How about a little Christmas in July?

How about a little Christmas in July?

I don’t know what it’s been like in your neck of the woods, but here in southern Michigan, it’s been HOT! That’s not surprising, I guess, when you figure it is late July and the middle of summer.

Since we’ve arrived at the ‘dog-days of summer,’ I thought it might be a good time to remind you of winter.  You know, those days in December, January, and February (and sometimes into March and April) when it’s snowing a blizzard outside and you just don’t want to go any place? Those days when if the thermometer reads something higher than single digits, it’s a heat wave?

Well, just to help you remember what cooler weather is like, you might consider reading my Christian Christmas Novella, One Last Christmas. It’s also guaranteed to get you in the mood for Christmas.

After the death of Cate Thomas’ dear grandmother, she and the rest of the family are planning a special Christmas celebration in her Grams’ old house. Then a stranger shows up in town with claims of a family secret that could turn their Christmas celebration upside down. Is the handsome young man telling them the truth, or is Cate going to have her heart broken one more time?

“One Last Christmas” is a story about faith, family, and God’s never-ending love for us.

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Here are a few things my readers have had to say about it:

***”Great Christmas story about a family brought together after the death of a grandmother, a twin that no one knew about. Just finished two days before Christmas, filling my heart with the true meaning of Christmas. Recommend for all, quick read filled with love that only comes from God!”
****”Great Christmas romance.  The books I have read by author thus far have been great reads. Love the way she weaves in relationships with God and characters turning to Him for answers guidance and direction. A little inspiration in a good read.”
****”A very touching and wonderful Christmas story. A fresh and different story to enjoy.”
One Last Christmas — now available for Kindle, Nook, and as an iBook through the links shown below:
I hope the rest of your summer is fun-filled and you take time to enjoy each and every minute of it.
Thank you for sharing a little bit of it with me.
God bless you!
Ruth Kyser
P.S. Be on the lookout for a NEW Christmas story — to be released sometime in November, 2017!

 

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A Baker’s Dozen . . .

A Baker’s Dozen . . .

I’m excited to report, today I released my thirteenth novel.

When I started on this journey of writing six years ago, I never dreamed I would have published thirteen books just six short years later. But I’ve certainly enjoyed writing each and every one of them.

My latest novel, A Place Called Hart’s Desire, is set in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

 

Christian Romance Author Ellie Hathaway escapes for two weeks to a cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains, intent on finishing her book within the deadline. Of course, it only confuses the issue that the cabin she’s staying at is the same one her parents originally reserved for her now-defunct honeymoon.

Then Ellie meets the owner’s son, Lucas Hart—a widower wracked by grief and with a heart hardened against God. Ellie is immediately drawn to Luke, but she cautions herself against falling for a man so obviously still in love with his dead wife.

Can Ellie help Luke find his way back to God? And in the process, will Ellie’s heart be totally broken—or will she also learn to forgive, and love again?

It’s available as an ebook for Kindle at Amazon.com, and will shortly be available to order in paperback.

Click to purchase “A Place Called Hart’s Desire”

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I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

 

God bless!

Ruth Kyser

 

 

It’s spring! Finally….

“For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.”

 – Song of Solomon 2:11-12 (ESV)

 

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Today was a beautiful day—one of those gorgeous spring days in April that truly make you appreciate living here. When you reside in the north, you quickly learn that April in Michigan can bring just about every kind of weather imaginable. In the past week alone we’ve had high winds, thunderstorms with hail and heavy rains, snow (Yes. I said snow.), and today we enjoyed balmy temps around 60 degrees with abundant sunshine.

After a long winter, the first days of spring always give me spring fever. I want so badly to go out into the garden and start digging and planting flowers. But I learned a long time ago that you don’t get too serious about gardening around here until closer to Memorial Day.

But we did uncover the rose bushes today, so as far as I’m concerned, we’re one step closer to consistent warm weather and sunny days. I look forward to trimming off the old dead growth from last year, feeding them their spring boost of rose food, and waiting patiently for the first buds to appear. And seeing those rose bushes, with their first little green sprouts appearing, reminds me that spring comes every year.

Just as it states in Ecclesiastes in the Bible (Chapter 3, verses 1-22):  For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; …

Praise the Lord, God brings springtime back to us every year.  A beginning of another season, and a chance to start anew.

 

Enjoy your springtime—wherever you are.

 

God’s blessing on you,

Ruth Kyser

Ruth Kyser is an author of Christian Fiction. You can check out her books here:

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Flowers in February . . .

 “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”               Ecclesiastes 3:1

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For all you folks out there that don’t understand why the title of this blog is significant, let me explain. I live in Michigan.

February in Michigan usually consists of three things–perhaps four: cold temperatures, wind, snow, and often freezing rain/sleet/ice storms. Some of the worst ice storms I can remember happened in the month of February.

That is why this year’s weather has me baffled.

The other day I stepped out onto our back deck. I didn’t have to wear a coat–or even a jacket. There was abundant sunshine and 60 degree weather to greet me. What did I find? My crocus plants are peeking their little green heads through the dirt. And my yellow anemones are blossoming. There were robins and mourning doves singing all around my yard–which by the way, has no snow covering it.

Oh, and have I mentioned we’ve also been having thunderstorms?

Very strange.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. In fact, I love the notion of an early spring–although, in the past an early spring meant it arrived sometime in March. Not February.

The realist in my knows, however that this is only Mother Nature teasing us. We still have the rest of February to get through and the entire month of March. And it’s not unusual to get heavy snows in March. As a matter of fact, the only time I slid my car off the road and into the ditch was during a snowstorm on St. Patrick’s day in 1973.

So, I’m going to enjoy each warm day we have and not complain when winter returns–as we all know it will.

Enjoy these last days of February–no matter what area of the country you’re in. And I pray for an early spring (a real one) for all of us!

God bless!

Ruth Kyser

 

 

 

 

Christmas is acomin’ . . .

Christmas is acomin’ . . .

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Christmas is quickly approaching. I don’t know about you, but it seems to me that once summer ends, it’s already time to start planning for Christmas again.  Time sure does fly!

Each year I promise myself to be more organized so when the time comes, I’m not so stressed over everything, and every year my plans fail.

But it doesn’t matter, Christmas comes every year whether I’m ready or not, and I know my kids and grandkids don’t really care if everything is perfect. They just enjoy our time together–and so do I.

I know it’s easy to get caught up in the commercialism and busyness of the season, so I caution you (and me too!) to S L O W down a wee bit. Take the time to remember what we are celebrating. Spend a few minutes recalling memories of Christmas past. They may be happy memories, or they might be painful, but they are all a big part of who you are today, so they are all precious.  And in the eyes of God, so are you!

 

“And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.”

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THIS is what the season is all about. Not tinsel, not presents, not carols or food.

Just JESUS.

He is truly the reason for our celebration.

So, while you’re baking cookies or hanging your stockings or decorating your Christmas tree, thank God for giving us His Son so many years ago–to leave His heavenly home to come down here to earth and save us from our sins.

THAT is what it’s all about, folks.

Wishing you a VERY Merry Christmas from our house to yours.

May God bless each and every one of you–today and always!

Ruth Kyser

If you’re looking for a good, clean Christmas novel, check our my novella,  One Last Christmas.   Only 99 CENTS right now at Amazon.   One Last Christmas

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Some things are worth remembering . . .

Some things are worth remembering . . .

Fifteen years.

That’s how much time has passed since the worst terror attack this country has ever known.  Those of us who are old enough to remember that day know exactly where we were and what we were doing when we first found out about the attacks on the World Trade Center towers.

I was working in an insurance office, and the first we were made aware of the attack was when the son of the owner called to say a plane had hit one of the twin towers.  At the time no one knew if it was just an accident or something worse.

Then the second plane hit the other tower, and there was no longer any doubt in our minds.  This was intentional.  This was war.

We didn’t have a television in the office, but quickly turned up the volume on the radio and listened intently to reports as they came in.  Everyone looked at each other in shock—not believing what we were hearing.  It was like a nightmare.  I suddenly understood the trepidation in my parents’ voices when they recalled where they were the day Pearl Harbor was attacked.

Soon was the news that the Pentagon had also been hit by a plane and was on fire.  I think that’s when it became very real for me.  This was a planned attack on our country by people who were evil.  It wasn’t just a random event—they’d been orchestrating this attack for years, meticulously planning each and every moment of it.

I’m more thankful than I can say for the passengers of the United Airlines flight who chose to fight back that day, rather than allow a fourth plane to hit the White House.  How brave they were.  I think I mourn their losses even more than the others as they chose to die for their country.

I wasn’t going to write anything about 9/11—even though it’s an important anniversary of that tragic day.  Then I thought about the fact that today’s teenagers have no idea what it felt like to live through that day and the days following.  All air flights were cancelled, people were sent home from work, we all went to churches and prayed for the lost and for our country.  There was fear in the land, and our innocence was lost.  We weren’t as safe as we’d thought we were.  In the ensuing months, we feared even to open our mail as anthrax was sent through the postal service to several agencies.  It felt as if our world had changed forever.

And it had.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to live in fear, but I also think it’s important that we learn from what happened on 9/11 and never forget how precious the freedoms are that we enjoy in this country.  And we need to make certain that our children and our grandchildren are taught the truth about that day.  We WERE attacked by evil.  And it COULD happen again.

Hopefully, we’ve learned this most important thing—take nothing for granted.  It can be lost so quickly.

And remember, as Christians, our true freedom can NEVER be taken away from us.

Then said Jesus to those Jews which believed on him, If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed; And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.  (John 8:31-32)

 

 

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What’s in a name?

What’s in a name?

Over the years I’ve had many people ask me where I get the titles for my Christian novels.

The answer to that question varies.

Most of the time I already know what the name of the book is going to be before I write it.  Every once in a while I really struggle to come up with just the right name.  I want to draw people in so they will read the book, maybe even give them a hint of what the book is about, and yet not give it all away.  And for whatever reason, I prefer book titles that are shorter—only two or three words, if possible.

I had a tough time coming up with the title for my Contemporary Christian novel, Endless SeasonNone of the possible names I came up with seemed to fit what I felt to be the heart of the book.  Finally, after re-reading it (for what felt like the hundredth time), I settled on that title, using something said by Jerrold—a pastor friend of one of the main characters.  Jerrold says that God’s love isn’t just for one time…not just for a season…but is endless, eternal and enduring.

And as soon as I read that sentence, I knew I’d found the title.

The title for True Cover actually came from a scripture I used within the book:  Psalm 61:4 “…I will trust in the cover of thy wings…”      

The Whispering Sentinel was a story about a huge Norway pine that stood as a symbol of freedom, and a sign for those looking to find it.  Well, the storyline wasn’t entirely about the tree, you understand.  But the tree played a significant role in the heroine’s search for her past and her future.  So it seemed only right that it be used in the title too.

My latest three Christian Historical novels—all part of a three-book series—were named after the women who were ancestors of Sam Morgan—my hero in the True Cover series.  Mattie’s Heart was named after his great-grandmother, Clara’s Heart, named after his grandmother, and Laurie’s Heart was about his mother.  So it seemed only fitting that their names be first and forefront in the titles.

The Healing Hills was a no-brainer—named after the hills/mountains that gave my heroine such comfort and peace.

So now you know a little about how some of the titles to my novels came to be.  Just a glimpse into the mind of an author.

God bless—and stay tuned for more in the future.

Ruth Kyser

Interesting in finding out more about my books? 

You can find them all at Amazon at the following link: 

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