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

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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

 

 

 

 

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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Independence Day

Independence Day

When I was growing up, this holiday we now call ‘4th of July’ was almost always referred to as ‘Independence Day’.

That is because it was created initially as a day to celebrate our freedom from the British Monarchy.  July 4th has been a federal holiday in the United States since 1941, although the tradition of celebrating Independence Day goes back much further than that.

My book, The Dove and The Raven takes place during the latter years of the American Revolutionary War–that time in our country’s history when we were battling for our freedom to be in independent nation.  I have ancestors who fought in that war, and I think of them every time this holiday rolls around.  I’m sure they’d be distressed to see how so many folks in our country are unappreciative of the freedoms they fought so diligently to obtain.

If you are interested in reading a Christian Historical novel (with a little romance thrown in), but sure to stop over to either Amazon or Barnes and Noble and pick up a copy of The Dove and The Raven.  It’s perfect reading for this holiday weekend!

And it doesn’t matter whether you call it ‘4th of July’ or ‘Independence Day’ — either way, I hope you have a safe and happy holiday with your family!

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“For such a time as this . . .”

 

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“…and who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this?”

Esther 4:14b

 

Today was a difficult day. 

It should have been a day of celebration—and I suppose in a way, it was.  But not in the way I envisioned it would be.

Two years ago today I started working part-time as an Administrative Aide at a local church (which is just a fancy way of saying I’m a Church Secretary).  Never in my life have I felt more led by God to accept a job, and I greatly enjoy the work I do each day.  It’s an awesome feeling when you know you’re exactly where the Lord wants you.  I love the job I do, and I feel a great deal of satisfaction knowing the time I spend working each day makes the church family’s life a little easier.  Even though it’s only part-time position, I believe this job is more fulfilling than any other employment I’ve ever had.

When I started working there two years ago—assisting the the pastor of the church–never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that this wonderful young man, who I’ve come to know as a dear friend, would now be gone.  Of course, illness can strike at any time and at any age but when it affects someone in the prime of their life, it’s heartbreaking.  Even though he was a young man with four dear children still at home, a week ago God made the decision to take him home to Heaven—much earlier than any of us who loved and knew him would have liked.

Today we held a Celebration of Life service for him.

It’s been a difficult week for the entire church, and I’ve grieved the loss right along with his wife and children, parents, and the church family.  Even though we know our loss is Heaven’s gain and that Pastor is so much happier where he is—in the arms of his Lord and Savior—it doesn’t mean he won’t be missed.

Unfortunately, I was only able to work with this sweet, gentle man for a year and a half before he became ill.  For the past six months he was in and out of hospitals, physically losing ground each time.  Instead of working at his side, I suddenly found myself working alone, making decisions without him, and feeling the loneliness you only feel in a dark and empty church.

Several members of the congregation have told me they think God sent me to their church because He knew this was going to happen.  I don’t really want to hear that as it makes my job there seem to be a great deal more significant than I feel it is.

But part of me wonders if they’re right.  Did God bring me here, to this spot at this exact time, because He knew I would be needed?

It’s a pretty humbling experience to think He trusts me enough to send me to do His work someplace.  I’m certainly no one special.

I’m well aware though that not everyone would be able to handle the quiet and loneliness.  Not everyone would be able to function without having others to talk with on a day-to-day basis.  Fortunately, I’ve always been a loner and a self-starter, so being alone doesn’t bother me all that much.  I’ve managed to keep busy; there’s always something to do.

And during the past six months when Pastor hasn’t been there, but instead has been in the hospital, God and I have had a lot of in-depth conversations.  I’ve argued with Him, feeling much like David must have in the book of Psalms.  I’ve begged Him, much as Job did in the book of Job.  And I’ve finally accepted His calling me to be in this place, during this time—much as Esther did in the book of Esther.  For such a time as this . . .

It’s never easy to lose a loved one—especially one who (at least in my estimation) had so much work yet to do for the Lord.  But I know—without a shadow of doubt—that God never makes mistakes, and His timing is always perfect.  Why He chose me to be here, in this circumstance, during this particular time, I may never know.  I just have to trust in His wisdom and timing.

I also know that my dear Pastor friend would not want me to end this post without asking you a very important question:  Do you know his friend Jesus as your Lord and Savior?  Have you surrendered your life to Him?

It may sound like such a difficult thing to do—but in reality it is extremely simple.  If you haven’t done so yet, please take a moment to ask Jesus into your heart.  It’s the most important and best decision you’ll ever make.  Surrender your heart and your life to Him, and I guarantee, you’ll never be sorry.

It was certainly the best decision I ever made, and I will continue to follow His leading the rest of my life.  He’s never let me down.

God bless you always,

Ruth Kyser

A childlike faith . . .

A childlike faith . . .

“Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.”  — Matthew 18:3

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It’s so simple, really . . . this faith we’re asked to accept.

It don’t know why so many of us struggle with it so much.

Look at a child–my grandchildren, for instance.  My two youngest granddaughters are at the age where they still accept most of what their parents and grandparents tell them–without question.  They trust the adults in their lives and look on them as comforters, and safe havens of love.

That is exactly how our Heavenly Father wants us to look on Him.

So, accept His care and guidance without doubt, without worry.  Because as much as our earthly parents love/loved us, His love is so much more.

Be a child . . . and find that childlike faith once again.

 

In Christian love,

Ruth Kyser

 

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A warm legacy . . .

I’m a writer of Christian Fiction.  I spend my days weaving tales of romance and intrigue.

But that doesn’t mean that’s the only thing I like to do.

One of the things I most enjoy doing on really cold winter days is quilting.  There’s something cozy about pulling your latest project onto your lap–especially when it’s a thick, warm quilt.

I don’t know how other quilters make their projects, but I’ve always hand-sewn mine.  There’s something satisfying about looking at the finished product and knowing every stitch and wrinkle.  They aren’t fancy quilts, but are made with patchwork pieces–some of which I’ve had for years.  It may take me years to make one quilt, but they’re made to last–hopefully long after I’m gone.

My current project is a flower basket pattern; it’s not made the conventional way, but instead made using handkerchiefs for the basket part of the blocks.  The handkerchiefs are precious to me as some of them were mine when I was a child.  There are also some that were my mother’s, my mother-in-law’s, and my husband’s grandmothers’.  Hopefully it’s a way of passing down to one of my granddaughters something to remind her of her roots–the women whose strong will and get-it-done attitude she will hopefully inherit.

I also pray I can instill in my grandchildren the beliefs of their ancestors–the faith that kept them going no matter what trials and tribulations came their way.  That inheritance is so much more important than a quilt.

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. – Prov. 22:6

Blessings to you, my friends.
And keep warm.  8487_1117145348296017_7537366304963948335_n

Ruth Kyser

 

 

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