Wednesday Pop-Up: Cat Tails

Today’s Cat Tails star was only in our lives for a very short time but made a big impact on all of us. With beautiful markings and a laid-back personality, he made himself right to home after having disappeared for three months.

Ransom

Ransom was one of two kittens who showed up in the garage with their stray mother cat. She kept them outside for several months, and while she became the neighborhood pet, the kittens remained skittish.

When we discovered the cats taking refuge in our garage, we scheduled surgeries for them. We were able to catch one of the kittens, but Ransom got scared and we couldn’t catch him.

A few months later, we decided it was time to take Ransom in to get neutered. The night before the scheduled surgery, he took off. He didn’t come back, and after several weeks we figured that he was gone for good.

About three months after he left, Ransom mysteriously reappeared. Before that, he’d been skittish and not very friendly. When he returned, he was a different cat. He wanted in the house, and he came in and went back out again as if he were used to doing so.

The only possible reason we could think of for the change in him was that he’d become a part of someone else’s household while he was gone. Maybe when he left our garage, he’d found his way to another house and the people had made a house cat of him. We never did find out for sure, because he stayed close to our home after he came back.

He liked to sleep on the beds. He got along well with our dog. We all enjoyed having him around.

One time, my son watched as Ranson brought a squirrel up onto the deck and proceeded to eat the whole thing, minus the tail.

Because Ransom was an indoor/outdoor cat and we wanted to keep the pet population in the neighborhood down, I scheduled him for surgery (again). This time he went willingly into the carrier. The vet wanted to run some tests before surgery. The test results were heartbreaking. He had FIV, a feline aids virus. It’s transmitted through blood and, like with humans, sexual contact.

The virus is contagious and incurable. Since Ransom was part of our household of cats, we didn’t want them to get infected. So we made the tough choice to put him down.

The loss of this mysterious cat saddened all of us.

A few weeks after we put Ransom down, a stray female cat showed up with two kittens. They looked a lot like Ransom, and we guessed that he was their father. We had the kittens tested for FIV and they were negative.

Having a part of Ransom in the two kittens made losing him a little easier, but he will always remain one of our favorites.

A Mom’s Example

It’s hard for me to write a Mother’s Day post because I miss my mom so much. She passed away in 2004, but sometimes it feels like it’s been just a few years and not 16. She died of complications from diabetes after struggling with her illness.

My mom worked hard all of her life. She always said she wasn’t going to marry a farmer, and my dad didn’t farm at the time they got married. A few years into their marriage, he took over the family farm. When I was a baby, they lived in an old farmhouse that didn’t have an indoor toilet. Soon after I was born, they moved to a house that had indoor plumbing, but my mom’s life didn’t get any easier. Raising five children with not a lot of money meant ongoing challenges for her.

I never saw the struggle in my mom, however. Maybe I was too young to be aware of it. I remember her working hard, though. Gardening, canning, picking berries, even helping with the haying.

Although she was a busy person, she always made time to serve in church. Over the years, she was Sunday school teacher, Bible school leader, junior church director. She planned and directed Christmas programs and other special events. She became the church secretary and served the pastors and listened to the trials of the congregation.

She gave of her time and energy for the church in whatever capacity she served. And she laughed a lot. People liked her and trusted her. She finished her life well as a servant of the Lord, as a loving wife and mother.

Mom had a servant’s heart, and I hope to emulate that as I age. I hope that I can keep laughing and have the trust of others to listen to their stories.

Mom never saw me become a published author. When I first wrote the Substitute Family, (of which I am publishing a chapter each week here on my blog) I gave it to Mom to read. She said she realized as she got partway through it that she was not just reading a story, but reading a book. Those were words of praise to me, that she recognized the difference.

I’m a storyteller. I create fictional worlds, but my characters struggle with real life challenges. They find their hope in the Lord to solve their problems, as I have also found my hope and strength in my faith. And much of who I am today, as a mother and as a person, is because of the strong godly influence of my mom.

This Mother’s Day, I give honor to my mom as the greatest positive influence on my life. I’ve met many challenges, but by her exampled I’ve been able to put my trust in the Lord through it all.

Friday Feature: Sprinkled with Sabotage

Today’s featured book is a Christian romantic suspense novel by Allison Pearl.

About the book:

Lizzy Bennet loves life as a lawyer in the city. And not just because of the miles it puts between her and her ex. However, when she’s attacked on the street just hours after learning her identity was stolen, she tries to call home for help and ends up with the last person she expects: the very same high school boyfriend who broke her heart. He says he’s there to help, but she’s not so sure, and now, all the endless questions and regrets are clouding her judgment and preventing her from seeing the dangerous saboteur closing in.  

Small-town auto mechanic, Koby Knightly, is looking forward to seeing a car show in the city. But when an unexpected call from his old girlfriend disconnects suddenly, he rushes to her aid. Throwing his plans out the window, Koby makes it his mission to protect her and discover the identity of the person trying to frame her. Will he also be able to figure out what went wrong between them back in high school or will a killer get to her first?

Excerpt:

“I loved that car. You did, too, if I remember. If I was driving it, you were sure to be in the passenger seat.”

Looking away, she smoothed a hand over her hair. “I did like it. As far as the rides, though, if I hadn’t come with, I’d never have seen you. As soon as you got that job, the others came rolling in. You worked more than Josh and my dad. Only sixteen, and yet you were the best mechanic in town.”

All those hours weren’t for nothing. “I kept busy. I wasn’t all that complicated back then. I was only interested in two things: you and making enough money to get you to run off somewhere exciting and marry me.”

Her shoulders fell, and a bit of light left her eyes. “You didn’t run off, though. You could’ve come here or gone to Philadelphia, but you didn’t. I left. But you’re still there. Why did you stay?”

Did she really want to do this now? He closed the space between them, standing so close he could make out every one of her perfect eyelashes. “I don’t know. I told myself that it was smart to stay. Fresh out of high school, and I already had a start. A business of my own. The beginnings of a career. But now…”

“But now what?” Her voice was soft, but he sensed an urgency in the tone. “Why did you stay?”

His heart pounded in his ears. If he could only kiss her one last time. “I think I stayed because a part of me always thought you’d come back, and if I was gone… i-if you changed your mind about us and came back… I didn’t want to miss my chance.”

About the author:

Allison Pearl is a small-town girl who’s lived just about everywhere. She loves books,tea, chocolate, and watching old movies with her husband and black lab, Sal.

Author media links:

Website: allison-pearl.com

Twitter: @AllisonPearl5

Instagram: @allisonnicolepearl

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/allisonnicolepearl

Amazon: amazon.com/author/booksbypearl

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/allisonnicolepearl

Buy Link:

https://www.anaiahpress.com/product/SprinkledwithSabotage/78?cp=true&sa=false&sbp=false&q=false&category_id=3

Mercy Works

When my kids were younger, I was involved in church ministry, working full-time, running them back and forth to school and extracurricular activities, and meeting myself coming and going. My priorities got jumbled up when my “to do” list became too long. I sometimes got so involved in the tasks of the ministry that I forgot about showing kindness and compassion to the persons in my own home and those whom I served.

It took an object lesson on a warm summer afternoon to show me how important kindness and compassion are.

I was crawling around on my hands and knees in my daughter’s bedroom, picking up hundreds of craft beads in a variety of shapes and sizes. That was not what I wanted to be doing with my time.

Almost daily I had instructed her to go to her room and pick up her beads and toys. When it became apparent that she would not do it, I would send her in there with the usual, “Don’t come out until it’s done.”

She would sob, “I can’t do it.” And she didn’t.

The problem was her bead collection had gotten out of control. She collected beads of every imaginable size, shape and color. Beads were scattered everywhere, under the bed, in the carpet, in every nook and cranny of her room. Some she had received them as gifts, and some she had bought with her own money. Now they were all a jumbled mess on her floor.

I thought the answer was to get an organizer for her beads. To help her get started, I began to sort the beads by color into different drawers. Within minutes, I realized I didn’t have the time or patience for that task, either. Tossing the organizer aside, I picked up a large flat covered container that would fit under her bed, and began tossing the beads into the tub.

Now, I did not want to spend my afternoon in her room, doing what I determined was her job. I had not planned to spend my day sorting beads. Yet, tired of the fight and wanting to see the task completed, I continued to work quietly.

My daughter wasn’t even in the room at the time. She was watching TV in the living room. After a little while, she came into her bedroom, and seeing what I was doing, started to help.

As we worked alongside each other, a word popped into my head:

MERCY

I realized from past experience that God was showing me an object lesson. As I pondered the definition of mercy, I thought of how it meant showing kindness to someone who didn’t really earn it. The beads were my daughter’s mess. She had gotten them all out and played with them, and hadn’t put them away. They were her responsibility. I didn’t have to help her.

In that moment, I came to understand her absolute hopelessness when she looked at the mess in her room. She was overwhelmed with the thought of putting things in order. Thought I wanted to vacuum up the whole lot of them and toss them into the trash, I understood how much that would hurt her. Her beads were important to her.

Her beads had been intended as a blessing, and now they had become a burden. My love for her made me want to help her make sense out of her mess.

As we worked together, I realized how that is like God’s mercy towards me. I often became overwhelmed with the responsibilities of caring for my home and family. When I added to that the additional responsibilities of church ministry, I felt like I was in “over my head.” I hadn’t always prayed things through before volunteering to do something. At other times, the tasks proved to be beyond my capabilities. And there were times when I was capable of completing the task, but didn’t have time to do it.

Just like my daughter with her collection of beads, I had my hands full of activities that had become jumbled and disorganized. I felt overwhelmed, and wanted to abandon everything. When I couldn’t run from it, I procrastinated, but the work piled up. What was meant to be a blessing became a burden.

That’s where Mercy stepped in.

With kindness and compassion, my Heavenly Father began His work of sorting through my troubled mess. Even though my mess was my responsibility, He didn’t hold that against me. His love for me moved Him to help me make sense of my circumstances. He opened my eyes to possibilities and helped me prioritize my time. He gave me the courage to ask for help or delegate some responsibilities to others.

When I saw the circumstances start to change, I felt a peace and a hope settle over my heart and mind. My focus changed, and I found the energy to accomplish my tasks.

Fellow Christian author, Christina Sinisi, recently wrote an article that really resonated with me. “Why You Shouldn’t Get Involved” is the title of her article. This link will take you to an e-magazine, Faith on Every Corner. Her article is on page 46-47.

The object lesson I learned that day in my daughter’s room gave me a sense of how wonderful God’s mercy is. Because He has shown mercy to me and helped me, I am able to help others and show them kindness and compassion. He helps me keep my priorities straight so that my life is organized and no longer out of control.

Author Interviews

For my new release, I was interviewed by several authors and bloggers. I’m posting their links below. I am so thankful to them for inviting me to be the guest on their blogs. You can learn a lot about my book as well as details about my life and inspiration from the interviews.

Reading is My Superpower:

https://readingismysuperpower.org/2021/04/20/author-interview-and-a-giveaway-carol-underhill-the-reluctant-billionaire/

Anaiah Press (Publisher):

https://anaiahpress.wordpress.com/2021/04/20/author-interview-carol-underhill/?fbclid=IwAR2boXXMy4b1g4b_u5v_a_fiidgRUdQV7pPfiu_yRUa3buQhtHKCG-YSPuc

Romantic Reads:

https://capturingtheidea.blogspot.com/2021/04/romantic-reads-reluctant-billionaire-by.html?fbclid=IwAR3XdtJ-RdyvmMykPGcc0WyHWbh8-VlVfS223BIY8PIvmDsxfQktyDe8AHA

Author Christina Sinisi:

https://www.christinasinisi.com/post/guest-blog-carol-underhill?fbclid=IwAR3LlkBUml3N2rV5g-XARGbeWdNvvwMhjxa35OkCsN0HmeLUtHIatM-wvDY

Author Ann Brodeur:

Author Colleen Hall:

https://www.colleenhallromance.com/carol-underhill-book-release

Do you have any questions you would like me to answer either about my book or myself? If so, post them in the comments below.