Spring Break: Still Waters

One of the most memorable spring break vacations I’ve been on is when my older kids were four and five years old. We took them to North Carolina to visit my sister and her family, and joined them on a trip to Orlando. We went to Disneyworld and saw all of the sights there. We waited in lines, took the kids on rides, and ate the popular foods. It was exciting, but the park and the crowd were overwhelming.

At another time (not on spring break), my husband and I took the kids and went to Chicago. He’d always wanted to see the Sears Tower (as it was called at the time). I’m scared of heights, and being so far up with glass windows and small children gave me anxiety. There was much about the trip that I loved, but at the time I was really nervous and again overwhelmed.

I could go into detail about other trips we went on, like Niagara Falls,and Brockway Mountain and Lake of the Clouds in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where my anxiety kept me from enjoying myself.

Lake of the Clouds in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula

You can see that crowds and high places make me nervous. That’s why I like quiet vacations on the water.

Living in Michigan, we are surrounded by the Great Lakes. I’ve seen most of them. My favorite is Lake Superior. Despite the water being cold, it is so pure that you can see the rocks on the bottom clearly.

Me in Lake Superior 2007

We’ve stayed in motels along Lake Huron in both Mackinac City and St. Ignace. I enjoyed sitting on the beach there, especially in the mornings when it was quiet all around.

I’ve visited Lake Michigan many times and waded in the water close to shore.

One of my favorite places is surrounded by calm water, Mackinac Island in Michigan. I don’t mind the ferry ride to get there. I’ve gone on a bike ride around the island twice, taking in the beautiful shoreline.

Mackinac Island, Michigan

Psalm 23 reads:

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters; He restores my soul… Psalm 23: 1-3a.

There is more to the Psalm than that, but those two sentences, He leads me beside the still waters; He restores my soul, are meaningful to me. I struggle with social anxiety. I’m nervous in groups of people, no matter how many are around. I have a hard time going to unfamiliar places. Sitting and looking out over still waters calms my soul.

I don’t want to let anxiety rule my life, however. I need to remember that even if I’m not sitting beside still waters, the Holy Spirit in me can bring me peace, even in the midst of a crowd.

This pandemic has made me even more isolated than I was before. Now a difficult winter is behind me and the weather is getting nicer, I’m tired of being at home.

I want to get out and go on adventures. I want to return to Mackinac Island this summer. I’d also like to take the train to Chicago and visit the Navy Pier. Will it give me anxiety? Most likely. Will it be worth the effort? Most definitely.

My daughter has taken the train to Chicago and Ubered around downtown for a conference. I’d like to take her with me, because she’s already been there and will know her way around. I want to trust that even in a crowded city, my soul will remain calm.

Do you have an adventure you’d like to go on this spring or summer?

Substitute Family Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Emily left Garret’s house and drove across the city to the suburb where her aunt and uncle lived. They had a basement apartment with a separate entrance that she was using this week. Although she had told Peg not to bother, her aunt had cleaned up the apartment last night after she got home from the hospital and put fresh linens on the bed. Emily went downstairs first and changed her clothes. It had been early morning when Cody’s wet diaper had leaked onto her blouse, but the odor had followed her all day. She was quick to change into a fresh T-shirt and shorts.

            She went upstairs into the main part of the house. The basement stairs opened into the kitchen. Her aunt stood next to the island.

“Hello,” Emily called out.

Peg turned away from the onions she was dicing and smiled at Emily. “Oh, hi, Emily. How did your day go with the twins? Aren’t they precious?”

            There was only one right answer, Emily realized. “Everything went well. Your schedule helped out a lot. And they are cuties. I really enjoyed spending time with them.”

            “Did Chloe ever stop crying?” Peg asked.

            “Not really. She cried whenever I put her down.” It had been a long, frustrating day.

            “She’s real clingy. I’ve gotten her to the point where she goes off by herself and plays. Then it seems she regresses to wanting to be held all the time. I think that’s all Garret does with her.”

            And there it was. It had only taken two minutes for the negative comments about Garret’s parenting abilities, or Peg’s way of thinking, his inabilities, to be criticized.

            “You’re home a little earlier than I thought you would be,” Peg said.

            “He came home at five-thirty.”

            Peg’s lips twisted. “Don’t get used to it. He works a lot of overtime. I think he does it so he doesn’t have to take care of the kids. His mom comes over every Saturday so he can go to the office and work.”

            Garret had told Emily that he was working on a big project that required overtime. Emily was about to defend Garret, but then she realized she did not want to make Peg angry. Instead, she walked over to the kitchen island. “What are you making for supper?”

            “I have a taco salad in the refrigerator for us. I’m making chicken noodle soup for Dan. You can have some of that too, when it’s done, if you would like.”

            “I love your taco salad. Do you mind if I grab a soda?”

            “Of course not. This is your second home, you know.”

            Emily did know. She had spent a lot of time here when she and Julie, and Julie’s younger sister, were growing up. Her mom had worked full-time, so during summer vacations Emily stayed with her cousins for weeks at a time.

            “How’s Melanie doing?” Emily asked about Julie’s sister.

            “She’s very uncomfortable and anxious for this baby to come.”

            “She’s due in a couple of weeks, isn’t she?”

            “Yes, and we’ll all be glad when this new one is born. It will give us some joy to replace our loss.”

           Emily was aware that Peg still felt the loss of Julie like it was yesterday. That’s what Emily’s mom, Peg’s sister, said, anyway. Peg was still angry at the drunk driver, and had felt like his five-year prison term was not long enough.

***

Emily continued to watch the twins all week. Every day felt like the same day, over and over again. She got through it, but by Friday she was tired when she arrived at Garret’s house.

She’d miss spending time with the twins, but it was a relief that her temporary babysitting job was done.

That relief was short-lived.

Peg took Dan to a doctor’s appointment in the forenoon. She called Emily after the appointment.

            “I have some bad news,” Peg said.

            “Go ahead and tell me.”

            “The doctor doesn’t want Dan putting any weight on his leg yet. I don’t think he is going to be able to get himself around at all.”

            “Do you want me to stay and babysit next week so you can take care of him?”

            “Would you mind?”

            Would Emily mind another week of long days wiping sticky faces, cleaning up milk spills, and changing dirty diapers? Maybe. Would she mind another week of cuddling with two sweet little toddlers who had their mother’s blue eyes?

            “I don’t mind at all.”

            When Emily told Garret that evening that she would be babysitting for another week, he was surprised.

            “So Peg is actually taking another week off?”

            “I don’t think she feels like she had a choice.”

            He grinned.

            “What’s so funny?” Emily asked.

            “I’ve been needing a break from Peg’s nagging and complaining.”

            “I can nag and complain if you are missing it.” Emily thought he might smile, but his expression was one of defeat.

            “It’s gotten to the point where I almost can’t stand to spend time with her.”

“Oh, you’re serious.” She reached out and touched his arm. When he glanced down at it, she pulled it back.

             “It’s pretty tense between us,” Garret said. “I’ve got this major project going on right now, and I just needed a break from the stress so I could concentrate.”

            “I guess that was an answer to prayer.”

            “Dan’s falling and breaking his leg was an answer to prayer?” Garret asked with sarcasm in his tone.

            “It sounds funny when you put it like that. But God works in all things—”


            “For the good of them that love the Lord and are called according to His purpose,” Garret finished the sentence. “I know the verse, Emily. I understand the concept. I’m just not sure I believe it anymore.”

            Garret’s dark words haunted Emily as she drove back to her aunt’s house. Garret’s faith had always been strong. He’d made a decision to follow Jesus during his sophomore year of high school. From that time forward, he’d put his faith first in his life, attending a Christian college, where he’d met Julie. They’d been faithful in church attendance, but she knew he hadn’t gone since Julie passed away.

            She would start praying for him to return to church, Emily decided.

            When she got back to Peg’s house, she found her aunt and uncle sitting in the living room, talking.

            “Hi, Emily. I decided to order pizza tonight.”

            Peg never ordered pizza.

            “What’s the occasion?” Emily asked.

            “I’ve had a vacation this week, from watching the grandkids. I decided I might as well take the night off from cooking.”

            “I think she works harder taking care of me than she does the grandkids,” Dan said. “She won’t sit down and relax. I made her order the pizza.”

            Peg looked flustered.

            Emily smiled. She was glad to be able to give Peg some relief. “Well, you’ll have another week of vacation.”

            “Are you sure you don’t mind?” Peg asked again, as she had over the phone. 

            Emily’s answer was the same. “I’m sure I don’t mind. They are a joy to spend time with.”

            Peg’s mouth turned down. “Maybe that’s my problem. Maybe I’ve lost the joy of taking care of them.”

            “Maybe you just needed a break,” Emily said.

            “I’m the one who got the break,” Dan said, lifting his foot slightly off the pillow.

            His joke got a laugh out of Peg and Emily both.

            The pizza was delivered and they ate it in the living room, which was usually unheard of in Peg’s house.

Peg ate one piece of pizza, then set her plate aside. “I miss Chloe and Cody. I wonder if Garret would let me bring them over here tomorrow.”

            “His mom is supposed to come tomorrow, but maybe she wouldn’t have to if we brought the twins over here for a couple of hours,” Emily said, including herself in the “we.” Maybe Peg wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed if she knew she could count on Emily to help.

            “I thought you would be driving home tonight. You have church on Sunday.”

            “I thought if it’s all right with you I would attend church with you this Sunday. I haven’t been there for a while, and I enjoy it when I go.”

            In truth, she enjoyed the larger city church more than she did the small country church of the same denomination that she’d attended all of her life. It didn’t hurt to see some new faces, meet some new people. She had to mentally kick herself to stop daydreaming about finding a husband. She was twenty-nine now. As she grew older, she found it harder to find single guys of a marriageable age who were faith-filled Christians.

End of Chapter 3.

Come back next week, March 27, and read Chapter 4 of Substitute Family.

Friday Feature: New Release

Today I’m featuring the new release from Anaiah Press, Anchor My Heart, by Sara Beth Williams.

About the Book:

Worship leader Matt Lawson has every blessing in life he could ever ask for—a dream job, a woman he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with, and his God-given musical talent. In one tragic night, the future he’d so carefully planned out for himself crumbles at his feet. In the aftermath, a debilitating past affliction roars back to life and leaves him reeling in despair, unable to face the reality that he has lost everything he held dear.  

Tara Pierce has spent the last five years crushing on everyone else’s man. Now, she’s about to graduate college. It’s time to put past infatuations aside and focus on her career goals. At her sister’s urging, the two come together to brainstorm what could be just the jumpstart Tara needs in her Child Development career. When Matt’s grief causes him to isolate himself from everyone he knows, she refuses to stand idly by and do nothing. She has traversed similar terrain before. No one deserves to travel that road alone.  

Unexpected attraction flares as Tara reaches into the sea of Matt’s grief and helps ground him in reality. Warning bells clang within and Matt holds back, but their shared experiences only heighten the magnetism between them. Still, Tara senses he’s not ready to give himself away again. Risking her heart and their friendship, she is forced to put distance between them and let God step in to heal where she can’t. 

Excerpt:

Matt stepped through the door behind Tara, with three grocery bags in his hands. The intimacy of being at her place—just the two of them—caused his pulse to race. Nervous energy coursed through his veins. Come on, it’s just Tara. No big deal.

But not once in all the years he’d known her had he ventured inside her apartment. She flipped on the lights to reveal a pint-sized kitchen, and a small front room with one couch and a small flat screen TV. Two bookshelves and a standing lamp flanked the TV.

Has she always lived in such a small space?

Somehow, it suited her with its cozy, simplistic layout.

“Where would you like these?” He lifted his bags.

“In here on the table is fine.” She walked into the kitchen. He followed and set down her groceries.

Her body, in such close proximity, radiated heat as she moved eggs and milk from the bags on the table into the refrigerator.

He emptied a bag of dry goods and stepped forward. “Can I help?”

She nodded and directed him to the upper cabinets.

While she focused on the refrigerated goods, he placed the dry boxed and canned goods up high above the stove. A soft flowered scent wafted through the heated air, teasing his nostrils.

“Would you like a drink?” she offered as he placed the last of the groceries into the cupboard above the fridge.

He brushed against her arm; a rush of electricity passed between them. He stepped back with deliberate nonchalance, and waited for her to remove a pair of mugs from the cupboard.

He scratched his chin. Hmm. First, she’d invited him inside, and now she was inviting him to stay longer?

Not like he had anything else to do. Except return to an empty home and try to find ways to distract himself from his crushing grief.

About the Author:

Sara Beth Williams is a wife, mother of two daughters, and temporary caretaker of a lovable old lady pit and a spunky Pomeranian-Shih Tzu mix. She lives in Northern California. When she’s not held hostage by the keyboard, she enjoys music, teaching, reading and spending time with her family. She is all about connecting with readers! Find her on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Goodreads and Bookbub.

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Naming My “Baby” Part 1

I feel like I’m about to give birth. Anticipating the release of The Reluctant Billionaire has been almost as exciting as being pregnant. Not quite the same, but just like becoming a mother, this book is the culmination of time spent carrying the story idea and characters in my head.

Like any mother who is expecting a child, I debated for a long time on what to call my book.

One of the most exciting yet challenging parts about being pregnant was choosing baby names. As a young single adult anticipating I’d have children someday, I had some ideas in my head of what I wanted to name a little girl. And my husband wanted a Patrick, Jr.

When we couldn’t agree, I bought a book of baby names and started going through it. Over the course of my pregnancy, I wrote down names that I liked for boys and another list for girls. As our time got nearer, I’d ask Pat if he liked one of the names. If he said no, I crossed it off. If he said yes, I put it in a “maybe” column.

By the time we delivered our firstborn, we had a solid name decided for both a boy and a girl. After our son was born, we named him Travis. At the time, Randy Travis was a popular country singer, and I had a couple of people ask if we named our baby after him. That hadn’t even been on my radar.

For our next child, we went through the process all over again. But we didn’t agree on a girl’s name. When I went into labor with my daughter, I planned to call her Abigail. Then the doctor who delivered us was named Gail so the name didn’t feel quite right. I knew Pat really wanted to call her Holly, and most of the people we’d talked to about choices liked that name best. So we decided to call her Holly.

The third time around, we had not only Pat’s and my opinions, but our older children were seven and nine and had opinions of their own. I wanted to name a boy Tanner, but the other kids and my husband all liked the name Chad. By the time he was born, I decided I liked the name Chad better, too. So he was named Chad Tanner.

Chad was born on October 24, 2000. A couple of weeks later, the election results were so close that the ballots had to be recounted. The debris from the punches in the ballots were called chads. Dimpled chads, hanging chads, pregnant chads: they were all significant in the vote count. Chad became a popular name overnight.

With all three of my children, the names we chose seemed to fit just right. They grew into the names as their personalities evolved. Now I can’t imagine having named them anything other than Travis, Holly and Chad.

Choosing the title for The Reluctant Billionaire was both as much fun and as difficult as choosing the names for my babies. I knew I wanted Billionaire to be in the title, but there are so many books about billionaires on the market. I needed to know what it was about Liam that set him apart from the other books that I’d read. Once I figured that out, the title came easily to me.

How I named the characters is another story altogether that I’ll share next Thursday here.