Christmas Memories~

Christmas Memories~

23 December 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

What are your favorite Christmas memories spent with your grandparents? Did you used to bake cookies / other desserts with Grandma or Grandpa? Or do you simply remember being surrounded by them on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, relinquishing the cherished memories of simply being together.

 

This holiday season will be the first Christmas without my grandmother, a wonderful lady who taught me so many things in my thirty years of life. She taught me how to work hard for what you’re most passionate about, never give up, and never stop trying. She taught me that one doesn’t have to have good looks to be successful in life; among other things. Ever since I was a little girl, I enjoyed baking with her. Saturday afternoons growing up, I’d go next door to my grandmother’s house where she had fresh baked cookies cooling on the counter, and always offered to make me some tea. She had a ton of different kinds of tea, so she always gave me my list of options of teas I could choose from. She’d always recommend one, too, and together we’d sit together at the kitchen table, and she’d look over the day’s newspaper or magazine and ask me what I was up to these days, even if she’d only seen me a few days before. My grandma always had her dark hair, no matter how old she was, short and permed perfectly. Her bifocal glasses sat at the edge of her long nose. Her hands were spotted with age, but ones that reminded me of comfort, love, and patience as she taught me how to sew images on dish towels and kneel at the foot of the bed at night before saying my prayers.

 

I’m thinking about my grandma a lot this holiday season, such as how, every year, she created little drops of fudge and divinity for her grandchildren to enjoy. My sisters and I, my parents, and as many cousins as could come, celebrated Christmas Day afternoon opening gifts that my grandmother had given to all of her grandchildren. You could tell, simply by the joy on her face, that she adored seeing the looks on her grandchildren’s faces as they opened their gifts, while being quite humble about her own gifts. My grandma put her whole heart into the spirit of Christmas, and aside from God, family meant the most to her. I so wish I could hear her laugh again, her pleasant voice, and the comfort one can have simply by being in their grandmother’s presence. I plan to one day tell my future children about her and the woman who meant so much to me. I loved her very much.

 

This holiday season, make sure you’re humble within the spirit of Christmas, that you’re more excited to give rather than receive gifts. Cherish the sweet home holiday traditions you share with your families, and study them fondly so that one day, they’ll be rigidly clear in your mind as you think upon what once was. Bake lots of Christmas cookies and candies, even if you end up having to throw some. Buy different kinds of wrapping paper. Find lots of cute little knicknacks and streams to hang around your house, aside from a simple Christmas tree. If, in your head, you’re finding excuses to not go to a certain relative’s house or to visit this person or that person – don’t think on the negative. Because Christmas is about the positive, and sharing the season of giving and sharing with those we love most.

 

Happy Holidays, everyone 🙂

 

JMK~

 

 

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When in Doubt, Do What Grandma Says~

30 October 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

Hope everyone has had a good October and fall so far. Halloween is tomorrow, and I’m dressing up as Mario. What are you dressing up as?

 

This October has been a terrible one for me, mainly because my 92-year old grandmother, Agnes, passed away on Oct. 15th. I cannot even begin to explain to you the depth of how hard the past couple weeks has been. They’ve passed by in a blur, but it’s been a blur of numbness and shock. I keep having to poke myself that this wonderful, spirited woman who had lived next door to my parents out in the country all my life is now gone. There are no words to fully examine to you how much I miss her, or how much I crave her presence.

 

Almost every weekend when I was growing up, I went over to her house and hung out with her. I baked with her, prayed with her, and learned from her. As I grew older, I didn’t notice that she growing older, too, but in a completely different way, even though she was still her loving, spirited self. She had the same laugh, the same directness to handling disobedience as well as not being afraid to tell you exactly how she felt about something. But that was okay, because she was her own person. She loved the Lord, she loved her family, and loved reading, puzzles and, in the earlier years, enjoyed sewing as well. I fondly think that I’ve received my enjoyment of writing from her. She had a single typewriter she used for typing out all of her letters, recipes, and notes. She enjoyed reading and had done so for many years, up until within the past few years where she couldn’t see well enough to do so. When I was either 13 or 14, she started ordering Love Inspired/Harlequin books (which amounted to about 4 books a month) and gradually, when she was done reading them, she put them in a special cupboard in her desk for me to take and read for myself next time I visited her. Every time I visited, she always had a personal story to share that was similar to one of the books I picked up, or a story that reminded her of one of the books’ plots. And I’d sit and listen to her calmly and patiently talk, while she thought of every aspect of the story just to make sure she got every part right.

 

I went to high school and college, graduated, and lived on my own for a couple years before I married my husband. Along that time, I worked, enjoyed being a newlywed, and forgot about how my grandmother had gotten even older. She started using a cane. Then, gradually, a walker. Then, before I knew it, myself and most of the other grandchildren sat in her nursing home room surrounding her where she lay, unconscious and on oxygen. As I sat there, occasionally visiting with my sisters and cousins, I gazed around the room at the pictures that had defined her life. Her wedding picture sat nearby, and within that photo sat a much younger woman who had a full life of possibilities stretched ahead of her. It made me realize then, as I sat there, about how fast life really does happen. Once you reached 30, the age I’m at, you only have 10 years until you reach 40. Then, before long, your kids make your years whiz by up through age 60. For example, I can’t believe my parents are in their early 60s now. It seems just yesterday they were in their 40s, raising little ol’ me and my younger sisters.

 

If you think about it, it’s really not fair. Relatively, on average, God only gives us 70-100 years to live on this earth. We’re babies, then we’re children, and then we graduate from high school. Then, we graduate from college. Then, we get married and have kids. (Not necessarily in that order.) We raise kids, watch them graduate and get married and have their own kids, and before we know it, we’re sitting in a nursing home wondering where life had gone. Every day, especially lately, it feels like life just goes faster and faster. When I was growing up, particularly in elementary and high school, the days crawled. Maybe it was because I hated school and didn’t enjoy my classes, nor have very many friends. Or maybe it was because I didn’t think of how slow or fast life was going. But while I was growing up, my grandma was growing older. Whenever I wrote to her, she wrote back sometimes complaining that I don’t visit as often as I should. At the time, I just shook my head and chuckled, mentally reminding myself to visit her next time I visited my parents. But now, looking back, I feel ashamed of myself and not visiting her as often as I probably should have. However, within the past few years, I began visiting her more and more, and that makes me really thankful now that I did do that. We didn’t even have to talk about much. She had the volume on loud because she couldn’t hear the greatest, and we’d just sit there in her living room watching old game shows together. Neither of us really ever had anything new to share. But the time was made to simply just be with each other and cherish the time together. After an hour or so, I remember that every time I admitted I had to go, she had this big disappointed look on her face. But I also knew she understood. She’d been young once, too.

 

I’m saying all these things not to make you depressed or feel sorry for me and our family’s loss. Rather, I want you all to really take a good look at your own life. What kind of legacy are you going to leave behind for your children and grandchildren? The kind of life you’re living now, they’re going to be envious of one day – especially your grandchildren. If you’re away from home a lot, visit your folks and grandparents as often as you possibly can! Trust me, if you don’t grab hold of that time and cherish it, you WILL regret it one day. I regret not spending more time with my grandma. I should’ve made it more of a point to spend more time with her, even though I spent as much time as I could with her. One day, you’re going to be sitting in a nursing home wondering where life had gone and why it had gone by so fast. Don’t just bypass this blog post without thinking about it very much – REALLY think about it, like I have. Enjoy your life, and cherish it. Grab hold of it as hard as you can, and spend as much time with your family as you can. For if you don’t, you’ll regret it, and that’s a horrible feeling to have.

 

On the day that my grandma was driven to the nursing home, she left her home for the last time. She looked back at the home in which she’d lived for many years. So many memories had been there. Raising kids, grandkids, and having grandkids visit in your house. Walking across the land and breathing in that fresh country air. Thinking about the length of time and the depth of the memories ~ if you think about it, it really gets you. Life is built with memories, but most especially, with God as your Head.

 

Cling tight to those memories, but most especially to those family members you love so much. Keep God as the head of your life always. Plant a legacy the future children and grandchildren will one day be extremely proud of. Then, quietly leave it behind, trusting in the Lord to handle the rest in this wild adventure we call life. The continuous circle of life will go on until Judgment Day. But you – yes, you – only have 1 life to live. 1 life. How are you going to live it? Making choices you may one day regret? Or living in a way that is not only pleasing to God, but in a way where your future grandchildren will one day wish they’d lived it with you?

 

I will forever love and miss my grandmother. She was one of the more important persons in my life. But as I continue on in this adventurous and busy life, I will honor her memory by carrying on her legacy ~ a legacy she would’ve been proud of ~ all the while planting my own.

 

JMK~

Goals for Fall & Winter 2018~

25 September 2018

 

Hello, everyone!!! 😀

 

I am BACK!!! Back and ready to roll! 🙂

 

Some of you may be wondering where I was for two months. Well, I had been busily studying away to get my insurance producer license. For a month and a half, I took classes and studied for four exams for Property & Casualty insurance – only one in which I passed on the first try. Monday of last week, I finally passed the final exam. Along that time, I had sacrificed every evening to studying. My life only consisted of church, work, and eating. Friday evenings were the only time I used to spend with my husband. Otherwise, I was studying away, and I learned a lot and it was so very worth it. But now, I am back, and so excited to discover what God has planned for our lives. I’m also so excited for evenings spent with my husband again, and free time to do chores around the house, hobbies such as writing, knitting, reading, and playing piano. I’m so excited to get back into the business of writing and editing again – Lord knows how much I missed it.

 

Therefore, below is a list of goals I hope to accomplish before the end of this year, 2018. Hope you all enjoy, and comment your two-cents worth as well. I also enjoy hearing from fellow followers.

 

  • Finish editing my completed manuscript, “The Dead Sister” and send back to my beta reader.
  • Complete my knitting project (round table decoration runner) and give as a gift to somebody this Christmas.
  • Play a couple piano songs that will influence me as a pianist, songs I’ve been waiting to complete for a long time.
  • Get 2-3 novels read before the end of the year, including the newest book from my favorite author, Kate Morton: “The Clockmaker’s Daughter” (so excited!).
  • Get more organized around the house and maybe do some planning about the kind of decorations I’d like in our new home next year.
  • Start learning to sew by beginning a sewing project with my mother.
  • Start writing a new book with a catching title and a beautiful, thrilling storyline.

 

Now, it’s your turn! If you wish to join in the fun, let’s get to know each other better, people 🙂 Copy and paste the list below into your comments and complete it, or else send me a message if you prefer not to say. I’d love to get to know my followers better – whether you’re on WordPress only, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, or Instagram 🙂 Come, and let’s be friends!

 

Hope to talk to you soon! Below is the list:

 

  1. Your favorite fall activity is:
  2. Your favorite fall hobby:
  3. Such hobbies such as knitting and sewing are_____________.
  4. Who is your favorite author?
  5. Favorite book genre?
  6. Favorite past-time?
  7. Outdoor or indoor person?
  8. Coffee, tea, or neither?
  9. Preferred weekend activity?
  10. State or province you live in?
  11. What you’d like my page to show more of? (Be appropriate, please.) __________________
  12. Was this list a good idea? Yes or No?

 

Blessings always,

 

JMK~

Love & Respect, Not Hate, Prevails~

3 August 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

Imagine it’s the end of the world. Judgment Day. You’re standing in line, waiting your turn. You’re so excited you can barely stand it – FINALLY, the terrible life you endured is over, and now, you get to meet your Maker, the One Person you’ve wanted to meet your whole life long.

 

And then it’s your turn. But instantly, you realize that the Lord is not happy with you at all. He’s frowning down at you. He’s disappointed in how you lived your life, the things you did. He tells a story of how you went to church every Sunday, but you didn’t obey the Gospel. You read His Word, but you didn’t want to see the truth. The rest of the time, you disrespected the governing leaders, people of authority, and you protested every law that ever passed, laws that God had approved of.

 

Suddenly, He says to you, “Depart from me, you who practiced lawlessness,” and then, down you go. The pearly gates fade away from your sight. The last thing you see before the fire and darkness encloses over you is your Savior’s face, along the bone-deep reality that you let down the most important Person in your life. And now, it’s over, and there’s virtually nothing you can do about it.

 

I am so sick and tired of, day after day, hearing about people’s disrespect in all of the world. They disrespect and decidedly hate anyone who hasn’t let them down. They disrespect God, governing leaders, and basically anyone they downright disagree with. They don’t care what good things they may be doing for our country, the great America. But even though they don’t care or if they disagree, that doesn’t give anybody the right to throw them out of business-places, to downright disrespect them in a cruel and hateful way. The protests are more fierce than ever before. But anywhere really – It shouldn’t matter what color you are, what background you come from, whether you’re a college student or not and whether you think you’re all hip and cool. There is NO reason EVER to disrespect somebody, whether they hear you or not. There is NO reason EVER to talk badly about somebody, calling them racist or any kind of name, when you do not even know the person. If it’s somebody you know, what’s the point? To make yourself feel good about it? And wouldn’t you get mad or upset if somebody did the same to you? Really? I remember when I was a teenager, and there was a news broadcast on TV about a group of kids at some school in the States, where they were hazing another student.

 

Where has our country gone to where we think we’re obligated to think any negative opinion about somebody–anybody we want–and then we don’t think that God isn’t watching this stuff? Some of you may not care, and shame on you if you do because God will heap wrath on you for that one day, but for those who are churchgoers – do you go to church and then the next moment, protest our governing leaders and talk badly behind your back about somebody you dislike or disagree with? Whoa, that was a long sentence. Lol. But do you ever stop to think what God thinks? Did God want anybody in the Bible to treat others with hate and ridicule? Never. Therefore, He doesn’t condone it.

 

“But God is love.” Yes, God is love, but he is also angry with those who disrespect people. It doesn’t matter who that person is or what they have done. It doesn’t matter if they have hurt you or not. DISRESPECT IS NEVER CONDONED BY GOD.

 

Romans 12:18 says, “If possible, so far as it depends on you, be at peace with all men.”

 

Isaiah 59:8 says, “They do not know the way of peace, and there is no justice in their tracks. They have made their paths crooked, whoever treads on them does not know peace.”

 

God condones peace – not war. That means there shouldn’t be any dissension. I don’t care what you believe or who you are – if you disrespect and show your hatred on social media, on the media, on the air – anywhere really, and you do it without true repentance before God, consequences will heap on your head one day.

 

Do you really think there won’t be consequences?

 

Psalms 37:27 shows how much God wants us to be part of His kingdom in heaven one day: “Depart from evil, and do good, so you will abide forever.”

 

Matthew 25:41 is a scary verse, “Then He will also say to those on His left, ‘Depart from Me, accursed ones, into the eternal fire which has been prepared for the devil and his angels.”

 

That’s a scary verse, isn’t it? All I’m doing is warning you. If you don’t want to end up that way, obey the Gospel today and turn your life around. Repent of the evil thoughts and feelings you feel toward others in your heart, because if you don’t, there will only be wrath to come. (Repentance is being sincerely sorry for a sin against God, confessing your sins before God, and meaning your apology.)

 

I’m not saying this is the only sin that’ll bring you down; it isn’t. But I’m so sick and tired of seeing so much fighting, arguing, debating, and hateful speech. One of the President’s advisors was sent home -just because she believed the same things the President does-when all she wanted to do was have a peaceful dinner at a nice place with her family. Those employees there ought to be ashamed of themselves, and I’m sure God is very angry with them for kicking that lady and her family out of that restaurant. And there are people out there cheering them on! When does the evil in this world end?? Especially when you do that very thing, and then go to church the following Sunday? Do you even think twice about what God’s opinions might be on this? He is the commander of the universe, after all, as well as our Creator. The world will end one day, and when it does, I hope and pray that all of you reading this have repented and obeyed the Gospel.

 

Please, folks. Let’s show love and respect toward others, not disrespect. It doesn’t matter what they did that you dislike or disagree with; turn the other cheek. Love and don’t hate. Don’t protest. Don’t disrespect somebody just because you disagree or dislike them. Pray for them if you do, of course, if you think that is best, but don’t go on the air or on the media where there is too much of a biased opinion. Don’t go on social media where you’ll find yourself in a constant debate, and then curse those who disagree with you. Get rid of this evil among you, this wickedness. If nothing else, rid yourself of all this negativity and be free. If nothing else, do it for your soul’s sake. The world isn’t going to end if you don’t find the next big debate on social media. The world isn’t going to end if the person you’re talking with disagrees with you – just laugh it off, agree to disagree, and don’t disrespect them. And don’t be cruel. God is the Judge, and He sees everything.

 

Don’t you want to make God happy? And don’t you want to live the kind of life that makes Him happy? He’s the one who created you, after all. I’m not saying you have to agree with all the politics going on in today’s government. Make sure it aligns with all of God’s teachings in the Bible, of course. All I’m saying is respect and love – don’t hate and disrespect. It’ll only make your life bitter and unhappy. It’s a waste of time, space, and words. It’s a waste, because there is no positivity in such manners. There is nothing as worth it in this life as serving the Lord – truly, nothing at all.

 

If you would like to comment about this, please do so. All I ask is that if you’re looking for a debate, it’ll be one-sided. I don’t debate with anybody unless they’re willing to prove from the Bible where I am wrong. If they can’t prove it, such comments will be deleted instantly.

 

If you’re looking for information on how to obey the Gospel, though, I hope I have touched your heart with this post, so I’d be happy to provide it to you. 🙂

 

Have a good rest of your summer, everyone. And remember, fight for the Lord – not for worthless things that will not truly matter at the end of your life – or the end of time. Nobody is perfect, of course, so please work on this.

 

JMK~

When God Keeps Saying “No” ~

When God Keeps Saying “No” ~

6 July 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

Life is never as hard as when you desire something so badly that it brings you to your knees in prayer, every day for months and months, but God keeps saying no. A few days ago, I was thinking about the one thing on this earth that I desired both than anything. And as I was thinking about it while driving, I was in tears, bawling my eyes out, screaming out at the top of my lungs, “Why me, God??!! Of all people, why me??!!”

 

We’ve all been there, at a place in our life that brings us to our knees. When you pray and pray for something and God keeps saying no, it breaks your heart. But it’s not God breaking your heart, it’s how you view  your problem. What you want more than anything looks simply just way too far away from your grasp, but you already know how immensely happy it would make you if you had it.

 

In the Bible, a certain Biblical character named Sarah was infertile and in her old age. God literally spoke to her and promised her and her husband Abraham that in due time (God’s perfect timing), they would give birth to a son. But instead of trusting in God’s promises and in His words, Sarah decided it would be a good idea if she “helped” God out by making her servant girl, Harai, as Abraham’s concubine and conceive a child by her. Did that help the situation? No. Did that bring about God’s promises or answered prayers? No. In fact, it made the situation even worse.

 

Another example of the terrible idea it is to “help” God answer your prayers, is like the story my husband likes to tell me sometimes. Before I came into his life, he longed and desired for a wife. Without realizing it, he tried to “help” God along by asking friends if they knew any good Christian single women. He wasn’t desperate, by any means, but he was ready to settle down. The situation didn’t go so well, so then, he decided that enough was enough. He was going to leave it up to God and prayed that His will be done. Sure enough, in a few months time, I came along, and the rest is history. Now we’ve been happily married for almost 5 years.

 

When you’re frustrated, angry, sad, and heartbroken, the last thing you want to do is stop thinking about your problem. Right? All you want to do is bury yourself in a dark place, cry yourself to sleep, and be completely miserable for a good long while. Right? But what if I told you that there is true peace, comfort, and satisfaction in the Lord when we turn everything over to Him? When God says “no”, it really means that it is not yet His timing for your problem to disappear. It is not yet His timing for the deepest desires of your heart, something you’ve prayed about for so long, to be fulfilled. Just like Paul in the Bible, when he prayed that God might take away the figurative thorn in his side, God replied that His grace was sufficient, that His power was perfected in man’s weaknesses. When you are heartbroken and grieving and you feel like you just can’t wait any longer for that one thing you keep constantly praying for, remember that God is with you. He is with you and He loves you deeply. He is the one who created you, and He understands you better than you even realize. He understands the hurt and pain you deal with; He’s done it all himself. Jesus Himself carried all of our burdens on the cross so we wouldn’t have to. It was by His sacrifice that we are here today, that salvation is freely ours if we truly want it.

 

The next time God says “no”, it’ll be really, really hard to accept. Believe, I’ve been there, and I’m still a work progress to this day. I’m still working on getting my trust in God absolutely perfect. It’s a daily process and struggle. But listen, you can’t receive any blessing at all in Christ UNLESS you let it all go and let God handle it. Don’t try to “help” God out by trying to do the leg work for Him, or try to speed up the process of you receiving that blessing. That’s what the devil wants you to do. This also shows great distrust and disloyalty toward God. When you’re trying to help Him, you’re not really trusting Him, you’re not really believing His words that He is your stronghold and help in all kinds of times of trouble. He is our truest friend, and nothing is impossible with Him. Believe that today, my friends. When life gets tough – and it will get tough – the best thing to do is to pray hard about it, but then don’t keep holding onto your problems, fears, worries, etc. Just let it all go. Give it all to God. Pray that His will be done in these circumstances. And then, great peace and comfort will envelop your soul, and you will feel, from the depths of your heart, that you can do anything, because God is with you. Not only that, but in God’s own good timing, He WILL answer your prayers and it WILL be great. Maybe He won’t answer your prayers in a way that you initially imagined, but how He answers will be even better than you ever imagined. You’ll be that much more thankful, too.

 

I know it’s hard, and it’s not something easy that happens overnight. I personally feel like I’ve been waiting on my dreams forever and ever. But I have complete trust in God now that whatever His will is will prosper, and will make me happier than I ever could’ve imagined. He will make a way when there seems to be no way, and He will answer your prayers with a yes – once again, maybe not exactly what you wanted, but even better!

 

My parents have a sheep ranch, and have so for 18 years. They breed their sheep ewes (aka female sheep) every year. Now the lambs that are born are important. We love the sheep ewes. They’re like your pets, and you raise those mamas and watch them grow up and now that they are mamas, you’re excited for them once they become pregnant. There was this one ewe on this particular year, whose name was Harmony. She was a good ewe, and on the year before this, she had a healthy baby boy. Boys are not as important as girls, not because we don’t love them – because we do – but because we only use them for the 4-H county fair. But they have to be castrated for that and after the summer was over, we have no choice but to sell them. It can be kind of a rough business in that light. But having girls are more important, because you can raise them completely and start breeding them in two years.

 

So anyway, my sheep ewe, Missy, died after giving birth to a stillborn lamb, as well as another lamb who only lived a couple days. It was heartbreaking for me. Then, a few days later, Harmony gave birth to two stillborn GIRLS. It was absolutely heart-wrenching and at that time, I had such difficulty in trusting in God and understanding why He had let such a terrible thing happen. I was so fearful that we were going to lose our whole flock, or the majority of the lambs. Even half of the lambs. I was just terrified, really. But then, someone told me something very important that made me do a complete 180. He told me that whether it was God’s will for us to lose the entire flock of sheep or lambs or to only lose some of them, it was up to God and His choice. Which, for some people, might make them angry. They may think to themselves, “How can a loving God do such a thing?” But when I heard this, it didn’t make me angry. Instead, it made me incredibly guilty for doubting God’s goodness in my life. It made me realize that what I wanted more than anything at that time wasn’t up to me, but the Creator of the Universe. In the end, it really didn’t matter what any of us did to help the situation. God’s will had to be done no matter what. Just like now, for example, there’s so much evil in the world today and people always find someone to blame. They even blame God. But they shouldn’t even be mad at God. Why? Because God is a god! Not just a god, he’s THE GOD. And He’s the one who created not just us, but every human being, creature, and plant that’s ever lived on this earth! He even cares about the tiniest ant and their families. Now how cool is that!

 

So if God cares so deeply for us, shouldn’t we give it all to Him and surrender our lives to Him in serving Him? Aside from our needs, we can still pray for what we want, but ultimately, God’s will has to rule. Whether it’s God’s will for you to be a chef or a banker, it’s not up to you, it’s up to God. Whether God wants you to have a baby through conception or adoption, it’s not up to you, it’s up to God. Whether God wants you to live in Arizona or Maine, it’s not up to you, it’s up to God. Your job is pretty simple, really. You just need to pour your heart out to God in prayer, do your part in it as well as you can, such as sending our resumes, researching whatever you need to do, etc. But don’t help God. Don’t step into something with both feet without completely praying about it first, to make sure it aligns perfectly with God’s will. Then, let it all go and surrender it over to God. Not only that, but TRUST God with the outcome. Whatever He plans for us is always good (Romans 8:28), and He always comes through for us. ALWAYS.

 

I hope this blog post gave you encouragement, and I hope it will give you something to think about. Feel free to comment below to share your own stories! 🙂

 

JMK~

Goals for Summer 2018~

1 June 2018

Hello everyone,

 

Below are my goals for this summer of 2018 that I plan to get accomplished. All of it is in accordance with if God wills, of course.

 

In the mean time, what are your summer plans? How do you plan to make this the best summer yet? Feel free to share your comments below!

 

  • If it’s God’s will, accomplish my utmost heart desire, aside from serving God.

 

  • Be as active as possible with my church.

 

  • Develop a more consistent prayer and Bible study life where daily I am studying God’s Word longer, as well as pray to God longer. Also, this includes drawing strength from Him and learning to trust in Him completely to carry out His plans for my life.

 

  • Grow stronger friendships with the church brethren, as well as my close true friends.

 

  • Spend more time with my husband, Ryan, and do more fun hobbies together.

 

  • Find a literary agent and hopefully this summer, if God wills, get a publishing contract. If not, continue to search for agents and get my query letter finalized where I won’t need to constantly revise it anymore.

 

  • Make my 30th birthday on June 29th the best one yet.

 

  • Finish revising my book, “Crimson” and finish writing my book, “The Last Soldier”.

 

What about you guys?? Also, what do my followers wish that they could see more of from my blog posts? How can I make my blog posts more interesting?

 

I’ll check back in within another couple weeks or so. Take care and God bless~

 

JMK~

 

 

What Made Me a Writer~

3 April 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

Once upon a time, I was twelve years old on a bright summer’s day. I wasn’t your average twelve year old, though. I had one friend who had just moved away that summer. I didn’t consider myself as very outgoing, and in fact, I was a very quiet and shy girl. Not unlike the average teenager then and even today, I tried to avoid household and for me, barn chores wherever possible. To normal outgoing teenagers who spent a lot of time at lakes, going swimming, or with hanging out with friends as often as possible, I didn’t prefer any of those options. Instead, I was perfectly content with reading. At that time in my life, I remember reading constantly – novels, magazine articles that piqued my interest, even obituaries. I was starving for knowledge and reading as much as possible was the only solution. When I wasn’t reading, I found random hobbies around the house, such as playing piano, recording songs on a cassette tape of myself singing (embarrasingly enough), and listening to my favorite CDs. Needless to say, if you can’t tell already, I was BORED. Bored, bored, bored. Most of the time, I became so bored that I willingly cleaned and helped my parents out with chores just to avoid the state of boredom. I’d go on walks with the family dog at the time, Pepper, and try to find ways to entertain myself. During the school year, homework obviously filled the bulk of my evenings. But despite that, my imagination was constantly flowing with ideas and the constant urge to do something wonderful and exciting with my time. Something I could use to pass the time and distract myself from how lonely I was, how unexciting I believed my life was, and how starved for attention I was. I needed to constantly do something useful and exciting.

 

I started reading Sweet Valley High books on the school bus to school and back home. I read and read and read. I thoroughly enjoyed the Sweet Valley High books, because they were filled with endless drama, intrigue, and suspense, not to mention romance. My mom had either a bunch of the little novels on the office bookshelves, and one day, after complete intrigue, I decided to read them.

Sweet-Valley-High-Books

Those books, I am happy to say, changed my life. These are the books that inspired me enough to be a writer. That summer day that I finished the last of the books in the series was the day I started to become a writer.

 

When I was at college, I complained to my class advisor that I simply could not get into the Mass Communications degree that I had taken up. I thought for sure that was the degree associated with writing. I kept telling her that I wasn’t enjoying the classes, I wasn’t doing well in them, and I didn’t want to learn any more about news reporting. I was even terrible at the photography classes. I was completely upset. But my minor was in English, and I have no idea why I chose that as my minor. I was completely blind to the fact that the minor I had taken up needed to become my major. When I mentioned to my professor, aka advisor that I really had enjoyed the Creative Writing class I had taken up, she asked me why that was. Gradually, I realized that I had taken on a completely different major than I should have from the very beginning – but as a degree in English (which I am quite proud of by the way), I chose it more so for the freelance writing aspect of it. I didn’t want anyone to tell me what to write or how to write it. I didn’t want anyone to constantly judge my writing – except when it came to literary agents and publishers. I wanted to be a freelance writer & author while retaining a secular job at working in an office, and that’s exactly what I did. So let me back up……

 

On that summer day, I finished that last Sweet Valley High book, and then thought to myself, I wish I could write a book. Well, friends, that’s what started it all. I started writing novels in notebooks at first before eventually converting to a computer and saving my stories on floppy disks! (Remember those?) And the very first book I started was called, “Life with Guarding Angels,” which is now called, “The Dead Sister”. It is essentially revolved around a love triangle that causes the guy of the love triangle to end up in prison for eight years.

 

Being a writer has taught me so many things. In 2014, I got accepted at a publishing company that later ripped me off two years later – so then, I learned the secret to doing much more thorough research of sending material to such companies. Send to literary agents instead. Through both college and personal experience, I’ve received countless letters from fellow authors, have learned how to have a website and how to maintain it, and the pros and cons that follow the world of writing. But I would never give up on it for the world. I love my writing talent that God has so richly blessed me with and I would never trade it for anything in the world.

 

This blog post today should inspire all of you to remain vigilant to your own passions, hobbies, and desires, not to mention your dreams. DO NOT EVER GIVE UP ON ANY ONE OF THEM EVER!!! God has blessed you with such things, and HE is the one who should daily be praised and thanked for such wonderful things in your life 🙂 My friends, I have loved my writing journey, and I plan to continue it the rest of my life, no matter where it leads me and no matter what setbacks come up along the way. 🙂

 

What will you do with your talents & dreams? Never give them up. Never.

 

I hope everyone had a happy and fun Easter. God bless and take care.

 

JMK~