CORRECT<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Without realizing it, I played the devil’s advocate at a Bible Study group I attended. We will call one of the group leaders Tom, and Tom said something that opened my eyes
to a Bible truth I might never have recognized in any other way. Then the Lord
brought a scripture to my mind that changed my thinking forever. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I am a former elementary school teacher, and as mothers and teachers know, children and some adults can be a little sarcastic at times. I mentioned that fact in front of a group of believers when discussing the best way to reply to a troubling message that Tom got from a friend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">First, I suggested that he be especially kind and
gentle when writing the letter. “Don’t use the word <u>you</u> in an accusing
way,” I said. “Say something like “in my opinion” etc.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">And Tom said something like “Then it’s okay to have
different opinions as if both opinions are correct—as if good and evil are one
and the same?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Then the Lord reminded me of Matthew
chapter seven and verse 5 in the King James. In that scripture, Jesus used the
term </span><i style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Thou</i><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><i style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Hypocrite</i><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> in his teaching. The term </span><i style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">O generation</i><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><i style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">of</i><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><i style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">vipers</i><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> is also found in Matthew 3:7,
12:34, 23:33 and Luke 3:7, KJV.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">It is good to be gentle and kind when discussing most topics. Everybody dislikes a bully. But I was too politically correct. What I learned in
Bible Study last night is that I must be kind and gentle but also become Biblically correct; say it like
it is with regard to scripture whether someone is offended by what I say or not. That is now my advice
to all true Believers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Forget political correctness when telling the Good
News of Jesus Christ. Say what needs to be said to the generation of vipers
before it is too late. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">When
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Secret Place, <a href="http://bit.ly/secretplacebook">http://bit.ly/secretplacebook</a>.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.mollynoblebull.com/">www.mollynoblebull.com</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Blog:
<a href="http://writersrest.blogspot.com/">http://writersrest.blogspot.com</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Who's</span></i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> <i>Sorry</i> <i>Now</i> is the title of
a popular song recorded by Connie Frances back in 1958. But for me and perhaps
other Christians, the title has another meaning. I’m talking about repentance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was raised in a liberal, mainline denominational church but back when sin was a
big deal—back when bad was bad and good was good. In fact, we always repeated
word-for-word from the prayer book what was called the General Confession
(confession of sin) before taking Holy Communion/The Lord’s Supper. So I got in
the habit of repenting of my sins at an early age. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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after I married and my husband and I joined an evangelical church, I noticed
that sin didn’t appear to be as serious a mistake as it had been at my previous
church. The church seemed to be saying that repentance came before salvation,
but after salvation, it was optional. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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your sins were forgiven—past, present and future. I can and do believe that
because the Bible says so, and I believe the Bible. Nevertheless, I continued
to repent of my daily sins at my new church—24/7, and I am still doing it
today. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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it habit, if you like. I call it love and respect for the LORD and his only
begotten son, Jesus. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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are in a marriage relationship with their future spouse, Jesus, and I think we
should think of that relationship like marriage between one man and one woman.
When wives burn dinner, husbands often take the family out for a meal at a restaurant,
and most wives tell their husbands they are sorry for burning the meal even
though they aren’t required to do so via the marriage license. It is simply the
kind and polite thing to do, and it shows love and respect for the husband. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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you imagine a proper wife thinking or saying, “Okay. I burned supper. But if
you think I am going to say I’m sorry, you have another think coming.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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repent of all my evil thoughts and deeds that are not in line with the God’s views
found in the Holy Bible because I love the Lord and want to please Him, and it
is hard to miss the importance of repentance all through the Bible. I am
especially aware of what the Book of Revelation has to say on the subject. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>which</b> <b>hath</b> <b>power</b> <b>over</b> <b>these</b> <b>plagues</b>: <b>and</b> <b>they</b> <b>repented</b> <b>not</b> <b>to</b> <b>give</b> <b>him</b> <b>glory</b>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Take a look at the cover of my newest western romance novel, <i>When</i> <i>the</i>
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Gallagher, twenty-one, runs the Gallagher Ranch in South Texas, and has raised
her little sister and her nephew since her parents and her older sister died.
No wonder she can’t find time for romance! <b>When</b>
<b>the</b> <b>Cowboy</b> <b>Rides</b> <b>Away</b> by Molly Noble Bull opens two
years after Maggie loses her family members. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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for a ride with her sister, Maggie discovers Alex Lancaster, a handsome cowboy,
shot and seriously wounded on her land. Kind and a Christian, she
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. We got up real early on the morning of
September 11, 2001 because we were going to drive from our home in the Texas Hill Country to
Victoria, Texas, and it was a four hour drive. I was to have one of my knees
replaced on September 12<sup>th</sup>, and we were to go to the hospital in
Victoria and preregister for my surgery as an outpatient. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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decided to pray in tongues except I always sing in tongues instead. The Lord
often deals with me through music, and according to the Bible, He likes for me, for all of us, to sing
praises to Him. So as often happens, the Lord put a tune in
my heart. Sometimes He gives me tunes I never heard previously, but often it is
a hymn I sing in church. On September 11, 2001, God Bless America came into my mind. I thought that was odd. Though it was a song listed in our church hymnal, the Lord had never given me a patriotic song to sing at those times. I sang it anyway, and then we got in the car and started out on our journey. </span></div>
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two hours later, we arrived in San Antonio, and we decided to go into a
convenience store and buy snacks to eat and drink along the way. When we got
back in our car, the cell phone rang. It was from one of our sons with a message. He
was watching TV, and an airplane had hit a tower in New York City. </span></div>
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were stunned. I wondered if we should continue on to Victoria. Did I want to be
in surgery during World War III? But we decided to continue on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we arrived at the hospital in Victoria, everybody was watching TV or praying or
both. I was invited to attend a prayer service on another floor, but I couldn’t.
I had to stay in line to preregister for my surgery. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sing a song. And what were they singing? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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were grieved to the core of their beings on hearing what happened at a church
in Charleston, South Carolina on Wednesday, June 17, 2015. It was especially
meaningful to us because like Christians around the country, my husband and I
also attended a Bible study meeting on that Wednesday night as we normally do
and at approximately the exact time as the one in Charleston. What happened to
our brothers and sisters in Jesus there could have happened to any of us, and
our hearts cry out for those who are hurting—for those who grieve because of
their loss. Let us never forget what happened that night and pray that it never
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> Satan meant what took place at that church
for evil. But God meant it for good. And good has already resulted from it. As
wicked as that shooting was, a nation blinded by color has become
color-blind—at least for now. May the love and forgiveness birthed in
that terrible moment in Charleston continue, spreading to encase the entire
world in the love and peace of God Almighty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> For there is only one true God; there
is no other. His name is God the Father in the name of His only begotten son,
Jesus—the Messiah, the Savior, the Lord and the King of all those who truly
follow Him. May the lessons learned in Charleston about love, forgiveness and
repentance catch fire to encase the entire world—forever and ever more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Mothers,
especially Christian mothers and grandmothers, have a tough job in life. They
want their children and grandchildren to love them. At the same time, they want
them “in that number when the saints come marching in.” In other words, they
want them to go to heaven. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in the state of Maryland on the night of April 27, 2015, a woman, <i>a mother</i>, risk losing the love of her
sixteen-year-old son for the better good. Instead of sparing the rod and
spoiling her child, she did as the Bible says to do. She showed her love for
the boy by smacking him in order to get his attention and turn him in the right
direction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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know. You aren’t to smack a child in the face. I would never do that nor have I ever done such a thing. But she didn’t actullay hurt the boy physically.
The smack was light—meant to teach him right from wrong. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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don’t know the woman’s name. I call her <i>The</i>
<i>Lady</i> <i>in</i> <i>the</i> <i>Yellow</i> <i>Shirt</i>, but I know her heart because she has the heart of a true mother. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">See video: </span><br />
<a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/USA-Update/2015/0428/Mom-of-the-year-Why-a-Baltimore-woman-disciplined-her-son-on-TV-video" style="font-size: 12pt;">http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/USA-Update/2015/0428/Mom-of-the-year-Why-a-Baltimore-woman-disciplined-her-son-on-TV-video</a>heart <br />
This brave lady inspired me to remove my safety net and do as she did—witness to my
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might be years before the son of <i>The</i> <i>Lady</i> <i>in</i>
<i>the</i> <i>Yellow</i> <i>Shirt</i> realizes
that his mother was right all along and that her smacks were labors of love.
But I predict that he <i>will</i> learn this
lesson but maybe not until he has children and grandchildren of his own. Perhaps
on that day, he will thank his mom for loving him enough to risk losing him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Day is coming up, and I vote for <i>The</i> <i>Lady</i> <i>in</i>
<i>the</i> <i>Yellow</i> <i>Shirt</i> for <b>Mother</b> <b>of</b> <b>the</b> <b>Year</b>. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The Bible warns us of false prophets in the form of witchcraft and
other occult practices. But today some churches seldom, if ever, warn their
congregations of these evil practices. As a result, some Christian youths as
well as adults and others crave books and movies about vampires, zombies and occult
witchcraft—books and movies that promote evil while calling it “cool” and
appealing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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people and others interested in dark and evil practices while learning in a
novel format the dangers of the occult according to the Bible. </span><br />
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<i>Study</i> <i>Guide</i> <i>for</i> <i>Teachers</i> and <i>The</i> <i>Gatehaven</i> <i>Study</i> <i>Guide</i> <i>for</i> <i>Students</i>. To find all three books, write
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The
Moon Belongs to Everyone. The Best Things in Life Are Free. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The
first two lines of this message came from a song. The words are by B.G.
DeSylvia and Lew Brown, and the music is by Ray Henderson. And it is so true.
The best things in life are free, but it took me a long time to realize it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. I’m no spring chicken, as they say, but
since I believe I will live to about 103, I’ll be here for a while—unless Jesus
comes before then. That could happen. He could come at any time. The signs are
everywhere. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. I’m a wife, a mother of three grown sons, a
grandmother, a former school teacher, and a published novelist. I am also a
Born Again Christian, and that is the most important thing of all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. Until now, I never felt I should tell
the things I am about to tell. The fact that I am telling things now explains a lot,
and in the days, weeks, months and perhaps years to come, I am going to publish
my bio on the internet for free in blurbs like this one filled with questions, thoughts and
dreams. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. Yes, I said dreams. The Bible says the
following words about dreams in the Book of Joel, chapter 2 and verse 28. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">And
it shall come to past afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh;
and your sons and your daughters shall prophecy, your old men shall dream
dreams, your young men shall see visions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. I am having dreams—perhaps visions. Today I
am finally telling what happened to me on September 11, 2001. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. Today we live in South Texas in the very
town where I was born, but in 2001, we lived in the beautiful Texas Hill
Country. I got up real early on the morning of September 11, 2001 because we
were going to drive from ConCan, Texas to Victoria, Texas, and it was a four
hour drive. I was to have one of my knees replaced on September 12<sup>th</sup>,
and I was to go to the hospital in Victoria and pre-register for my surgery as
an outpatient. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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drive, I wanted to pray. On that morning I decided to pray in tongues except I
always sing in tongues instead. The Lord often deals with me through music, and
He likes for me, for all of us, to sing praises to Him. So as I often do, I
asked the Lord to give me a tune to use in my song. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. Sometimes He gives me tunes I never heard, but often it is a hymn I sing in church or at Bible study. On
September 11, 2001, the tune to God Bless America came into my mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. I thought that was odd. <i>God</i> <i>Bless</i> <i>America</i> was in our church hymnal, but He
had never given me a patriotic song to sing in tongues previously. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. I sang, using that tune anyway. Then we got
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Antonio, and my husband and I decided to go into a convenience store and buy
snacks to eat and drink along the way. When we got back in our car, the cell
phone rang. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. It was one of our sons with a message. He
was watching TV, and he said that an airplane just hit a tower in New York
City. Then he said something like, “Oh no. Another plane hit another tower in
New York City.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. We were stunned. I wondered if we should
continue on to Victoria. Did I want to be in surgery during World War III? But
we decided to continue on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. When we arrived at the hospital in Victoria,
everybody was watching TV, praying or both. I was invited to attend a prayer service on another floor, but I refused. I had to stay in line to pre-register
for my surgery. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. We stayed in a motel that night. As we were
watching TV, we saw the congress of the United States go outside and stand on
the steps of the Capitol building and sing a song. And what were they singing? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. My surgery was a success, and we saw a lot
of posters with <i>God</i> <i>Bless</i> <i>America</i> on them in the weeks and months to follow. Then the posters
disappeared, and everything returned to the way it was before 9-11. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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illustration on this page was done by artist, Courtney Young. The song, THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FREE, was
published in 1925 by B.G. DeSyliva, Lew Brown and Ray Henderson, and the words
are true. The best things in life really are free. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">. We will be learning more about that as my
bio continues; so stay turned. There is more to come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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