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ROSEATE SPOONBILL

18 May

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Photo by Melody Hendrix

As we drive through Cape Canaveral, which is also a National Wildlife Refuge, we spot a single Roseate Spoonbill in a ditch, with water up to her knees.  This is the first juvenile Roseate Spoonbill we’ve ever seen. She bends to run her beak through the water in order to scoop a beak full of Roseate Spoonbill food.

We drive past that spot frequently and at first, we felt sorry for the small bird, because she was alone. Being the passenger in the car, I see her almost every time we go by. Lately she has been with a flock of half-a-dozen water-grazing White Ibis. I spot her immediately in the group by the splash of deep-rose color on her wings.  It’s good for her not to be alone anymore. Rosie now has a family. 

“God sets the lonely in families…”

Psalm 68:6 World English Bible

Our Day on the Farm

11 May

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Almost everyone has a deep desire for human contact! We hadn’t seen our married daughter and our married son in a long time nor their spouses whom we love. We kept in touch with Zoom, the phone, and email. It all worked well, but we were thrilled when we got a phone call to meet the four of them at Shedd’s U-Pick farm. We would do the sunflower maze. They gave us the address and said we’d meet at the farm at 10:00 A. M. on Sunday when we would normally be at church if the church were open. The digital map said it would take 26 minutes up Highway 1 to get there. 

Bill and I got there first. It was a four-acre maze full of sunflowers. Some were tall, but most came only up to our waists. There was no chance of getting lost, especially when our daughter’s tall husband led the way.

 We walked in joy for over an hour as happy as we could be. No one wore a mask in our party or any other. The air was fresh with a cool breeze and looking up, we saw a large flock of starlings flying over the field many times, tweeting zooming up and down. At first, I thought it was two different kinds of birds because they were mixed colors some black and some gray. The latter was smaller. But on second thought I knew it was males and females.

 I don’t know why they stayed for such a long time. Maybe it was the open space over the maze, or maybe they enjoyed seeing the people as much as the people enjoyed seeing them. A drone hovered causing curiosity, then it landed in the hands of a man right there in the maze. Everyone had their idea of why it was there, but no one knew for sure. 

Our son bought each of us ladies three sunflowers of our choice. That was how they came at checkout.  Some were deep reddish-brown and some yellow. The bees were busy on them sometimes two at a time. Our son practically begged us to ask for the hardest ones to get to because as he said he likes to push his way through tall vegetation in a field. 

Beautiful children abounded. Everyone looked so fresh and pretty and you could feel the love the visitors had for each other. When it was time to leave, we bought a pint of Orange Blossom honey made by the bees that belong to the farm. 

Our next stop was the National Cemetery on Highway one. Our son had never been there, and I think he wished to honor our son-in-law by asking to see where his mother’s ashes were stored. 

Our son-in-law and our daughter cared for his mother in their home with the aid of caregivers. For five years. The couple was able to keep their jobs and bring in people from hospice because even though she was not physically terminal it is the law for people with dementia to be able to receive help from Hospice.  Our two managed to get out for an occasional football game or breakfast at the port. Once in a while, they could visit us to help with our computer questions. Because his dad was at the National Cemetery, his mother was too. 

It’s the most beautiful cemetery I have ever seen with rolling hillocks of grass, birds, and our beautiful Florida sky. Someday… when we fly off to Heaven, Bill and I will leave our ashes there. 

Our daughter got one of her sunflowers from their car to put in a provided metal vase, daughter-in-love gave one of hers and I gave one of mine. We discussed the whole subject of being there. Our Son-in-law looked up the different crosses and other small carvings on the marble fronts of the niches in the Columbarium.  There are 72 to choose from. We took the opportunity to tell them which one we liked best.

Finally, we came to our house in Titusville. We had enough room on our porch to socially space us. We talked for a good long time.  Billy said it was a Mother’s Day gift. It was thoroughly wonderful. Fortunately, they were vigilant to watch that I didn’t accidentally grab one of them for a hug. It was a Mother’s Day to remember.

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.”

Here’s Thea

4 May

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 Scribe: DiVoran

Meow. How is everybody on this beautiful spring day? I’m going to try to tell Ma what’s going on in my life so she can write it down. Ma says that most cats sleep two-thirds of the time. I wonder if most kitties have as many places to sleep as I do. I like to be close to Ma, but I don’t like for her to pick me up. I’m a rescue cat, so maybe someone scared or hurt me picking me up.  I sleep way down on the end of Ma’s bed every night where I won’t get squashed or kicked, except for once in a while in her sleep. I might be a therapy cat ‘cause when she makes that snoring sound or moves around too much, I step onto her chest and settle down with my whiskers in her face. She wakes up real quick cause my whiskers tickle her face. 

Usually, she wants to sleep longer, but I want to go out on the porch. If she won’t let me out, I meow loud enough to wake up her Bill. She doesn’t think that is nice of me, so she gets up to let me out onto the porch.  You wouldn’t believe how purrty it is out there at night, especially when the sky is lighted up with a big yellow ball. She doesn’t hardly ever get upset with me, but I got a little slap on my rump the other day when I climbed the new animal-proof screen she bought to keep me from ripping the old one when I climbed it. She told me she was so sorry for the slap, but it wasn’t much, and I believed her. I don’t think she’ll do that again. It makes her too sad.

A Cuban Tree Frog got inside the porch one time and I ate it. It tasted so bad I got sick. I’ve also tasted a few lizards that she doesn’t know about. But I get a whole can of cat food and it takes me all day to eat it, so I don’t usually get too hungry. I do like Greenies. And I really love cat grass. I think it’s a kind of food that cats sometimes like. I feel I must have some every day, but Ma says it costs too much at the pet store. She has been growing some in boxes in the yard. When I see her going outside, I jump on a footstool and wait for her to come back with a bouquet of green grass. She holds it tight in her fingers and I tilt my head and close one eye to bite off the grass. 

If she doesn’t have grass when she comes back in, I turn my headlight yellow eyes on her. If she’s too busy to get it for me, she feels bad about that too.

Now she’s growing another crop of cat-grass in a heavy pot that she and Bill can carry onto the porch.

She finally decided to grow a crop I could eat by myself without pulling the grass out by the roots. I’ve tasted every plant in the house and on the porch.

She knew she didn’t have any that poison ones. Nothing makes me happy like a bouquet of home-grown cat grass, except maybe when we play with the plush mouse on a leash after supper. 

Oh, guess what? We have a couple of rabbits that come into our yard. Our yard is safe because we don’t put poison on it, but it isn’t nice grass like my cat grass, it’s tiny plants with tiny flowers. I heard somebody call them weeds one time, but Ma says Florida isn’t supposed to have lush yards. She says the little flowers are a beautiful groundcover and they take care of themselves. Anyhow, about the rabbits, through the porch screen I got to watch them chasing each other around in the yard. Some people think cats shouldn’t be confined to a house and porches, but Ma says that outdoor cats don’t live long, and she wants me around for the rest of her life. Her son-in-law said he would take care of me when she takes off for Heaven. But I hope that’s a long time from now. 

That’s all for now. 

Meow and Meow,

Thea

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.”

Moving Out- 2

27 Apr

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Description: Relaxation, Spring, Reading, Heart

On Monday morning, I came onto the back porch before dawn and flipped on the renovated lights. The new LED bulbs blazed. I have struggled with small lamps for many years and now the whole porch is as bright as daylight. I took my Bible and journal from my wheeled carts. 

When you use any journal, the right tools make a difference. I get my pens online from Pentel: Engergel liquid gel ink. They are the best I have ever used. I have several pens because I constantly lose them and find them again. I also have refills so that when I run out, I can pop one in and keep on writing. Some of my favorites have black ink. Those indicate that it’s me talking. The ones I like best come with violet ink and indicate that the writing is from scripture or is a paraphrased group of verses.

Now, it doesn’t matter if I get confused and use the wrong color of ink because I don’t expect anyone to ever read my journals. Even though I don’t expect anyone to read them after I’m gone, I still don’t enter anything embarrassing or hurtful. You know how we get snippy if we have differences with people and we don’t feel free to talk to them, or maybe we don’t know what to say? That’s when we can write a letter to study the situation, shred it, and then wait for God to shed light on the situation. 

Monday, as I looked around at the plants and trees and watched the birds vying for a chance at the feeder, I thought of my favorite hymn: “In the Garden.”  I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses.

In my imagination, I am in a sunny garden of fragrant blooms.   I wear a soft white voile dress that ruffles in the flower-scented breeze as I rise to greet my Savior, Jesus.  As I walk with him and talk with him, He tells me I am his own. And the voice I hear falling on my ear, none other has ever known.

This doesn’t mean that I hear his voice audibly, nor does it mean that no one else has ever heard him speak. It only means that He knows us as unique individuals and that he has a special way of relating to every single one of us. He cherishes each of us and will never leave us or forsake us. What he wants more than anything is to love us, light up our lives, and use us to light the lives of others.

 I come to the Garden alone. Who knows what may happen in this imaginary garden of mine? Jesus is not imaginary though; He is real as is Holy Spirit and God the Father. I want to interface with them, praise them, and do for them and others whatever they ask me to do in their grace and empowerment. Halleluiah! 

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.”

Moving Out

20 Apr

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It’s Spring. I can start moving my morning devotions onto the porch. It’s a semi-cluttered space, but there’s still room for a table, chairs, and two wheelable storage items to store books and art supplies in. I also have a spiffy green wagon full of gardening tools. 

Can you find the cat?

We may yet have a few cold days when I’ll have to roll it all back inside, but by the first of May, good Lord willin ’and the crick don’t rise, I’ll be able to leave it on the porch until the first of November. Bill has a plastic set of drawers he isn’t using so he loaned it to me to keep the humidity out of my Bibles, my hymnal, and my journal. 

This next one is my fun cart where I can find pens, pencils, crayons, and a small paint set.

I’ll have to move back into the house about the first of November, but that’s a nice long time to be outside and I’m looking forward to it. We have recently replaced our porch lights and it is now as light as daylight. Now, I can go out and enjoy the porch if I happen to awaken before dawn. 

Bill and I spend plenty of time together. We stop to visit in the kitchen or any of the rooms in the house. We have good talks at the dinner table, and we go on errands together. One of us stays in the car so as not to add to any crowds.  We each have things to do alone that we cherish. At this moment he is exercising his shoulders and knees. He has had at least fifteen surgeries since he retired twenty years ago. Shoulders, knees, hernias, eye surgery, you name it…but like the energizer bunny he just takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’. We thank God every day for taking such good care of us.  

I started morning devotions about fifty years ago when Bill worked at the Space Center. While he listened to the Bible on a portable tape player on his way to work, and the children watched Captain Kangaroo on the black and white T. V. set we had.  I sat nearby and tried out different ways of keeping up with what the Lord was doing in my life. 

At that time, Peter Lord was our pastor and with his beloved wife, Johnnie, and the church staff and he urged us to spend personal time with the Lord. He published a small journal that helped us know what to look for when we were seeking the Lord. I started with that. Now there are hundreds of books that help with personal devotions. Our present church has the small Upper Room available for us every two months. It’s a small booklet, but we do like to read it every day and look up the scriptures given there.

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.”

A Season of Praise

13 Apr

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Description: Pasqueflower, Pulsatilla Vulgaris

Pixabay

It has been about a month since the coronavirus became big news and the churches shut down along with many other places. We have been ordered by the governor to stay at home except for essential things such as food and medical care. We are now being told to wear masks and to stand six feet away from people we don’t live with. 

As for Bill and me, we are enjoying the restfulness of this season, and the rules are not hard for us to obey. Some folks online are making jokes about being bored, so we are glad to have things to do…many that we have put off for years. 

 We have been successful with our grocery buying. Once, though we accidentally bought 36 rolls of 1 ply toilet paper. I wish we had read the labels, but even if we had we might not have been able to get our favorite four-ply. Sometimes in the past when hurricanes were predicted the shelves would be emptied. Even then, toilet paper was a big deal. 

It seems as if everyone is getting food and being cared for. I hope not many are falling through the cracks. When we were out today, we saw a huge bight, beautiful American Flag attached to a high crane lift.  What a glorious sight. 

We are old and everyone is good to us. However, we don’t like the label, elderly. We are not all frail and helpless. We prefer the name of Elder because we have lived a long time and most of us have gained wisdom in plain living that some youngsters  do not have.

 I don’t sew anymore, but I was given a handmade mask. Bill has a good mask and we wear them when we go out. It’s kind of sweet the way we ladies would like for our hand-sewn masks to match our clothes just as we expect our jewelry to do.

Our grown children are showing us ways to communicate online. One couple is loaning us a camera to use for a skype situation. They will be calling us on our Smart Phones and telling us how to install it and use it. We have already had two Sunday conference calls with our married couples. 

Two young people in our family live far away from Florida. One of them lives in Queens, New York but she is now staying with a friend further north which seems to be safer than Queens. Another young relative has been visiting a tiny Japanese island off Taiwan. We don’t hear much from either of them except through their parents. The one on the island has been told that he doesn’t have to come back to America after a three-month visit. He can stay until August which is when his business there is over. 

We’ve been having a good time with some of the Christian shows on the internet. Friends send funny videos and Bill disburses them from his computer. I love the ones about animals, especially goats…especially baby goats.

We decided to put in some house plants. Taking care of them is fun. They are lovely to look at, and they will help keep us healthy as well.

Every morning, we each have devotionals on our own.  We get plenty of time to read the Bible or to write in a journal. We can look up a chain of pertinent scriptures and immerse ourselves in them. That seems to lift us into a higher plane with the Lord. 

Our weather has been springy and beautiful. Every year we have six months of hot weather and six months of what we call cold weather. In the winter we usually need the heat on. Summertime demands air conditioners. Right now, we are between hot and cold and can open the house. Aren’t we spoiled, though? I don’t think we’re helping anybody much. Is it because we have not been called to do anything different than what we are already doing? We are praying for people. We especially like to pray for children, for those who are in the Good News Club and for those who are not.  Before the CV, volunteers and wonderful teachers worked together to help the children get the education they will need. 

After supper, Bill and I take out our “Then Sings My Soul,” hymn books compiled by Robert Morgan. We have finished singing through and reading the stories of the hymns on the first volume and are waiting for volume two. It is wonderful to sing the beautiful old songs we grew up on. They have deep meaning for us and easy for us to sing. Robert Morgan says there are many things that music can help us with. One is being connected with people from other generations. Robert Morgan says,  “Each week millions of Christians in local settings around the world, using hymns composed by a believer from every era and branch of Christendom, join voices in united bursts of praise, speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in their hearts to the Lord.”  We, like the author, think it would be a shame for the legacy of those hymn writers to disappear. 

We can walk in the neighborhood. We like to listen to audiobooks as we go because it makes the walk go faster. We do the rest of our talking at the table, in the car, or just going from one room to another to ask questions.

The last thing at night we search for a decent movie to watch. I’m working on finding a way to find good and decent movies on the TV. How can it be so hard to find a good movie out of the millions we can access? 

For all these happy days we give thanks and praise to our wonderful Trinity: God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit who supernaturally protect us and show us the way. If you want to know this trinity for yourself, just ask any one of them how to join in.  In other words, get to know them by talking to them and opening your heart to listen to what they have to say. Then you will know how to become one of his children and have all your sin taken away. That’s why we celebrate Easter. If he is ours and we are his, we know that whatever happens, He is in it and He is with. 

Author, Poet and Artist

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.”

Houseplants

6 Apr

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We bought some houseplants a while ago. So far they like being at our house. I recall the beautiful spring day when we planted them in mostly terracotta pots. African Violet stands out for the spectacular recovery she is making. I think she needed a home more than the rest of the warehouse plants did because in the store she was under a shelf on a cart where there were several others in the dark and all scrunched up. Next stop…the dump. All her leaves crowded upward reaching for light and air. Her deep purple flowers had many buds among them. I saw that she was beautiful, that she had potential, and that she above all the others wanted most to come home with us.

We had two small Polka Dot plants, one white the other pink. They also wanted to leave the big Garden Store and come to a home where people cared for them as individuals. When we got home, I watched a video on polka dot plants and the pleasant teacher told us a secret about our Polka Dot Plants. They like all the others, were almost as much afraid of being overwatered as she was. She learned how to let people know when she was thirsty. She lets her leaves droop a bit until she gets her drink of water. I’m hoping it will keep me on track with the other plants too. I do have an awful habit of watering too much. 

We bought a plant that is such a deep burgundy color that it’s labeled: black. We need other colored foliage around here since much of what we see is green, green, and green. I didn’t read the tag until I got the plant home, but when I did read it I was taken aback. It looked like a perfect volunteer standing straight and tall in its small pot, but the label said, “Sweet Potato Vine.” Oh no, what now, vines are a bit too feisty for me. I’ll call it Vinny and see what I can do with it. There’s always help on YouTube.

I went to the store specifically to get a miniature palm tree, but somehow, I got side-tracked and ended up buying next to the biggest size of Split Leaf Philodendron on the floor. Now that’s a plant that can clear the air of almost any unwanted thing. He’s our hero. We’re calling him Phillip (Phil) like in Philippians.

Thea with begonias

We had already taken up some plants from the yard. I potted a spider plant and brought it in. Thea tasted it then decreed that it needed trimming and ate half of every leaf on it. She didn’t throw up this time as she did the last time she ate some spider-plant. I’ve got to re-seed her cat-grass garden. (She doesn’t care a whit for catnip.) I don’t think houseplants are all that good for cats, but she did taste every plant and that was the one she chose. I’m calling the plant Spider because I like spiders.  If you have Arachnophobia. I apologize for mentioning the creatures. Don’t worry, I have my phobias too.

It’s always a good thing to have a passion and pursue it. God is in the business of pouring out his love and grace. He has given us so many things to learn and do and they are so varied it would take a robot to name them all. The first person who ever praised the Lord in the Bible was an artisan which means a person who works with their hands. I like to work with my hands and have especially loved potting and starting to care for Violet, the Dotties, Vinny, Phillip, and Spider.

Maybe I should be writing about the Corona Virus Scare, but I’m not scared. We don’t take much notice of the news, but we do follow the rules and find out the few things we truly need to know. Why? If we are Christians and love our Lord Jesus who died to atone for our sins we can get a lot from Psalm 91. As we read it, we know we don’t have to be afraid because we believe what the Bible says. The Bible has over 365 references to the word fear. We can read Psalm 91 over and over and see our fears decrease as we believe the word of God more and more.  I get scared, almost everyone does whether they admit it or not, but I do feel I’m getting a bit better at trusting God as the years go by. To experience the absence of fear is to experience peace, love, and joy. Many, many Christians will tell you this. You probably already know it yourself.

Colossians 3: 1-2 says, 

“If then you have been raised with Christ [to a new life, thus sharing His resurrection from the dead], aim at and seek the [rich, eternal treasures] that are above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. [Psalm110:1.] Set your minds and keep them set on what is above—the higher things—not on the things that are on the earth.” (AMP Bible)

You might want to check out Dr. Caroline Leaf on YouTube. She taught me a lot about renewing my mind into the Lord’s way of thinking. 

Author, Poet and Artist

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.”

Look at the Birds

30 Mar

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Author, Poet and Artist

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.”

Pity

27 Mar

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Reblogged From Rebekah Lyn Books

 

Promise Poster Pity #7

 

 

Oh Happy Day

23 Mar

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Author, Poet and Artist

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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