Sounds of the season….

While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease. – Genesis 8:22

 

Yesterday morning, my husband and I spent the whole morning outside working on putting a coat of stain on our front porch deck posts and railings. It was a sunny warm day, but it didn’t take me long to notice the changes in my surroundings.

Gone were the early morning songs of the songbirds. Even though the sun was hot, the occasional breeze had a hint of coolness that hadn’t been there before.

Instead of songbirds chirping, several Blue Jays chattered back and forth at each other in the nearby trees. A flock of crows flew over, squawking and flapping their wings. The only other noises in the quiet were the sounds of crickets, and the occasional buzz of a honey bee—looking for that last little bit of pollen.

I also noticed our resident geese were out doing their ‘driver’s training’ maneuvers. My husband and I have called it that for years, and it’s a traditional sound heard every year about this time. We call it that because the older geese take the young ones out and they fly around for a time—building up strength in their wings and learning how to fly in formation and follow the leader.

GeeseA short time later, I heard another sound in the distance and raised my head to see a flock of Canadian Geese flying over in their traditional V-formation. They were coming from the north, and I tried to count as even more flew over. When they’d all come in, it appeared between seventy-five and a hundred had flown over in a short period of time, landing on the nearby ponds. I knew they’d spend some time resting their weary wings here before flying south either later that day or the following day.

Seasons come and they go.

I’m at a new season in my life too. I retired two months ago. Oh, I’m still writing books, but my days of going to work every day have finally come to an end.

After working at various full-time jobs for the past forty plus years, it’s been a change to not have that regular schedule to keep—yet I’ve enjoyed it immensely. If I want to take an extra half hour at the breakfast table in the morning, I can. I’m able to start a big job late in the afternoon, knowing I can finish it the next day. There’s no rush.

But time is passing—much too quickly for my liking. My youngest grand-baby just started Kindergarten this year. Doesn’t seem possible.

In this later season of my life I have learned one thing though. Each day is precious. Take the time to spend it wisely, and let those you love know how you feel about them. Spend as much time with them that you are able.

And wake up each morning with the knowledge that each day is a gift from God. Don’t waste it.

May God bless you in all your seasons,

Ruth Kyser

 

Ruth Kyser is an author of Christian Fiction. You can find out more about her books at: More about Ruth Kyser’s books

 

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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!

 

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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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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Goodreads giveaway . . .

In celebration of the 4th anniversary of its release, I’m giving away THREE copies of Book 1 in the “True Cover” series — TRUE COVER!   Stop over to Goodreads to enter.

https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/203550-true-cover

 

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In a matter of 24 hours, Sarah Masters lost everything that was important to her – her job, her friends, her house. Now a madman is hunting her down to kill her, and the only ones stopping him are the FBI Agents who have pledged to protect her. But in the process of protecting her, these FBI Agents touch Sarah’s life in a way she never expected as they cause her to question her relationship with God and His plan for her future.
Sam Morgan is the FBI Agent tasked with the job of keeping Sarah safe. He and his team fight to keep Sarah alive – and in the process, all of their lives are changed in ways they never expected.

Other books in the “True Cover” series:
Book 2 – “Bluecreek Ranch”
Book 3 – “Second Chances”

“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 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

 

 

Oh, and don’t forget, Ruth is a Writer.

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