Journal Jots – Blog

Forget not to show love unto strangers:

for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.  

— Hebrews 13:2

Entertaining angels unaware. Hmmm … an interesting notion and one I am sure each of us has encountered at some time in our lives. Or at least, I know I have!

My favorite story about this is that of my dear friend, Joy Bollinger (Say It With Joy Blog) 

who is the brave lady who brought me to the Lord when I was a hard, crass 23-year-old. A woman, by the way, who I truly believe God used as an “angel” in my life to woo me to Him. And trust me—I was totally “unawares”!

Anyway, Joy wrote a story called “The Angel Who Lived Upstairs,” which is a true account of when she was young airline stewardess who was called in to work late one night during a snowstorm. Back then, Joy tells me, you didn’t say no to the airlines if they told you to come in, so she did, traipsing to the bus stop on three-inch heels in the snow, with a suitcase, purse, and garment bag, to boot.

The street was a silent blanket of white with no human beings or vehicles stirring … until she saw headlights. Unfortunately, it was car that passed slowly by, turning at the next block. Goosebumps popped when that same car passed two more times before it parked across the street and the driver got out to pop his hood, eyes fixed on her the entire time. “God, help me!” she prayed when the hood slammed shut and the stranger started walking her way.

“Would you like to share my taxi?” a voice said behind her, and she whirled around to see a man dressed in an airline uniform at the same time a set of headlights appeared down the street. Long story short, Joy was a basket case in the backseat of that taxi, barely speaking to the airline pilot, although she did ask where he lived. “I live upstairs in your building,” he replied calmly.

Two days later, when she returned home, she immediately asked the landlord for the apartment number and name of the airline pilot who lived upstairs, explaining she wished to personally deliver a card and small gift. The super looked at her bewildered, scratched the back of his head, and said, “You and your roommate are the only airline personnel living in this building.”

Do I believe God sends angels to assist us? Oh, you bet! Psalm 91:11 says “For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways,” and I think Joy’s story is a clear example of this. But sometimes God uses mere human beings as “angels” in our lives as well. Like the time my girlfriend and I were walking home at the age of 15 at 2:00 AM in the morning and a carload of guys screeched to a stop beside us, car doors flying open so they could chase us down. My friend and I ran like the devil to the backyard of the house we were in front of—she sprinting one way through backyards to head home and me circling the house with two guys on my heels.

Chest heaving, I flew up to that front door screaming and rang the doorbell in panic, the two would-be abductors mere yards behind. Imagine my shock—and theirs—when the door wheeled open within seconds by the near-deaf elderly widow who lived there. Needless to say, those guys hightailed it out of there, and I was literally saved by the bell. Or by an “angel” appointed by God? I had no use for God at the time, but even I was aware that the chances of an elderly near-deaf woman hearing my screams in the middle of the night, much less opening the door at 2:00 AM in the morning, were slim to nil.

So, yes, I have come to believe that God not only uses supernatural angels in our lives, but human ones too. In fact, I just met one at the skilled nursing facility where my Aunt Julie resides. You see, Keith and I play Uno and drink coffee with AJ several times a week in the dining room there, and a few weeks ago, this little old guy in a wheelchair shuffles up using his feet and slowly circles our table, giving us a glassy-eyed smile that I have to admit, made me think he was a few cards shy of a full deck. “Hello,” I said with a return smile, then went right back to playing cards because I learned if I strike up a conversation with anyone else when I’m with AJ, she gets her feelings hurt, feeling slighted. So against my grain, I ignored the poor guy till he scuffled away.

The next week, the wheelchair roamer was sitting outside by the door when I came in. “Hello,” I said to him with a big smile, “my name is Julie—what’s yours?” “Jack,” he says, and we enjoyed a brief conversation about the weather. All at once, Jack stops and looks up with serious eyes. “Pardon me,” he says calmly, but would you mind if I ask you a question that I ask everybody I meet?” “Sure, Jack,” I say, somewhat curious, “you can ask me anything.” Penetrating blue eyes bore into mine as he gently takes my hand and says, “Tell me, Julie—do you Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?” Tears stung. “Yes, Jack,” I say with a lump in my throat, smiling despite the moisture in my eyes. “In fact, the truth is, I would not want to take another breath without Him.” The familiar grin slowly spread across his face, beaming like the sun overhead. “Then you’re my sister in Christ, and I love you!” he says, near reducing me to a blubbering mass of tears.

Upon first sight, Pastor Jack (I since found out he used to pastor a church before he had a stroke), seemed to be a poor, unfortunate soul shuffling around a nursing home in a wheelchair who may or may not have his full mind. But God showed me in that moment that Jack—like all of us—are simply one of His many angels on earth, sent to do His bidding at the least likely moments. In a store. In a doctor’s office. In a nursing home—anytime, anywhere, with any person. I don’t know about you, but that makes me stop and repent for all the times I ignored people or was rude or took out my frustrations on some poor, unsuspecting soul. I would so much rather be an “angel” sent by our God to bring a smile, a tear of joy or a beam of hope into someone’s life, wouldn’t you?

I leave you with a picture of Pastor Jack, my new friend in Christ, and I hope and pray that I myself and each of you encounter an “angel unawares” this weekend. And God help us … may it be us!

Hugs,

Julie

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 Rejoice in the Lord always:and again I say, Rejoice!  

— Philippians 4:4

WHOO-HOO … it’s definitely a week to rejoice!! First … I finished Marcy and Patrick’s prequel, A Light in the Window: An Irish Christmas Love Story. Poor Patrick didn’t have an easy path to Marcy’s heart, but the ending is more than worth it, I hope!

Secondly, I have winners in my most recent contest, three people who will receive a signed copy of Steven’s story when it releases this October, two of whom will have characters named after them or a loved one in A Love Surrendered and one who as the top winner will receive a $50 gift card. I want to thank each and every one of you who went above and beyond in this contest, and HOW I wish ALL of you could win, truly! But if I did that, my husband would shoot me and then there would be no more O’Connors or McClares or anything, right? 🙂  BUT … never fear because you will have a chance to have a character named after you in book 1 of The Heart of San Francisco series, Love at any Cost, plus win a signed copy of that book with another contest to be announced in my late-summer newsletter, so keep your eyes peeled, okay?

Without further ado, SUPER CONGRATS to the following three winners—you guys ROCK, and I will be contacting each of you directly!!

Top Winner of $50 gift card, a character named after them in A Love Surrendered and a signed copy of said book:

CAROL MONCADO

2^nd-Place Winners of a signed copy of A Love Surrendered and a character named after them in said book:

KAYLA HUGHES

EMILY REILLY

3^rd-Place Winner in random drawing for a signed copy of A Love Surrendered:

HEATHER DAY GILBERT

Need another thing to “rejoice” about?? Well, today’s Journal Jot is going to be just that—a mere “jot” as it was originally intended to be, but since I am one of the most long-winded authors out there, I usually can’t guarantee a “jot” size blog. Except for today because I am chomping to get final edits done on the prequel so I can jump right in to book 2 of The Heart of San Francisco series, so say one for me as I dive back in to the McClares of 1902 San Francisco, okay?

Till next week, have a week to rejoice about … and even if you don’t … rejoice anyway!!

Hugs,

Julie

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost but now am found

Was blind, but now, I see.

 — Amazing Grace, John Newton 

“Mom, sing Amay … sing Amay!”

You know, it still makes me smile after all these years—and, yes, tear up—that precious request my daughter would utter over and over again from the moment she could talk. “Mom, sing Amay.”

And so I would, rocking her in my arms in the middle of the night while I nursed her as a baby or when storms or nightmares would waken her as a toddler—Amazing Grace was definitely number one on the Lessman top 100 Billboard. So, why that song and not other wonderful children’s hymns like This Little Light of Mine or Jesus Loves Me? Well, first of all, Amazing Grace happened to be one of the few songs I knew by heart, at least the first stanzas, and then secondly … well … it’s the song of my life. And yours.

For me, it’s also a song that fits perfectly with this upcoming holiday—Memorial Weekend. Yes, this is the holiday we celebrate and remember our veterans, those men and women who gave of themselves so unselfishly and in many cases, their lives, to ensure that we, as Americans, remain free. We owe them a great debt and our undying gratitude for the sacrifice they made. Our life of freedom as we know it would not be possible without them.

But taking it a step further, neither would our life of freedom—spiritual or otherwise—be possible without a God Who also gave of Himself in every way, even His life, to set each of us free. And, I’m happy to say, a God who does not remember the sin of a wretch like me.

I woke up this morning not really sure what my Journal Jot would be. Mind you, I usually have an inkling based on something that happens to me in the prior week or a devotional or Scripture I read in my daily devotional time. But this week? I knew I was going to have to wing it because nothing readily came to mind.

Oh, it was a great week, to be sure—filled with wonderful things like a 13-mile bike ride with my honey on Grant’s Trail, a part historical/part residential biking trail where I literally talked the poor man’s ear off; a wonderful dinner out with the miniature love of my life, my granddaughter Rory; a new cover for book 1 in the Heart of San Francisco series Love at any Cost, which I hope to release in my summer newsletter; and incredible 70-80 degree weather all week in which I wrote up a storm on Marcy and Patrick’s prequel, A Light in the Window, for which—drum roll, please—I only have two and a half scenes to go!! So, yes, truly a wonderful week, full of God’s blessings.

And then when I woke up this morning and checked e-mails, I read a post by one of my dearest friends, Casey Herringshaw (yes, the same Casey who won my contest to have a character named after her in A Heart Revealed) entitled “Be a Mary Newton.” OH MY! What a thought-provoking and, I might add, beautifully written post by a young woman whose name you will see in bookstores one day, mark my words. Casey did such a wonderful job on this post that I encourage you to read it for yourselves at Casey’s blog, Writing for Christ—The Audience of One. The gist of it is that although John Newton is the man who garners all the praise for writing one of the most powerful hymns in Christianity—Amazing Grace—it was Mary Newton, the woman who loved him, that fought the spiritual battle for his soul. Truly an unsung hero, Mary, through the amazing grace of God, fought for and won the freedom of the man she eventually married … and she did it on her knees.

WOW, Casey’s post got me to thinking! Men and women go to fight and retain our freedom, but how many of us truly take our spiritual warfare as seriously as we should? You know, that single young woman who should be praying on a daily basis for that mate that God will hopefully bring her some day or that single woman who had to break up with a boyfriend because he wasn’t a believer? Or that wife whose husband is not a believer or only a surface believer without an intimate relationship with our God? Young women, young wives—we need to be relentless in our prayers for those we love or will love. And you gals out there with a good-to-great marriage who think you’re off the hook? Think again! Because the truth is that each of us have been enlisted by God to enter the spiritual trenches on behalf of those we love.

I will never forget a time early in my marriage—about four years in, before kids—when my husband sat me down to tell me that he was worried I was becoming too fanatical about God and he thought it would ruin our marriage. Mind you, I married a good man who accepted Jesus as God and Savior and went to church, but he did not understand the relationship I had with Christ. Did not understand the love affair I had with God. You see, I didn’t just believe in Jesus—I lived and breathed Him like those amazing lyrics from Michael W. Smith’s famous song, Breathe—“this is the air I breathe, Your holy presence living in me.” God was—is—my All in All. Back then, as now, I devoured the Bible on a daily basis, prayed with a prayer partner on a weekly basis and practiced spiritual warfare every moment of every day, binding and loosing according to God’s Word. And, yes, my sweet husband thought I was over the top.

I can still remember the phone conversation I had with my sister that day about Keith’s fears—and his ultimatum that I pull back from God just a bit. Although my sister and I were raised with religion, neither of us really “knew” God or had an intimate relationship with Him until I came to Him first at the age of 23 and then brought her to Him years later, actually just weeks prior to this particular phone call.

“Keith says he’s worried I’m a fanatic and will ruin our marriage,” I sobbed to my sister that day, a woman who was virtually just a baby in Christ. “What are you going to do?” she asked, knowing that I espoused the dreaded “submission” precept laid out in Ephesians 5:22—“Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord,” a Scripture, I might add, in which the Lord quickly showed me to replace the word “submit” with “respect.” “Well, I guess I’ll have to pull back from God somewhat,” I whispered, a heaviness settling on my soul like a shroud.

Silence. “Kate?” I said, wondering if I had lost her on the line. “No,” came her response. “Pardon me?” “I said no, Julie, you cannot pull back from God. That is exactly what the devil wants you to do because not only will it hurt you, but it will hurt the man of God your husband will be one day if you persevere.”

I blinked. Somewhere overhead, the sun came out and hope shafted into my heart like the rays of sunshine shafting through window, drying my tears. I realized then that I was in the spiritual trenches—not just for my husband, but our future children and all the people I loved in my life. From that day on, I toned down the Christian-eze and talked less about the Bible to my husband, trying to live it instead as Francis Assisi so wisely advised: “Preach the gospel at all times and when necessary, use words.” And then I ramped up the prayer—BIG time—and lo and behold, today I literally have a marriage “made in heaven” with a husband who loves God with all of his heart … just like his “fanatical” wife!

And so, on this Memorial Weekend, let us remember the veterans, yes, but also the God whose amazing grace not only saves “a wretch like me,” but allows us … empowers us … and yes, requires us … to fight the spiritual battle for those we love in trenches overflowing with His amazing grace.

I leave you with some “amazing” examples of God’s grace in my life—a precious granddaughter who is the beautiful result of years in the trenches for my husband, my children and now my grandbaby, Aurora “Grace.” The first one is at a wedding with both of her grandmothers, “JuJu” and Nana Freeman. The next one is a pic Amy took of Rory this week when we babysat her—Keith put his baseball cap on her in our living room. The next two are my daughter-in-law Katie with Rory and then Rory in highchair. If you look close, you can see she has lips just like her mother and like I have never seen before. They have a natural dark rose lining as if a lip liner had been used, and the inside are a pretty pink. My daughter-in-law can literally just wear lip gloss and look like she has lipstick on. I am SO jealous!! 🙂

May your weekend be overflowing with “Amay” until all those you love have been truly “found.”

Hugs,

Julie

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NEW FEATURE ON MY WEBSITE!! I read somewhere (Publisher’s Weekly, I think), where authors need to put excerpts on their websites because it increases sales, but I have been MOST negligent in this, so I have remedied that. I now have a tab on my website called “Excerpts,” where I list my favorite romantic and spiritual scenes from each of my books, including my upcoming novel, A Love Surrendered. So spread the word if you know anyone you think might like my books—just direct them to my Excerpts link for a taste of my writing style, okay? Thank you SO much!!

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