Wednesday, November 19, 2014

The Domino Effect

Therefore we ought to give the more earnest heed to the things which we have heard, lest at any time we should let them slip ... How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation. (Heb 2:1,3)

We all do this from time to time. We let some truth of the gospel slip from our thinking, and that truth, having fallen away, then turns into negative actions. Suddenly, we're behaving incoorectly, doing and saying things we shouldn't.

By example ... Recently, I read a status on a social network berating a Christian pastor. The author didn't say one good word, just a lot of "he's wrong about this" and "he's wrong about that" type remarks. I made the statement then and it still holds true - if your only purpose in posting is to hurt someone else, you probably shouldn't say it.

It's the old adage your mother taught you, "If you can't saying anything nice, don't say anything at all."

This certainly isn't limited to spiritual subjects. We destroy other people over football teams, food preferences, hobbies, hairstyles. Age. She's too old to know or he's too young.

"You wouldn't understand because you're out of touch, haven't worked as much as me, weren't there at the time, don't have my revelation on it."

Again, I'm going to make a statement - if you're the only one who knows something, it could be you're wrong. It's rare that one man is given special dispensation on anything.

Narrowing this down, whatever happened to the fruit of the spirit?

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,  (23)  Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. (Gal 5:22-23)

I've discovered that it's hard to keep all of those working at once. And it gets worse. So often we quote the fruit of the spirit, but neglect the instructions which follow

And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. Let us not be desirous of vain glory, provoking one another, envying one another. (Gal 5:24-26)

Ouch.

Jesus referred to this as having a beam, or pole, in your eye. (Mt 7:3-5) Here's the thing about having a pole in your eye though, you don't know it's there, and knowing is half the battle to correcting it. 

Maybe you're the nicest person in the world, but you're not happy. You're sad all the time. Joy is a fruit of the spirit. Or maybe you're happy and kind, but believing for things, walking by faith, is your hang up. Again, that's a fruit of the spirit. We all have something we can work on.

And that is my point. If we're not working on it, we're neglecting the salvation Jesus died to give, and if we do that, then our light will not shine into the lives of others. It's the domino effect. This knocks that over, which affects her, which then affects him, which causes me to act like I shouldn't, and we all end up in a ditch. (Ps 7:15;Mt 15:14;Lk 6:39)



 Put on therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, bowels of mercies, kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness, longsuffering; forbearing one another, and forgiving one another, if any man have a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye. (Col 3:12-13)



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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, November 16, 2014

Sunday Photographs

The weather continues to be seasonably cool. I finally got out and planted seeds in the flower beds:  cabbage, bok choy, onions, and snapdragons. All but the snapdragons and a few of the onions have come up. Everything takes time.

Here's a sunrise from earlier in the week. Happy Sunday to all.


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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, November 9, 2014

Sunday Photographs

Seasonably cool here today and I had to break out my sweater. For all you folks up north, that means about fifties for our cool temps, so don't cry too hard.

My cassia tree is glorious this year, so here's two pics to 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.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Story Saturdays

Only 99 CENTS*:

Ichabod & Penelope
Eden
Cops & Robbers
For Tonight
Merry Christmas From Florida
Heaven & Earth (Western Women) Book 1
What A Woman Needs

*All links above are Amazon links. For B&N and KOBO links, please visit the blog

ME & TIMOTHY COOPER is now available as an ibook and at Scribd. All versions of the Kindle edition now included "I Kissed The Boy Next Door" and "The Best Week of My Life." $3.99

If you find either store more helpful for purchasing, please let me know. I'm debating about how many books to include at both sites.

PICK ME is now available at Barnes & Noble and KOBO. $1.99

Also, GLASS is available as a free borrow through the Kindle Unlimited program for a short period of time. 

On the writing front:

MOMMY WEARS A GREEN SHIRT (The Coralee Chronicles) Book 3 is nearing completion. I know there are readers waiting for this story. I promise to have it out before Christmas.

WINGS2 hit a major snag a month ago and had to be entirely revamped, so unfortunately, the story of Angus Finlay won't be out until sometime next year.

I finished writing 653: RISE OF THE SUN (Cyborg Romance Series) Book 1. It is on the editor's desk, but she has a day job. So I'm unsure of a release date. Book 2 will be called 852:  SPAWN.

In the future:

This YA series is in the works for next year. Here's a sneak peak at the covers, just to wet your whistle.


I have another YA series also for next year and a couple adult-contemporary series. But I'll hold those off for another day.

Today's Excerpt:

In honor of the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, today's excerpt comes from the final book in The Coralee Chronicles. Here's an unedited glimpse of Thanksgiving with the Pirtles and Averys.

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We sat around the table, the air warm, birds singing, and I suddenly had a lot to be thankful for. Though Dr. Blanton eating Thanksgiving with us was still strange.

We’d come a long way, Roman and I, from insecure teens to a married couple to soon-to-be parents, and I’d gone from being afraid of having a baby to embracing it. We’d had our first fight, and Roman had overcome, somewhat, his doctor hang up. I’d learned to put myself in his shoes. I was so blessed and had such a rich future to look forward to.

I swallowed the heaping of cornbread dressing on my fork, aware I looked like a pig at the trough, and inhaled, reaching for my napkin. “I’d like to say something,” I began.

Everyone paused in their conversations, their faces turned toward me.

“I have a couple months to go yet before Sue pops out …”

“Don’t say it like that, dear,” my mother said. “It sounds wrong.”

Laughter tittered around the table. I nodded at her. “Anyhow, I wanted to say I’m thankful for all of you. For Spencer …” I started with him because he was right beside me. “You always keep me grounded.”

He took my hand and squeezed it.

“For Cindy because I never know what you’re going to say.” She practically beamed at that one, but it was true, and she proved it.

“Since you brought that up,” she said. “I’m going to say having Thanksgiving with my gynecologist is fun.”

Dr. Blanton laughed along with everyone else, and it took a few minutes for things to die down before I could continue.

“I’m thankful for Mom and Dad because without both of you, I’d be toast.” My parents smiled back at me proudly. “And for Mr. and Mrs. Avery for taking me into your family and not minding the mistakes.”

“Well …” Mrs. Avery said, flapping one hand at me.

“For Grandpa …”

He gazed at me, clear-headed for once. I was so happy he’d come. He made things complete.

“You didn’t care I broke Roman’s nose.” My eyes were getting teary now, and honestly, I didn’t want to cry. But it was so easy anymore.

Coralee, I broke the pepper shaker. Me, in tears.

Coralee, the toilet’s stopped up. Me, crying.

I pulled in a breath to calm myself. “I’m thankful for Manuela, who works so hard for so little.”

“Soy bendecido,” she said.

Dr. Blanton translated it. “I am blessed.”

“You speak Spanish?” Cindy asked.

He nodded. “Did some missions work in Mexico.”

That answered a lot of questions, why he’d been drawn to Manuela being the biggest. I gazed at him, “And for Dr. Blanton, who isn’t old or gray or wrinkled and ugly, and a very good doctor.”

He grinned.

“And doesn’t mind that Roman is freaked by going to his office.”

This made Roman squirm and brought my gaze to him. He was the most important thing I had to say. I angled myself toward him best I could.

“I love you,” I said. “You’re steady and faithful and patient. You’re good to me, and I am so lucky.”

His cheeks reddened.

“We didn’t plan this … of course, we didn’t because we never plan anything.”

A few laughs rose in the background.

“But I like us that way,” I continued. “I like that you’re you and I’m me and together we’re us. And I know I’m cranky and eat too much and sent you all over town looking for Mama Betty’s sour pickles.”

“You did,” he replied, “and I found them.”

“I love those,” my mom inserted. “Where did you find them?”

He looked over my shoulder at her. “The feed store.”

“Really?” This came from Mrs. Avery. “But that makes sense, really. Mama Betty was their great great aunt.”

“I never knew that,” my mom replied. “Funny how life comes full circle.”

It did, and I reclaimed Roman’s attention. “I’m thankful for you the most,” I said. I leaned my head on his shoulder, and he kissed the top of my noggin.

Cindy shoved up from her chair. “That was beautiful, and I’d cry. But I seriously want pumpkin pie …”

And the moment was broken.


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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, November 5, 2014

He Wrote A Best Seller

* This is a reprint from a devotional dated, December 4, 2013.

For God expressed His love for the world in this way: He gave His only Son so that whoever believes in Him will not face everlasting destruction, but will have everlasting life. (Jn 3:16 VOICE)

It is a complicated storyline woven through ages of time. Begun where one man made the wrong choice. And the character having made the wrong choice then affects everyone around him. His wife. His children. His grandchildren. And generations to come.

Nations collapsed based on his choice. People died because of what he decided. People he'd never meet. People who had no idea of the magnitude of it.Wars were fought because of his actions, one human hating another for reasons unfathomable, some making great sacrifices on behalf of the common good.

Soon, it was all going to pot, an entirely slate of humanity headed downhill in a hand-basket, all because one man followed a woman who was deceived.

And the plot thickens. The Author of the story set about to right things, to redirect the story where it went wrong. But instead of erasing it, instead of wiping out pages and starting over, He inserted characters who heard His voice, who followed His directions and thereby led the host of humanity toward one cumulative event.

However, to get there He first needed someone willing to step out in faith, willing to give of herself in spite of all that society demanded, and also, a man who would shelter her, ignore the press, ignore the stares, the looks, the whispered words, and perform the impossible.

Because this ate at Him. He grieved over the progress of the story. It had to be made right. It had to be redirected. There had to come the ultimate Protagonist to bring things to a head, to speak the Words written in His heart clearly and with power. But He'd have to come from the very ones who'd unknowingly went astray or this wouldn't work.

His Protagonist would be of the people, a man like them, descended from others who over decades, centuries, listened to the Author. And yet a Man like none of them at all. Humble. Without Sin. And abounding with the extreme love that sent Him here to start with. He would be born with cows and chickens in the darkness of night, in a city His parents weren't from, in a time of persecution, after a journey of many miles.

And once born, men worshipped at his feet. Him, a baby, unable to talk or speak. Humble men who tended their flocks and later, the wisest of men who traveled from afar. Their differences as extreme as the storyline the Author was writing.

As extreme as the Gift the Author was giving.
As extreme as the days the Protagonist would live.
As extreme as the death the Protagonist would suffer.

And all this extremity to be swallowed up in a climactic moment written in the last chapter on the last page where the Protagonist wins salvation for all of mankind, where He brings healing and peace and prosperity to any who will reach out and take it.

You know ... the page you clasp to your chest, emotion swirling through you, declaring this was the best Book ever!

Or is it really the end? Is the story still going? Still growing, extending, and stretching. Still loving even the smallest person in the worst situation who never knew there was a storyline at all.

Because that's how big the Event was. How far-reaching. How extensive. How momentous. How Eternal.

How bestselling.


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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, November 2, 2014

Sunday Photographs

We've had our coldest temperatures this week, in the mid-40s (F). Not fun for a native Floridian! Fall has slowed down the grass growth and brought out the yellow fall flowers. Enjoy!

Goldenrod
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Cassia
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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, October 25, 2014

Story Saturdays

Exciting things have happened in the last two weeks. I released two more stories and have a third ready for formatting. This makes 31 novels/novellas released this year, with number 32 on the horizon.

On Sale for 99 CENTS:

Ichabod & Penelope
Eden

99 CENT New Releases:

*All links below are Amazon links. For B&N and KOBO links, please visit the blog

Cops & Robbers
For Tonight
Merry Christmas From Florida
Heaven & Earth (Western Women) Book 1
What A Woman Needs

For Tonight and What A Woman Needs are both new releases since my last Story Saturdays post. My editor said For Tonight was some of my best writing. It's romantic suspense that will keep you guessing.





Also received an excellent review of Cops & Robbers. The reviewer called it "James Bond on the fast track."Awesome.

FREE BOOKS:

The Amanda Series
Christmas Angel

These are permanent free prices, so download and share the links.

NEWS:

Look for Pick Me to appear at Barnes & Noble and KOBO in the next couple weeks.

Also, Atlas is now a series, Billionaire Boys Club. There will be two more books and Atlas Bellamy will appear in both. Here's the cover for book 2. I'm super excited about this story!




To those who want to know, I am going to finish the last book in The Coralee Chronicles, Mommy Wears A Green Shirt, so just hang in there. I hope to complete it in time for Christmas.

Also, I finished writing book 1 of my 2nd sci-fi series, 653: Rise Of The Sun (Cyborg Romance Series). Yes, you read it right. Cyborgs.  Here's a sneak peak.




 “For me,” she said, softly. “I want you to try for me. Because I don’t understand what’s happening, but know if you can’t, I’m going to cry.”

She raised her head again, and their eyes met. “Become human for me.”

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A secret organization seeks to control the future. Cyborg 653 is sent in to protect an aged priest, whose life is at risk. But his emotionless, machine-like existence changes the minute he meets human, Lexie Hollis.

Knowledge and feelings he’s never needed begin to form. She encourages him to think on his own, form opinions, solve the mystery of the sun symbol, and most of all fall in love. With her.

But what begins as something full of promise soon becomes a dangerous game that just might silence him and all of his kind … forever.

A wild ride in the world of science-fiction by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.


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This week's excerpt comes from my next release, Secret Admirer. This is a sweet story geared toward young adults filled with hope and romance at Christmas.




He couldn’t explain how it’d happened, at what point he’d begun to admire her. In her red coat, she’d stood out from the muted winter hues of everything else. That’d made it easy to spot her, easier still to follow her across the park. Her hair blowing around her face, she’d embrace anyone out there. He’d once seen her give the scarf around her neck.

Over time though, it’d become more than just her actions. She’d taken a place in his heart. He hadn’t told a soul, besides a few words to Ferris. How could he like someone he’d never met and knew nothing about?



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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, October 19, 2014

Sunday Photographs

The weather has turned cooler with our temperatures in the mid-60s (F) at night and a sunny 85 during the day. Blissful and dry.

I have two pics this Sunday, but first, be sure to jog over to Steve's Digicams and check out my latest article, "Gratitude."

Enjoy! And happy Sunday.


Water Lily
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Sunrise
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*Note to email subscribers:  I have switched my email subscription service to one which should be more reliable. My previous service stopped delivering to Yahoo, Comcast, AOL, Hotmail, or AT&T addresses. My apologies for the sporadic deliveries. I hope in the next few weeks to get things up and running properly. You can, of course, catch up on anything you've missed at the blog link below.

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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, October 15, 2014

It's Your Fault!

When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? (Jn 8:10)

The religious leaders of Jesus' day brought him a woman found having an adulterous affair and proceeded to accuse her of it in front of everyone. They were the gossips, the news broadcasters, and she was the headline.

IT'S HER FAULT!

But Jesus didn't even acknowledge they'd spoken. Instead, He knelt down and began writing in the sand, until every one of the people involved walked away. Then, in private, He forgave her. (Jn 8:10-11)

Bizarre. I mean, turn on the news, and we do the opposite every day. It's his fault or her fault or their fault. Look at what he did, and can you believe she had the nerve to do this or that? We talk about family members, friends, neighbors, celebrities, and a string of other people we haven't met without giving it another thought.

Especially when what they did turns out to be true. That justifies it. After all, we're allowed to talk about sin when it was actually sin. Aren't we?

Jesus didn't. He didn't blame her at all. In fact, He protected her. When was the last time you did that?




IT'S MY FAULT!

A list of "10 traits of an alpha male" caught my eye the other day, and I got stuck on number four - You Blame Others.

An alpha male takes responsibility for his own actions. He doesn't seek out excuses to make himself seem less culpable; he knows that his hard work and persistence will eventually turn the tide in his favor, so he doesn't sweat owning up to his mistakes.

In my head, blame is like driving your car into a telephone pole and blaming the telephone company for putting the pole there. They should have known on October 12, 2014, you'd drive your car that way and need the space.

Ridiculous.

Yet, once again, we do this all the time. We blame the woman taken in adultery, instead of leading her to Christ. We blame the homeless drunk, instead of finding out he served in Vietnam and saw too much death. We blame the unwed mother, the player, the cultural icon ... anyone but ourselves.

But Jesus has already set us an example of how to behave. Sometimes, we need to kneel down and start writing in the sand until the air's been let out of the situation. Then look the person or situation in the eye and say, "I forgive you."

Or even better, "I was wrong."


*COMING SOON*


In association withThe Edge Books.
theedgebooks.blogspot.com/


His gaze seemed made for her alone, the curve of his mouth fashioned solely to bring her enjoyment, and for a moment in time, she melted into it, lost to the war and the frayed edges of her life.

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Caught up in an adulterous love affair, Charlotte Lake can only blame herself for how miserable it’s become. After all, she chose to become the “other woman” and with that choice, betrayed everything holy about marriage.

When her secret threatens to emerge, however, she finds her only salvation in the kind, gentle hands of sailor, Nashville Jaeger. If she’ll trust him, he knows a way out.

But the biggest thing he brings into her life is perhaps the greatest gift of all – forgiveness – and with it, a piece of his heart.

A story of God’s willingness to heal any heart by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.




*Note to email subscribers:  I have switched my email subscription service to one which should be more reliable. My previous service stopped delivering to Yahoo, Comcast, AOL, Hotmail, or AT&T addresses. My apologies for the sporadic deliveries. I hope in the next few weeks to get things up and running properly. You can, of course, catch up on anything you've missed at the blog link below.

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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, October 12, 2014

Sunday Photographs

Here it is mid-October and the weather is still 85 (F). However, the rains have slowed, which is good because we've been unable to mow for a couple weeks.

Still lots of wildlife around in the yard, but fortunately, no more coyote sightings.

Enjoy!

Video - Northern Mockingbird



Goldenrod
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Juvenile Cuban Tree Frog
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Spiderweb
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Wildflower
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To view the complete album of images, visit my Photobucket.


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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.