Sunday, August 31, 2014

Sunday Photographs

Unbearable heat, yet I've spent the week writing a Christmas story. Not the easiest thing, nor am I particularly in the mood.

Two pics today of the same Red-shouldered Hawk. The "chunk" on the top of the bluebird house appears to be cow dung. Gotta love those cows. (FYI, our neighbor's cows have two new calves. So cute.)

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A closer crop
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Sunday Photographs

I sit in my living room listening to the rumble of thunder. The sky is black and about to fall on us. But look at the radar, and it's one small storm only over my house. That's how it works sometimes.

Here's this week's photographs. Enjoy!

Juvenile Green Anole
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Green Lynx Spider
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Female Eastern Pondhawk
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Sulphur Butterfly
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Spicebush Swallowtail Butterfly
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Pain Beneath

God gave me a visual relevant to our Christian walk that I want to share with you today. He showed me a carton of eggs. On the surface they looked perfect.




You know how that is. You open the lid, check to see none of the eggs are broken, and go about your shopping. But days later when you decide to use one of the eggs, you grasp hold and it won't come out of the carton.

Because underneath, the egg was cracked, and it had leaked into the Styrofoam cup. The damage was beneath the surface, well out of view, and that damage left alone, caused the egg to go bad.

Next, God showed me a basket of strawberries. At our local flea market, they line the berries up in neat rows, each basket looking the same, and all the berries on the top juicy and pristine.





Yet many times, once you get home, there's a strawberry on the bottom that's old, mushy, and sometimes, growing white fuzz. You couldn't see it when you bought it, but it was there all along.

Left in place, it will spoil the whole bunch. They'll rot from the inside out.

God said to me, just like the egg that was cracked that you couldn't see, just like the rotten berry at the bottom of the basket, so are the hearts of people. Many times we walk past someone and think they're doing great - they smile, they laugh, they go to work and come home - but down deep where we can't see it, there's a crack or a bruise that left untended will only grow until that person can't deal with it anymore.

God spoke powerful words to Samuel, along this line:

But the Lord said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart. (1Sa 16:7)

We can't see the cracks in people, and so they pop up on us. Suddenly, someone we thought was doing okay, isn't, or something goes wrong that we can't fathom. He or she looked so perfect.

But God sees them. He sees all the scars, healed and unhealed. All the wounds made by words or thoughts. He sees depression, fear, anxiety, and sadness. Even greater, He longs to heal it.

This is why Jesus died, why He rose again, to mend the brokenness.

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, To preach the acceptable year of the Lord. (Lk 4:18-19)


I don't know about you, but I like knowing that I can't hide from God, that when I think no one is watching, when that pain courses through me, and I can't deal with it, there is Someone who can. Someone who loves me unconditionally and is willing and able to bring joy again.

But you know how He does that? Through others.

God sees the broken places, but it's our job to help mend them. We aren't here to CORRECT one another. We are here to LOVE one another. (Jn 13:34-35)

I don't point out your flaws and leave you to fix them. I help you tend your wounds. I, like Christ, wash your feet. (Jn 13:5)

Such a simple truth, but a powerful one. That I treat you as delicate as that carton of eggs or that basket of berries, not willing that any one should perish, but doing my best to save everything in the basket.

The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. (2Pe 3:9)


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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Sunday Photographs

Sun. Ran. Sun. Rain. It's August, and the temperatures are h-o-t. But I wouldn't live anywhere else.

Some interesting photos this week. Enjoy!


Super Moon
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Corn Snake
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Crab Spider
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Story Saturdays

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Also, I am looking for YA reviewers who like my work. For details, leave me a note WITH AN EMAIL ADDRESS.


On the writing front:  I completed a YA/short story, PHENOMENAL this past week. It is slated for edits. Look for its release in September. I am hoping to finish WHAT A WOMAN WANTS for a September release as well. But that remains to be seen.

With the release of THE BRIDE WORE BLUE SNEAKERS, I accomplished my goal for the year. It becomes the 25th novel/novella/short story published this year.


Today's excerpt comes from the first book in a series entitled "XYZ". I have covers for the complete series, but will withhold books 2 and 3 for now.

In this scene, "X", full name Xavion Vandalaare, takes advantage of a woman's lapse in judgment.

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The waitress returned, slinging their glasses onto the table. The tray tucked under her arm, she paused and glanced behind. Her eyes returned, sharp on his face.

“The brunette at the bar asked about you,” she said.

He raised his brow. As if the two of them hadn’t had enough interaction.

“Told her you were available but she had to watch out for these other two, especially the one with the tats because I’ve seen him fire a weapon.”

“And?” Xavion asked.

The waitress gave a light laugh. “And she said so had she.”

He looked past her toward the woman in question. Her head turned toward the side, she argued with a man on her left. Clenching her glass in her hand, she hurled its contents at his face, and the man descended into obscenities. He curled his fingers over her wrist.

“Don’t like the look of that,” Yngvi said.

He shook his head, him either. He briefly considered taking action, but quickly dismissed it because in one swift motion, the woman raised her knee to the man’s groin.

“Ooo.” They all three grunted together.

“That’s rough,” Zajac said.

“Miss? You forgot your … purse ….” The bartender called out to the woman’s retreating back, but she either didn’t hear or wasn’t about to return.

Xavion jabbed at his brother’s side. “Let me out.”

Zajac rose, and he moved to his feet. The pair of them looked up at him.

“What are you going to do?” Yngvi asked.

Xavion glanced down then forward. “Collateral,” he said. “Something tells me I’m going to need some leverage, and she just left it behind.”

With that, he walked off.


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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Sunday Photographs

August in Florida means 94 degrees (F) and 55% humidity on an average day. This year is no exception. The butterflies love it, however. The humans, not so much.

Only one picture today. Enjoy.

Monarch Butterfly
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Not In My Bible

"We have to get beyond the immature notion that God is interested in making us healthy, wealthy, and happy ... The road to becoming like Christ leads through the wilderness of adversity." - Anonymous Writer

Wait. What? Let me understand this. Jesus suffered on a cruel cross, dying a horrible death, for the sins of the entire world so that I could go through adversity?

Not in my Bible.

In my Bible it says, "The truth shall make you free." (Jn 8:32) Where in adversity is there any freedom? Did missing work because you had the flu free you from anything? Didn't you get behind, lose money, and, in general, be unproductive for days?

Did running short of money to pay your bills make you happier last month? Did your creditor call because they were overjoyed you were "in adversity," saying, yes, they completely understood how much being short of cash was setting you free?

I know. I know. You had seven of the best days of your life because your child was sick, your husband lost his job, and, hallelujah, Christmas was coming but you couldn't afford it!

No, you didn't. In fact, the definition of "adversity" is anti-gospel:  "adverse fortune or fate; a condition marked by misfortune, calamity, or distress." Jesus didn't die and rise again to give you that, nor is He so inept that He has to put you into such a state to get your attention.


"But look at Job," you say. **

Yeah, let's look at Job. Let's read where he was AFRAID and SAID, "For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me." (Job 3:25)

What does the Word of God say about the power of your words?

"For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith." (Mk 11:23)

Jesus did not invent that principle when He was on the earth. It was in effect from the beginning of time. God created the world through His words. (Heb 11:3) He spoke and all of life came into existence. Because life is what He's made up of.

You can't get orange juice from a turnip. Proverbs 12:28 says, "In the way of righteousness is life; and in the pathway thereof there is no death."

Also, look at Hebrews 2:14-15, "Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood, he also himself likewise took part of the same; that through death he might destroy him that had the power of death, that is, the devil; And deliver them who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.




Jesus came to set man free from death and the devil. He said Himself that "a house divided" would fall when addressing this very issue. (Mt 12:24) So to think God used calamity to teach you something is ludicrous and worse, insulting, to the Father.

Look at the Greek word translated "salvation" in the New Testament as final proof.

G4991 soteria - rescue or safety (physically or morally): - deliver, health, salvation, save, saving.

Did you see that? HEALTH. SAFETY. RESCUE.(Rm 8:1)

Friends, don't shortchange God. What Jesus accomplished on the cross was "exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think." (Eph 3:20) Don't belittle it believing your adversity is God's way of communicating with you.

Dwell, instead, on the truth of the gospel - that Jesus came to save every part of your life, and it really is okay to be happy.
But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him. (Heb 11:6)



** For better clarity on the book of Job, I encourage you to get THE SUFFERING QUESTION by Mac Hammond. This is THE BEST resource on this historic book.


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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Sunday Photographs

It's August, and Florida is hot. I go outside only to decide I can't stand it and go in. That said, the plants are happy, but I have to water the potted ones a lot.

Here's this week's selection. Enjoy!

Bees on Mexican Sunflower
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Crinum
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Longtailed Skipper
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Daylily
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White Butterfly
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Fiery Skipper
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Story Saturdays

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She gazed at him, unblinking, and made to turn, but his hand cupping her chin, stopped her. Never had she felt more small and insignificant than she did right then, as if the entire earth wasn’t big enough for Neil Sanborn. Never had she felt more feminine, like the finest lace sewed to a leather vest.

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Estelle Moore was sent to Mossy Bottoms to evaluate struggling Sanborn Farms for her boss’s next investment. But from day one, the sight of the owners’ son, Neil, on a cowboy pin-up calendar seemed to set the tone for the visit.

He was amazing, and she had no idea who she was dealing with.

Yet what he is on the outside hides his battle within, and, five days later, it looks like what little time they’ve had together is over for good.

Best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS, bring readers a story of love and courage that heals the heart.

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Look for two new books to be released at THE EDGE in the next few days. 



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Writing News:  I finished Book 2 of the Coralee Chronicles, THE BRIDE WEARS BLUE SNEAKERS. I also completed a YA short story, PICK ME. Both are on the editors' desks.

Also, stroll on over to the Grace Awards "Beach Book Bash" for a nice selection of Christian fiction stories, including my own TAKE ME AWAY.

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Today's storyline comes from TO SWIM AT MIDNIGHT, Scene 1 of Chapter 1. Tristan Scott has returned to his dad's vacation home to get it ready for sale, but his memories of a girl he knew when he was fifteen surface everywhere he looks.

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“I can’t believe you never sold this place.”

Tristan Scott turned his head left, his brow crinkling at the sight of the buxom brunette coming his way. Her flip flops made a steady snap-pop against the aged wood of the dock.

“Too many memories,” he said, “but it’s time, I think.”

She halted at his side and leaned her torso on the rail. It creaked and pulled free from its rusted nails, throwing her forward. He caught her with one hand and hauled her back. “Whoa.”

Mashing one hand mid-chest, she exhaled. “I am so not ready to swim.” She leaned against him, and he kissed her cheek. That seemed to only set her off. Wriggling free, she spun around and headed toward the bank, one hand clasped on the upper arm of the other. “I’ll be glad when you’re rid of it.”

Her words sounded final, and maybe they should. He’d hung on too long, his head full of old dreams, ones a fifteen year old boy had lived for. In his mind, back then, he’d planned to raise a family here, grow old on these banks, and pass it on to his own sons. His dad had been in the picture, bouncing grandchildren on his knees, taking them fishing. He was gone too soon, leaving a mountain of debt in his absence, which selling the house was supposed to relieve. Yet what should lift the weight from his shoulders had only added one to his heart.

He stared at Cassie’s retreating back then revolved on his heel and trailed his gaze across the water to a spot eight feet out where in his head it was midnight and the girl in his arms wasn’t Cassie. Brie Angier. Her name fit on his tongue, silky, and the years faded. He was fifteen again, running on racing hormones and impulse, completely consumed by her to the point he couldn’t breathe one moment without her there.



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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Sunday Photographs

My grass is so tall I can't see my dog. That's a sign ...

Only one pic this week, a 30-second exposure of the moon. Enjoy!

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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.