Well I want to get this Christmas week started off with a preview to debut author and Seeker par excellence, Ruth Logan Herne…but I’ll call her Ruthy, so long as she doesn’t mind.
No worries, she’s sure to keep me in line if I’m out of it.
Now, besides being a brilliant author, top-notch Seeker, queen of sassy talk, and excellent cook, Ruthy is also the mother of 6 – which has no doubt contributed to her sassy talk and great sense of humor.
I am thrilled to have her as my guest today and even more excited to introduce her writing to any readers who stop by this site.
Her first book, Winter’s End, comes out in March 2010 and has a lovely cover, don’t you think? And, have I mentioned she’s giving away a copy of this book to a lucky commenter today! Make sure you leave your email address in the comment section and she’ll send you a gift certificate for her novel so you can pick it up as soon as it graces the bookstores!
On the heels of the publication of Winter’s End comes her second book, Waiting Out the Storm, in July.
And yes…there’s more. Made to Order Family comes out in September.
Yipee, it’s the year of Ruthy. 🙂
To learn more about Ruthy’s novels – and her busy life- check out her website at: www.ruthloganherne.com
So, without further ado, here’s Ruthy’s answer to my Christmas Question (a preview):
Of all the novels you’ve written, do you have a scene featuring someone’s ‘birth of faith’ (conversion, recommitment, etc) that you found particularly touching or fulfilling to write? Why?
Pepper, good morning!
Thank you for asking me to contribute a scene to your fun blog where a slightly crazed mother of a big family works to leave her mark on the world through the written word.
The scenario sounds vaguely familiar, my friend! 🙂
This is a scene from my book, “Running on Empty.”
Returning home to care for her dying mother, an abuse survivor faces the wrath of the husband she abandoned and the teacher who stole her innocence.
Anne Kellwyn has a secret. It’s cost her everything to keep it, including her marriage. Now she may have to pay an even higher price to reveal the truth, but is she too late?
Chief of Police Cade Flanigan takes his position seriously. A lead-by-example Christian, he’s challenged when his ex-wife appears with another man’s child after eight years of silence. Anger and pride challenge his Andy Griffith lifestyle, driving him out of his comfort zone. Can he reconcile the past in order to ease Anne’s future?
“Do you miss Grandma?”
Quick tears filled Anne’s eyes. She hadn’t been able to glance at her mother’s room all day, knowing how she’d react if she let herself ponder the holidays missed, the time lost because she’d run off. God, why am I such a chicken? Why don’t I have the courage to do what needs to be done? To face Ted Burnett and report his actions. Am I that worried about my own image, my own part in this whole mess? Help me. Please.
She nodded. “A lot.”
“I’m sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Anne stooped. “It’s okay to cry when you miss somebody.”
“And God knows we miss her.”
Anne smiled through her tears, his innocence endearing. “Yes.”
Kyle nodded firmly. “Miss Garlock said so. She told me God’s taking good care of Grandma in heaven, that he wants us to be happy, but he knows we get sad when people leave and that it’s okay to cry.”
“Miss Garlock is very smart.” Anne made a note to thank the Sunday School teacher. Her simple explanation made sense to Kyle. Shoot, it made sense to Anne in a time where not too much had made sense lately.
Kyle clutched Anne’s hand tighter. “Will you go to heaven soon?”
Anne looked straight into his eyes. “God calls us when he’s ready, kiddo. But usually it’s when we’re old and tired.”
“Grandma was tired.” Kyle’s voice said that made sense.
“Yes, she was.”
“I miss Cade.”
Anne’s heart jammed. “What brought that up?”
“He used to talk to me about stuff.” Looking down, Kyle scrubbed a toe in the leaf clutter. “I just miss him.”
“We’ll see him around,” said Anne, her voice matter-of-fact while her heart clenched. She palmed Kyle’s head, meeting his gaze. “In the meantime, you’re stuck with me. Make the best of it, kid.”
Kyle grinned. “Race you to the mailbox?”
He won by an easy margin, then laughed at her antics as she puffed for breath. Slipping off their shoes, he noted, “Someday you won’t have to let me win. I’ll just do it.”
Anne ruffled his hair. “I don’t doubt it for a minute. Let’s get cleaned up and finish dinner.”
Once she’d tucked Kyle into bed, Anne curled into her mother’s favorite chair and cried the tears she’d held back.
She cried for Kyle. For the grandfather he never knew, and for the father that chose to ignore his own child. For her mother, the time lost and the memories she cherished.
For Cade, a man whose impenetrable armor was pierced by her sinfulness and fear, her lack of courage.
Anne laid her head against the wing-backed chair, a fistful of tissues pressed to her face. Her heart thumped, haphazard.
Remember the woman who touched the hem of my garment? She found what she needed. Her faith healed.
I am with you, always. I won’t let you fall. Reach out, Anne. Trust in me with your whole heart, your whole soul. I am the Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end.
The hem of His garment. The words echoed in Anne’s brain. I am with you always, the Alpha and the Omega.
The hem of His garment.
Tentative, Anne reached forward, imagining that poor woman, a woman who’d bled for years, always tired, always worn, reaching out for love. For healing. Her trust pushed her through the throng where her faith saved her.
A gentle peace coursed through Anne, blanketing her. Her fingers moved. She imagined the courage of that woman, working her way through the crowd, ignoring laws that restricted her contact with Jesus, her belief urging her forward.
From faith comes courage. Anne reached for her mother’s Bible, its worn cover dulled with dust. She grimaced at the simplicity she’d missed all this time.
Your word, O Lord, imprinted on my soul. Together, we can face anything.
Why hadn’t she seen that before? She’d run, she’d hidden, she’d cowered in shame when all the while God reached for her, forgiving her. Loving her.
Her mother’s words rang true. God had issued forgiveness long before Anne was ready to forgive herself.
It was time. Swiping her eyes, Anne made a decision. There would be no more running, no turning back. She would do what had to be done, no matter what.
Ted Burnett was evil. She’d faced that evil as a child, her youthful emotions preyed upon to satisfy his lust. It was time others recognized the danger. Guarded against it. She’d meet with the sheriff once Kyle was in school. Spill it all, then deal with the aftermath.
Going public would be brutal. People who merely disliked her now would hate her for bringing Ted down. With so much time passed, there might be little to be done. But at least the information would under public scrutiny, Ted’s evil revealed. Parents would be more watchful. With heightened awareness, Ted should find it impossible to take advantage of another young runner.
Maura’s words resounded in Anne’s ears. “Right is right.” Regardless of outcome, Ted Burnett would find a different adversary in a court of law than he had in that sun-dappled autumn wood.
And about time, too.
Oh Ruthy! Thanks so much for giving us this preview to your writing and this story. What a powerful novel and scene.
Can’t wait to read more of Ruthy! My Seeker bookshelf keeps growing 🙂
To read a great interview with Ruthy, check out this link: http://romancewritersonthejourney.wordpress.com/2009/10/28/meet-debut-author-ruth-logan-herne/
And join me here tomorrow with another Ruth…Regency Queen, Ruth Axtell Morren will be visiting with a powerful scene about a sceptics conversion 🙂
God’s Word of Faith For Today:
All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our sinful nature and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature objects of wrath. But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved.
God came down. To earth… not only to earth, but a teeny, tiny little town in an obscure place called Bethlehem.
So…what was God sayin’?
I LOVE YOU THIS MUCH.
He came to earth, wrapped in flesh, and lived.
He went through the awkwardness of learning to walk & talk, learned to obey his parents, felt the growing pains of youth, and the strange changes of adolescents. In adulthood, he felt the sting of rejection, the agony of betrayal, and the loss of abandonment (by his Heavenly Father on the cross)
The Creator of the stars, came to be born underneath them.
The Maker of mankind humbled himself to become a helpless, dependent infant.
Because of love.
He came to earth to die for us.
Jesus lived a sinless life and his reward? Death on a cross. A hideous death reserved for the worst criminals. He died, taking on the curse of our sin, so that we would no longer have to carry the curse. Instead of curses, we have blessings. His blessings.
He came to earth to conquer for us.
Death has no victory over Christ. Because of love, and the power of God, Jesus conquered death for our sakes. We no longer die, lost for eternity. We have the promise of resurrection in Him.
In other words – He came…He died….He conquered.
Now we can truly live, because of Christ’s ability to fully obey God in His life. Our example and goal. Our help when we can’t live perfectly.
And even if we die, Christ has conquered death, so we can rejoice in the resurrection He provides for us…the future hope.
It all started in a manger over two thousand years ago in Bethlehem. Love came to earth so that we could come to Heaven.
Christ was born, so we could have a new birth