Good from the Bad

A couple of days ago I found myself muttering under my breath as I pulled into a parking lot, "I love when people just leave their shopping carts out."

It's one of my pet peeves, really...

You'll go to pull into a parking space, only to find a lone cart hiding just as you pull in.

It only takes a few extra minutes (if that) to park a shopping cart...

yet minutes are precious in today's society.

As I was complaining, a thought entered in my head.

"At least you're able to push a shopping cart."

Now I don't want y'all to think that I'm holier than thou, because I'm not...

but what I'm learning about contentment is that it is all about perspective.

We seek His kingdom first... We make ourselves vulnerable and choose happy. We become transformed by renewing our minds with His Word...

And we stop that negative thinking. We turn the bad into good, because that's what He's doing.

Just like Joseph said in Genesis, what others mean for evil God can turn to good. He doesn't cause bad things... but He doesn't always prevent them, either. Learning to be content means that we are able to recognize that for those who love Him, He's working it all to the good.

That doesn't mean it feels good.

It doesn't mean we enjoy it.

But we can have assurance that He has a bigger plan.

We can be satisfied knowing that in the end, it will all work out.

To learn to be content, when we find ourselves looking at the negative, we need to start searching for the positive. And sometimes it can be a true scavenger hunt...

but there's always a rainbow, even if it's hidden by clouds.

You just might have to squint to see it, or look out a different window.

Lord, help me see the good in all things as I look to be more content in You.

Is there a time in your life you've seen good come out of the bad? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

The Bedwarmer's Son: Review and Giveaway

If you're checking in from #write31days, I'll be back tomorrow writing on contentment. Today, I'm reviewing a book on the Celebrate Lit book tour.

The Bedwarmer's Son is about a black man who killed a white man in the 1920s. That in itself is a recipe for disaster; however, the plot twist gets real because it is his own brother. In this story that goes back and forth between the 1920s and the antebellum South, we are introduced to characters who are warm, inviting, and human... with all the flaws one would expect from humans.

I'll be honest, it took me a little while to get into this book, and at times it was difficult to follow because the story would switch from era to era without much warning. As Billy tells his story to Alice from his jail cell, he also offers up the story of Jasmine, the bedwarmer, and her master in the slave days of the South.

At times, it appears there are some inconsistencies within the story.  I'm not sure a female lawyer would have been common in the 1920s; however, after some research, I found that the first female lawyer was admitted to the Georgia bar in 1916, which amazes me, because women couldn't even vote then! (It's always good when you learn something factual from a fictional book).

Overall, this book is a good read, with enough historical tension because of the two time periods to keep the reader connected. I'd recommend it if you like Southern fiction, especially with a historical twist.

I did receive free access to an electronic copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

 

About the Book

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What if Abel had killed Cain? But there was no jury of his peers….
In 1928 Georgia, a black man who kills a white man is automatically guilty, but the bedwarmer’s son, an ex-slave, is no normal black man. Once his lily-white lawyer lady learns the truth, everything changes. Can she save him from swinging?
Will the bedwarmer murder the one she’s been bought to serve?
From the antebellum South, come travel the dusty trails of Jim Crowe Dalton, Georgia with slave and master, saint and sinner. See if God is really big enough, if He truly cares about His children. McAdoo has done it again, this time in a brand new way. A delightful morsel for the palates of Christian readers world round.

About the Author

Caryl, praying her story gives God glory, loves writing for Christian genres–historical and contemporary romance, Biblical fiction, and mid-grade especially. In 2014, Simon and Schuster debuted VOW UNBROKEN, a historical Christian romance set in 1832 Texas, and Caryl followed with three additional novels. In April, LADY LUCK’S A LOSER (contemporary, mature, inspirational romance); September’s debut, HEARTS STOLEN (set in 1839-1844), book two of her historical Christian Texas Romances–a #1 Amazon Best-seller; and in November, A LITTLE LOWER THAN THE ANGELS, volume one of her new Biblical fiction series, The Generations–also an Amazon #1 Best-seller.
In 2008, her high school sweetheart-husband Ron moved her to the woods of Red River County. Caryl counts four children and sixteen grandsugars life’s biggest blessings believing all good things come from God. Praying her story gives God glory, she hopes each one ministers His love, mercy, and grace to its readers. She and Ron live in Clarksville, Texas with two grandsons, Christian and Benjamen.

Guest Post from Caryl McAdoo

The Bedwarmer’s Son, my twenty-eighth title to be published, is different from any of my books to date, offering two complete love stories from two eras a generation apart.
How I came to write it is a very different story, too!
You see, I have a contemporary book in progress based loosely on the television show The Voice, but instead of the big new singer, my imagined program The Pitch is looking for the next big author! I started it in November 2013, but abandoned its 35,000 words shortly after Vow Unbroken debuted in March from Simon and Schuster.
My characters in The Pitch—three teams of authors and agents—attend writers’ conferences all over the country looking for the next great American novel with the voters being the readers across the country. For my story, I needed lots of titles, a few with skeleton story premises to make it work.
The Bedwarmer’s Son was one of those God gave me.
But it refused to be left there as just a title. The intriguing title demanded to be written.
And so, now I’m blessed that CelebrateLit is hosting a blog tour to celebrate its September release!
Though definitely a historical, this novel is not in my Texas Romance family saga series, but is a ‘companion’ book to it. My readers will remember four-year-old Charley from Hearts Stolen, book two…then him grown up and the hero of book six Just Kin. Well, in The Bedwarmer’s Son, readers meet Charley’s son and grandson, minor characters in a chapter or two.
The story opens in 1928 where the title character, William “Billy” Sinclair II is on trial for the murder of his white half-brother Jamison. Alice Parmalee, his lawyer, finds the old man’s grandson, William “Will” Robert Sinclair IV quite handsome, good-hearted and generous.
In explaining to Alice why he killed his brother, Billy goes back to the story of his mother, the ‘owned’ bedwarmer, Jasmine. Of course, every time he starts, I break into the young slave girl’s point of view, and readers find themselves back in the mid-1800’s. I love her spunk and think you will, too.
I especially love The Bedwarmer’s Son’s opening line: “He sold us right before he married that fancy lady from England, then bought us back the next Spring.” It’s set on the fictitious Three Springs plantation near Dalton, Georgia.
In my story, I used a word that in my growing up was considered on the same level as a cuss word. I would have had my mouth washed out for saying it. So conflicted, I asked for much counsel, and everyone agreed that for the story’s time period—to portray it correctly—it was necessary…but still hard for this lady.
On the other hand, I so enjoyed going back and forth between the two stories. There’s plenty of period racial tension—so common to the day—with the KKK unhappy about the pretty white attorney defending the old black man who’s guilty simply because his victim’s skin was white.
Of course, being a Christian novel, he and his grandson trust God and believe the Almighty sent Alice—an atheist who’s been taught putting any faith in an invisible being is nothing more than a fool’s errand. She’s been reared by a famous black attorney who volunteered to take Billy’s case.
At the end of the story, when Billy’s trial is over, I think readers may be cheering. I hope so.
I pray Jasmine’s and Alice’s journey will cause readers to draw closer to the Lord, while others might reconsider a few of the things they’ve been comfortable believing. That Holy Spirit will use this story to draw them deeper into their own relationship with our Awesome God.
Looking back, I can see God’s hand all over this story and its creation and cover…the whole nine yards. I can’t begin to imagine all the ways He will used it, but am convinced that use it, He will! I always say I am blessed and highly favored, and He keeps on creating the fruit of my lips!
I love story and the cover of The Bedwarmer’s Son (designed by Ruthie Madison Derby) that displays both dejection and hope, and melds the two historic periods. God has indeed blessed me and showered His favor over me. I pray it will touch your hearts.
Oh, and as an aside I spoke with Sandy Barela about over a coffee chat, I wrote Lady Luck’s A Loser back in 2001 long before The Batchelor ever hit TV. My story is a mature inspirational romance about a wealthy man inviting nine women to come live at his bed and breakfast—under the guise of hiring a manager for it—in order to choose a wife.
Hopefully if The Pitch becomes a TV reality show, I’ll get proper credit, considering this idea is published here and copyrighted in my doing it! Laaaa!

Blog Stops

September 27: D’S QUILTS & BOOKS

September 28: Karen’s Krayons

September 29: Debbie’s Dusty Deliberations

September 30: Simple Harvest Reads

October 1: Bibliophile Reviews

October 2: Artistic Nobody

October 3: The Power of Words

October 4: Back Porch Reads

October 5: Bigreadersite

October 6: His Grace is Sufficient

October 7: Once Upon A Time

October 8: Bukwurmzzz

October 9: Under His Wings

October 10: Mary Hake

Giveaway

To celebrate her tour, Caryl is giving away all seven of her Texas Romance ebooks to a lucky winner! Click here to enter: https://promosimple.com/ps/a3fd

Discernment for Contentment

Romans 12:2 : Transform. Renew. Discern.

Holman Christian Standard Bible
Do not be conformed to this age, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may discern what is the good, pleasing, and perfect will of God. 

This age.

This high speed age.

This drive-thru mentality.

Instant access.

Bigger.

Better.

More, more, more...

It's easy to become discontented in a world that tells you that's what's expected.

Everywhere we look, there's something encouraging us to be discontented. We may not be told this in so many words, but the message is clear.

It's never enough.

So we believe it. We buy into the lies.

After all, how can we be happy and content in a world full of such sorrow?

In Romans, though, we are told to be transformed by the renewing of our minds.

Renewing our minds means going against the expected in this society... not conforming to this world...

We renew our minds by seeking Him first and choosing happy.

This is a daily process.

Daily, we must renew our minds to be transformed, through Christ's power in us.

A renewal where we ask Him to empower us to think like Him. See like Him. Forgive like Him. Love like Him.

And when we renew our minds and become transformed, we are able to become more content in where we are, because we start seeing it in light of eternity.

We start perceiving it as He would perceive it.

Renewing our minds helps us discern what is the good, perfect, and pleasing will of God.

Helps us discern our purpose.

When we discern, or understand this, we can become content because we know that even in the bad, we are right smack in the middle of where God wants us to be.

Content to know that even though we can't always see it, He's working good.

And content that even when we aren't sufficient, His grace always is.

Harden Not Your Heart...

"I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances."


I have a cover photo that I use frequently on facebook. I'm probably hinging on copyright infringement, because I totally stole it off of google images (if you created it, thank you! I'll give you credit!)

And y'all.


This is what I want to do.


I want to choose happy.


I want to learn to be content, just as Paul says.


So this is my quest for contentment. Day 2 I woke up thinking I hated my life... and I know that's no coincidence, because anything we do for God's glory we've got an enemy trying to convince us it's impossible.


But that verse I quoted above?


The rest of the chapter... just one verse over, actually, says that I can do all things through Christ.


Christ in me is powerful enough to allow me to do what otherwise would be impossible.


Without Christ,  though, my flesh is pretty powerful... when I allow it to be.


It can be pretty bossy.


That's why seeking His kingdom first is so important.


What goes in comes out, so the more I have God's Word in me, the more I see His Work around me, and the more I'm able to just be...


not striving.


Not making my own mess.


Just content.


It's a choice, really, what we focus on...


So if I know this, why does it seem so hard? Why is it a lesson I have to learn time and time again?


Why can't I just be satisfied with things the way they are?


Because we were meant for more...


Not more stuff.


Not more accolades...


Not more prestige or clothing or books or fame.


Nope... we were made for more glory. He's continually working within us, to make us more like Christ.


But that process of becoming more like Christ is full of sacrifices. Putting others before us. Loving when we don't feel like loving. Giving when we are scared to give.


And it takes away a lot of our control... and we humans tend to have some control issues.


(Well, most of us. If you don't, well, kudos to you!)


So, in our endless effort to maintain control and try to find satisfaction without completely surrendering, we make a big mess a lot of the time...


Which just leaves us ending up more discontent.


And the more discontent we are, the more we allow our hearts to harden.


Hardened against our neighbors, our friends, our loved ones...


and yes.


Hardened against God.


The word hardened in the New Testament comes from the Greek word poroo, which means "to become calloused, covered with a thick skin, to lose the power to understand."


How interesting that one of the definitions of content (as a noun) is "that which may be perceived as something."


Being able to perceive means to be able to discern or understand...


So, when we allow our hearts to be  hardened, we lose the ability to perceive or understand...


We become focused on all of the bad and lose sight of all of the good...


an endless cycle of discontentment.


And really, the hardening of our heart is a choice.


It's choosing to look at all we don't have rather than considering all we do.


It's holding that grudge.


It's nursing that wound.


To be content, I must allow my heart to soften.  That's scary. That means I'm vulnerable...


but it'll be worth it.


Join me this month as I write on what the Word is telling me about finding contentment. You can find all my posts here.

Seek First

A song keeps running through my head.

It's an oldie but goodie...

Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

A lot of times I feel like that.

I try and I try and I try...

but I can't get satisfied.

I find it funny that the definition for the noun form of content is about stuff. "The contents of a drawer" or "the contents of a file". Content is the substance behind something...

yet how often do I have all kinds of content but am never content?

Last night this verse came to me:

"Seek ye first  the kingdom of God, and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you."

So, I can't help but think that the first step to finding contentment is to seek Him first... and I go about this completely backwards.

Even though I KNOW my day goes better when I read my Bible, I tend to be distracted by the 15 other things that seem to be important to do, and then the whole day goes by and I've not even cracked it open.

Contentment means feeling satisfied.

Too often I try to satisfy myself with books, or people, or exercise (because I dislike it so... I have to feel good if I actually make myself do it, right?) Or tv shows, or even sleep...

but it's never enough.

So many authors that I have read refer to it as a God-shaped hole...

and only He can fill it.

"I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty."

He satisfies.

And it isn't a satisfaction that lasts for a little while...

He fills every space and permeates the entire body so that it's enough... for always.

IF we continue to seek Him.

Lately I've been feeling out of sorts. Grumpy. Negative. Sarcastic.

Empty.

So maybe the first thing I need to do to get my happy back is to pause.

Pick up His Word, and allow Him to fill me.

Because He is enough, all -sufficient, and will satisfy and give contentment, if I'm just willing to seek it.

(This month I'm writing on contentment. Find my page with the links to all of this month's writing here. Or you can click on the contentment image on my side bar).

Are you content? If not, are you seeking Him first? I'd love to hear your thoughts on how we can be content in this crazy world. Thanks for stopping by!



I Hate My Life... Except I Don't

I don't think it is a coincidence that yesterday morning I woke up and thought, "I hate my life."

Let me just go ahead and make a disclaimer.

I don't hate my life.

I used to be Negative Nancy, but have really tried in recent years to look at things from the glass half-full perspective.

Really, the glass almost-full perspective.

But it's just sometimes I get tired.

Maybe that's why the verse in Matthew talking about coming to Jesus sounds so good to me... because I think we're all a little weary.

Weary of our circumstances and weary of this election and weary of all of the negativity and all of the hurt and all of the pain...

So yesterday morning I didn't just jump out of bed with a smile on my face, and was a little melodramatic, because, well, drama queen, sometimes, maybe?

Yes.

Anyhow, at the beginning of 2016 I purposed to live a life of purpose, to live intentionally, in the moment, and for the most part I have.

To say 2016 has been rough would be an understatement, but as I mentioned before, I try not to wallow in the muck and mire...

Except sometimes when I'm weary, I wallow.

A lot.

And so as I pondered what to write on for the next 31 days, one word came to me.

Still living purposefully...

but seeking contentment.

According to dictionary.com, content as an adjective means "satisfied with what one is or has; not wanting more or anything else."

Being content means recognizing that even in the bad, you've not got it that bad.

And in my head, I know this...

but in my heart I'm often not content.

So, this month, I'm going to try to learn how to become more content.

Paul said in Philippians 4 that he had "learned to be content", which tells me it's something I can learn.

After reading 1,000 Gifts by Ann Voskamp, I really tried to look for the small things, to cultivate gratitude in my life... but I've fallen away from that.

When I'm grateful, I'm more content. When I'm focused on the good things, like Kelsey's breakfast buffet and Will holding my hand leaving church and Melody's picture in the pumpkin patch and Caleb just being Caleb, I have a fullness in my heart, one that is left empty when I allow myself to start focusing on all that is wrong with my world.

Y'all, I want to be satisfied... even when I wake up thinking I hate my life.

Because He is enough.

And His grace is sufficient. noun
                   

 

 

Write 31 Days

2016- It's all about purpose.

Yet I find myself being called to something.

Still focusing on my purpose.

Still focusing on being purposeful.

In this world of negativity, though, I find myself being called to something higher.

Something that challenges me.

Something that changes my persepctive.

Gratitude and contentment.

I'll be writing about it all October.

Because I need to be more purposeful...

Join me on this journey?

Each day I'll be linking my post here on this page, so you can follow me throughout the month in my journey to contentment.

October 1-This post =)
October2-I Hate My Life...
October 3-Seek First
October 4-Harden Not Your Heart
October 5-Discernment for Contentment
October 6- A Book Review for The Bedwarmer's Son (I had already committed for this day before I planned my series on contentment. Next post on contentment will be on October 7th.)
October 7-The Good from the Bad
October 8- Oops- grace, please. Had a late night at the UK game =)
October 9- Joy is Our Strength
October 10- Grace, again... Breast Cancer Awareness Volleyball game
October 11- A book review over How to Make Victoria Sponge (I had already committed for this day before I planned this series).
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