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Letters From Mother 3

14 Jun

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Dora Bowers

April 28, 1983

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Dear Ones,

I just scolded Dad for coming back from fishing early. I guess the wind got to them. They brought in three nice Corvina—about eight pounders. Lowell got a 12 ½ pound Covina last evening.

At another painting lesson, the teacher and I painted a seascape with a Jonathan Livingston Seagull. David loved that book, and our picture was beautiful.

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I should answer your letter, but Dad’s in and out and getting excited about fishing, iced tea, hot weather, and “pearls” from heads of the big fish. Later loves. 

Dad’s going at such a pace that he will surely sleep for a day 

Sounds like all your cars are busy these days. That little red bug has had about everything replaced.

Wish I could have seen that young man our granddaughter was dating. She was probably right to quit him after he got mad and pounded on his steering wheel until it cracked. 

Dad and I have been together a long time. Sometimes when I think back, I’m surprised we made it.

I went to San Diego to the Billy Graham Crusade a few years back—like seven or so. I was surprised that he could lead all those people to Christ. I’m sure the Holy Spirit was busy, too.

Hope you had a nice weekend. It’s great when you can get away together.

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Will your friend’s house be an exceptionally large one? Do you like the plans? Guess I’m past wanting a fine home; it seemed good to quickly clean a camper trailer and get on with my creativity this morning. Not warm enough to swim yet.

I’m with you. Long phone conversations are disruptive-I don’t have many-I guess it all depends on whether you want to talk or rather do your writing? Maybe you should put a bell under the counter, and when you’ve talked long enough, kick it and say, oops, there’s the doorbell-talk to you later. Or get a phone that unplugs.

Dad put a cruise control in the Datsun king cab, and the first time the motor raced when he hit the clutch, I had such a charge of adrenalin, it cured my arthritis for two days. I learned to use the cruise control on the straight stretch from Borrego Springs. It’s a nice touch. Saves on wear and tear of the foot.

No letter from my sister, Judy, since she asked for our family health history. I sent her all I remember.  I hope I didn’t scare her too much by telling her about our mother and two brothers dying of heart attacks.

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This is a lovely day. No wind, no rain, not too hot, exactly right. The lavender lilacs were blooming as we came over the hills.  We could smell them with the car windows open. We also saw new, green oak leaves with burnt sienna bloom on the tops of the Oak trees. 

Love you and like ya, Mother and fisherman Dad.

“Like apples of gold in settings of silver is a word spoken at the right time.”

See Proverbs 25:11. Your two letters arrived on our anniversary. 

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

Letters From Mother-2

7 Jun

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DiVoran Lites

April 20, 1983

We’re at the Salton Sea, Dad, your uncle Lowell, and me. It’s cloudy and cool. We’ve had more wind and rain this spring. Lowell’s going home today and then to Victorville to get your grandmother. She will fly home to Colorado Saturday.

We were all up at Kathy’s Saturday for lunch and had a good time. Rayna’s growing so fast. She will be four in July. (Kathy is Lowell’s daughter, and Rayna is Kathy’s daughter.)

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I got to take a painting lesson over here on Tuesday and take another one today—Wednesday. We were painting a yellow rose. A rose, but not a perfect rose. I finally caught on to making the leaves. I think I have some bad habits to unlearn because I tend to use too much paint. This particular technique requires a light touch and little paint. I was startled when I learned that I needed a particular brush, $7.95 and special white paint, about $7.00 (I didn’t have to buy, borrowed that) and sap green about $6.00, and I bought a canvas. It all totaled $22.73 with the lesson. Shocking, no? Well, today should be only ten. I may continue with a few more this spring while we’re coming over here.

Did you get the tape I sent? Was it in good condition? Do you need Kathy’s address? I have Helen Lucchesi’s too. I don’t have Carol’s. What others did you ask for?

How did you like the spelling in my last letter? Some words come back to haunt me, such as biscuit, mall, restaurant, museum, Reagan. I have an old dictionary here that has 30,000 words but no definitions. Mail.

Well, it’s time to go to school from 8 AM to 11:30 AM. Gotta get a banana, mail your letter and go. 

My take on spelling is that sometimes a person can be deficient in spelling but brilliant in math and visa-versa. 

Love you lots,

Mom

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

Letters From Mother-1

31 May

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My goal has been to learn to write as beautifully as my mother,Dora Bedell Bowers did. We started corresponding when Bill and I got married in California in 1957. Dora and Ivan, my parents were in Albuquerque, and my brother, with his wife and baby, were already in California.  When Mother went to heaven in 2006, the letters stopped. I’d like to share her love-letters with you. I hope you enjoy them as much as we do.  

April 15, 1983

Dear Ones:

I worried and worried the other night about serving my nephew and his wife when they visited. It was a bit of a shame because we have all kinds of different foods to choose from.

In the morning, Roger called and said they would be here after lunch but could stay only a little while. They came at two and left before four. They picked some Valencia oranges from our tree, sampled the lemon iced tea, and ate some Ruby Red Grapefruit from Coachella Valley. Later, I took two pictures of them and served strawberry shortcake. Not the kind Mother would have served, sweet, mashed strawberries over sweet biscuits with fresh, heavy-whipped cream from one of the cows I had milked. Mine was bakery cakes, strawberries from right here in Vista, and cool whip.

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I think they will remember the stop, anyway. Dad gave them a bouquet of roses, some grapefruit, oranges, and lemons from our little grove. I gave Nancy a hot-dish pad that I crocheted when we were fishing at the Salton Sea.

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Well, the sprinklers at home work. I told my sister, Judy as long-range planning, I prayed for new stucco on the house, the sprinklers to work well, and a new carpet, and we are moving right along in the Lord’s good timing.

Today, we are going to your Uncle Lowell’s for dinner and the night, then on to your cousin Kathy’s for lunch tomorrow. It’s about a 5-hour round-trip drive to Victorville. Then Sunday, I guess we’ll go back to the Salton Sea. You’ll recall that your Grandmother surprised us all by getting on a jet and flying from Colorado to see Kathy. 

The wind blew and tore our awning at The Salton Sea last week. We were able to repair it. Fishing isn’t really good yet.

We have renters for the house, but they won’t keep our cat Patches. We’re getting along fine with the neighbor’s cat here at the Salton Sea. He spends the days with us and goes home to the trailer next to us at night.

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You would have enjoyed the desert in bloom at the Salton Sea. We saw a dainty and lovely.desert Indigo bush. The bloom was like a single pea bloom in Indigo. A fishhook cactus was interesting; it had stickers in the shapes of fishhooks. There is a museum at Borrego Springs that is great for learning about the plants. The hills are covered with Orange Ocotillo and yellow brittle-brush, lavender, verbena, tiny white flowers, and white ones close to the ground. Best I’ve ever seen it. I have an article from our paper and a picture of the hills at Borrego Springs. In the fall, the colors change with the seasons.

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                  Love you all lots.

Is there any chance of your coming to WA this year. We’ll pay for between LA and WA again.

Remember how cool it was.

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

From His Heart 3

24 May

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God says,” Honor your father and mother that your days will be long on the earth.” Although the Bible says we shouldn’t worship our ancestors or get too tangled in studying their lives, remembering them like this is a way of honoring them. 

Our friend Patricia sent us a video entitled “The last Boom Town, Creede Colorado.”

Bill sent the video to my brother in California. It was a complete story about mining towns and the people who lived in them.  

Have you checked lately to see whether you’ve ever had miners in your family? They are all over the world, you know. 

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After my husband sent the video, my brother wrote back about our great-grandparents in another mining town, Paonia, Colorado. He wanted to know who it was that he recalled being there. Our great-grandmother was buried there. I wrote him back and told him the story of the family trekking from Illinois to Colorado in 1921 when our dad was only five years old. I’m sure dad had told it, but it was a long time ago. Granddad traveled to Paonia because it was a wonderful place to raise food and cattle. The friend that had told him about the area was a miner along with the other males in their family.  We met some of them in 1983, and they showed us some of the rocks from the mine. 

Counting Pa, thirteen people traveled for a long time from Illinois and had plenty of flat tires to fix. They had the necessary foods such as flour and salt in the big old stake truck and could sometimes find small woods along the road. They slept wherever they could find a place, for the small ones, sometimes it was under the truck. 

Many years later, when Mother and Dad were both in Heaven, my brother sent me, as requested, all the old family photos and Mother’s writings about everything having to do with the family. I have loved going over them for all the years I’ve had them. And I have been surprised at all the people we know who were tied to the mines in one way or another. 

I met Patricia Franklin when we were in second grade in another mining community. We have kept in touch ever since. The area where we lived was two towns a mile apart. One was a mining town, and the other more of a support town. 

My friend Patricia’s family, meets every Memorial Day in a beautiful little cemetery on the floor of a valley near the mountains. Covid messed the reunion up for a while, so I hope they’ll be able to go this year. 

About the video, Patricia says this: 

“This is a great video about Creede.  My Grandmother and her Dad were there during the silver boom.  My grandmother taught school there around 1892, the year Bob Ford shot and killed Jesse James. My great-granddad worked for several years at “the Creede Candle,” the local newspaper, and was the “Spar City Spark” publisher.  Spar City was a little town northwest of Creede. He, John David Vaughan, was quite active in promoting the mining of silver in Colorado back then.”

DiVoran again.

Having just read the novel, Prayers for Sale by Sandra Dallas and discussing it at our church Book Chat, I realized that my brother and I had a mining family that lived in the mountains in Breckinridge, Colorado, in about 1887.  Our great grandmother, Dora Bell Morgan, and her husband Frank Samuel Morgan lived and worked in the mining town, and I imagined that Dora Bell’s life was like Hennie’s, the heroine of the book.  

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Our son-in-law’s grandfather was involved in the mines in West Virginia, and a church friend’s father was too, in Pennsylvania. 

My dad did a stint in a Molybdenum mine in Leadville Co. 

All those mentioned had ties to the mines. It was a pitifully difficult life, but it enabled them to survive.

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

From His Heart 3

17 May

My Take

DiVoran Lites

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I waited and waited and waited some more, 

Patiently knowing God would come through for me.

Then, at last, he bent down and listened to my cry.

He stooped down to lift me out of danger from the desolate pit I was in, 

Out of the muddy mess I had fallen into.

Now he’s lifted me up into a firm, secure place.

And steadied me while I walk along his ascending path.

A new song for a new day rises in me.

Every time I think about how he breaks through for me!

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Ecstatic praise pours out of my mouth until 

Everyone hears how God has set me free.

Many will see his miracles,

They’ll stand in awe of God and fall in love with him!

Blessing after blessing comes to 

love and trust the Lord.

They will not fall away.

For they refuse to listen to the lies of the proud.

O Lord, our God, no one can compare with you.

Such wonderful works and miracles are all found with you! 

And you think of us all the time.

With your countless expressions of love-far exceeding our expectations!

It’s not sacrifices that move your heart.

Burnt offerings, sin offerings–that’s not what brings you joy.

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But when you open my ears and speak deeply to me,

I become your willing servant, your 

Prisoner of love for life.”

So, I said, “Here I am! I’m coming to you as a sacrifice.”

For in the prophetic scrolls of your book

You have written about me.

I delight to fulfill your will, my God, 

For your living words are written upon the pages of my heart.”

Psalms of David 40:1-8

The Passion Translation

“His Banner over Me is Love”

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DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

From His Heart

10 May

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DiVoran Lites

My dear Daughter,

Your grandchildren are fully capable of walking in a suitable and holy manner for the high rank given to them in their divine callings. Each was given a path to follow, which unfolds as they mature.  With tender humility and quiet patience, they demonstrate love toward each other and toward others they know and people they meet. I guard them and keep them whole.

Walk worthy of the calling with which you were called, with all lowliness and gentleness with longsuffering, bearing with each other in love, endeavoring to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.

Ephesians 4:1-3

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

The Blues

3 May

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I’ve been listening to a wonderful Christian speaker on YouTube every morning while I exercise. He uses 15 minutes to talk about God and to pray with the heavenly host. Bill and I like him a lot. Everything he says makes sense and is uplifting. 

But somewhere in the last month, I have lost something. I’ve been worried and somewhat depressed and couldn’t figure out why. I came in and out of experiencing peace and then rolling back to fogginess and disappointment. Never in my life could I measure up to what the morning speaker suggested we be and do as Christians, but I loved the power and the intelligence of his speaking. And that was all I heard every day for a month because I had stopped doing my devotions. They no longer fit into my morning routine.

Yesterday I got up sad and felt sad all day. I didn’t have anything to do. Oh, I could clean out a closet and write a blog, but nothing felt right. I sat down at my desk to figure out what action to take, and since I had nothing else to do, I started to write in my journal. The journals have been the most important stabilizing action for decades.

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In her book, The Artist’s Way, Julia Cameron speaks of morning pages like this: “Morning pages are three pages of longhand writing, strictly stream-of-consciousness. Nothing in it is too petty, too silly, too stupid, or too weird to be included.

Our pastor, Peter Lord, also taught us about journaling, only his emphasis was on Jesus and the Heavenly Host. He wrote out his prayers early every morning for at least sixty years as did many in his congregation. He created some small journals with guides and told us to write letters to God. 

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Over the years, I have read several experts on prayer and journaling, and now it is the only way for me. In my journal, I complain, thank, and request. It may not be for everybody, but this past month I have found my morning pages and the advice of our dear pastor necessary for sanity. When I ignored it, my emotions slid back into the miry clay of loneliness and emotional pain. Then I started writing again, even a little, and the sun came out, and the blues pushed off and away whether I had anything to do or not.

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

One Baby, Two Mothers

26 Apr

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16 One day two women came to King Solomon, 17 and one of them said:

Your Majesty, this woman and I live in the same house. Not long ago my baby was born at home, 18 and three days later her baby was born. Nobody else was there with us.

19 One night while we were all asleep, she rolled over on her baby, and he died. 20 Then while I was still asleep, she got up and took my son out of my bed. She put him in her bed, then she put her dead baby next to me.

21 In the morning when I got up to feed my son, I saw that he was dead. But when I looked at him in the light, I knew he wasn’t my 

son.

22 “No!” the other woman shouted. “He was your son. My baby is alive!”

“The dead baby is yours,” the first woman yelled. “Mine is alive!”

They argued back and forth in front of Solomon, 23 until finally he said, “Both of you say this live baby is yours. 24 Someone bring me a sword.”

A sword was brought, and Solomon ordered, 25 “Cut the baby in half! That way each of you can have part of him.”

26 “Please don’t kill my son,” the baby’s mother screamed. “Your Majesty, I love him very much, but give him to her. Just don’t kill him.”

The other woman shouted, “Go ahead and cut him in half. Then neither of us will have the baby.”

27 Solomon said, “Don’t kill the baby.” Then he pointed to the first woman, “She is his real mother. Give the baby to her.”

28 Everyone in Israel was amazed when they heard how Solomon had made his decision. They realized that God had given him wisdom to judge fairly. 

And the baby lived. 

Kings 3:16-28 The Passion Translation

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

God Loves All Children

19 Apr

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Curious children know when something special is going on, and they want to be part of it. They also need lots of kind and cheerful attention. 

One day, Jesus and his disciples were going through town among the people: mothers, fathers, and children.  It was probably a warm day with clear blue skies. The disciples were on the job, gently holding back the crowd and seeing to it that Jesus had space to do what he wanted and stillness to say what he had to say.

The hard-working disciples had ideas of their own as to how much protection Jesus might need. In this village, small children ran in and out of the crowd playing tag and getting in the way. The disciples decided there was too much going on for Jesus to tell his stories or to heal someone who needed help; this is what happened: 

“The people brought their babies and small children to Jesus so that he might lay his hands on them to bless them. When the disciples saw this, they scolded the parents and told them to stop troubling the Master. Seeing what was happening, Jesus called for the parents, the children, and his disciples to come and listen to Him. Then he told them, ‘Never hinder a child from coming to me but let them all come, for God’s kingdom belongs to them as much as it does to anyone else. These children demonstrate to you what faith is all about. Learn this well: unless you receive the revelation of the kingdom the same way a little child receives it, you will never be able to enter in.’ Luke 18: 15-17 The Passion Translation

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“Jesus Loves the Little Children of the World”

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

The Holy Spirit and Us

15 Mar

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When we ask Jesus to take over our lives, we also get The Divine Encourager, Holy Spirit. 

Holy Spirit is the Spirit of all truth who comes from the Father. Holy Spirit listens to us and answers our prayers.

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Father God give us the courage to do whatever You want us to do.  Give us joy and make life a pleasure even in times of serious trouble. Thank you so much for your Holy Spirit in our lives. What a comfort! What a joy! Every time we open our hearts to you, we fill up with truth, peace, strength, joy, and understanding. Thank you for the Holy Spirit, who is the Divine encourager and the Spirit of Truth. Thank you for each trouble that comes our way because there is a divine promise in it. When we have a question or a problem and when our minds refuse to rest, we call on Holy Spirit to comfort and teach us. We are loved. We have the mind of Christ. We are never alone.

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“No, never alone, no, never alone, He promised never to leave me, Never to leave me alone: No, never alone, No never alone, He promised never to leave me, Never to leave me alone. “ 

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

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