Posted by: The Writers Crucible | September 6, 2010

Where is God When Your Daughter Leaves Home?

Where Is God When Your Daughter Leaves Home?

 I hoped I would never have to ask that question even though I already knew the answer. He’s right there with you. As a mother of three daughters, I prayed they would stay rooted in their Christian faith throughout their lives. When our youngest daughter chose to turn her back on her faith and walk away from God, my husband and I faced one of the most difficult and painful times of our lives.

 Questions plagued us. What had we done wrong? How had we failed our daughter? Had we treated her differently as the youngest? What would become of her as she deliberately pursued a dangerous and addictive lifestyle? Would our prodigal daughter be able to hear God’s voice as she wandered far from the One who loves her with an everlasting love?

 I’ve been a Christian for many years and have learned from experience that God is always with us no matter what circumstances we are going through. During these years when my heart was broken time and time again, His Word became my anchor in the raging storm. Spending time in His presence strengthened my faith and brought peace to my heart.

 When I asked my questions He reminded me of His unfailing love for our daughter and assured me that He was at work in her life. Even when I pray and see nothing happening or things get worse? I asked. Yes, even then, He whispered.

 Several years later, God impressed me to share our story as an encouragement to the many hurting parents who are sitting in our pews. When I mentioned it to my daughter, she told me she felt God urging her to do the same. Together we prayed that God would use this story for His glory. Our prayer is for parents and teens to read this story of forgiveness, grace and redemption together and be strengthened in their faith.

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CUT THE STRINGS is the true story of a mother who experienced the agony of watching her daughter walk away from everything right and good, ending up in a life of degradation and shame while each of them lived in their own reality.

 It is also the story of a daughter’s desperate search for a life of fulfillment and acceptance who found herself instead chained in a prison of emptiness, addictions and despair. 

Best of all, it is a story about GOD, the one who relentlessly pursued a willful young woman, protected her life, and sustained a family through it all.

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CUT THE STRINGS  is now available at Chapters and at Emmaus Family Books.

Book signings:

          Emmaus Family Books  Saturday September 11th  1-3 pm

          Chapters  Saturday October 16th  1-3 pm

 

 

 

 

Posted by: The Writers Crucible | December 9, 2009

In the Heart of a Scotsman

Christmas time more than twenty- five years ago I went to a nursing home with a children’s choir to sing carols.  I stood up in front of a small gathering of people whose faces were creased, showing their true age, but I could see in their gleaming eyes the twinkle of very young hearts experiencing the true joys of the Christmas season.  Their enthusiasm brought a smile to my face and I sang as if I was performing at an opera house.

Afterwards an elderly Scottish man came forward.  He gave me a hug and asked me my name as he commented on my big blue eyes and the dimple piercing my cheek.  I told him my name is Beverly, but in the ignorance of my youth, I forgot to ask his name.  As I went to leave, he pressed a small piece of paper in my hand.  Later I read the following words.

“Sweet Beverly fair will you sing for me a love song in the morn, with the dew like jewels clinging to the flowers newly born, and a lyric song at sunset at evenings gentle close.  For I have seen your eyes that brightly shine like the dew drops on the rose.  Twas thy voice loving in the Beverly and thy winsome winning smile that made this world a happier place Bonnie Beverly of Argyle.”

     The piece of paper was unsigned.  I believe it is a poem he wrote for me.  Although, some have thought it may have been the words to a song.  To me it was something special.  I have saved this small ragged piece of paper all of these years and a smile comes to my face every time I read it.

Recently while I was studying my family genealogy, I discovered that my ancestors were from Argyleshire Scotland.  The memory of this poem flooded my thoughts, and I found it very ironic that the man had put Bonnie Beverly of Argyle.

Music has a way of connecting us.  It touches our hearts and souls.  I have always felt a tug at my heart when I hear the sound of Celtic music.  It does not matter that I cannot understand the word often sung.  There is something about the music, which calls me home, to a place, I have never been, and I find comfort there.

I cannot help but think that maybe our singing that night brought the Scottish man back to the days of his youth.  Back to fond memories of the land, he once knew with its green countryside, mountains and moors.

This Christmas season let us not forget that sometimes the most simple of gifts from the heart have a way of reserving a place in our memory more deeply than any store bought gift.

(c) 2008 Beverly DeWit     

Posted by: The Writers Crucible | December 9, 2009

Glory to God in the Highest

“Glory to God in the highest,

And on earth peace among men

in whom He is well pleased.”

Luke 2:14

This ,I believe is the best translation of the text. Peace, not, toward men, but among men. Not good will toward men, but peace among men of good will. This was the angels song that celebrated not only the birth of our Saviour but the effect of that birth as well. And that is not the first time that the angels rejoiced, for it is recorded in the book of Job that when God laid the cornerstone of the earth, The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy. The song of creation and the song of the advent are both songs of rejoicing.

Adam was part of God’s first creation. The birth of Christ, our last Adam, announced a new commencement in human history. For the Bible tells us that in Adam all die, so also in Christ all shall be made alive. Herein lies the cause and the cure for the sad state of the human race. The cause? In Adam all die. The history of this human race is the history of conflict and pain. It is the history of bondage to our own sinful nature, a bondage that is the root cause of all the evils in the world.  Look across the landscape of this world’s experience and you will be hard pressed to find much to sing about. War and rumors of war, famine, disease, poverty, insurrections, environmental decay, the threat of nuclear annihilation; all of these are our constant companions. Is there any sign at all that God loves us, or even cares?

 The cure? The answer to the world’s problems lies wrapped in swaddling bands but the world does not want Him. He came unto His own and His own received Him not. He stretched out His hands in peace to governments and to people and they crucified Him. Light came into the world and the world loved darkness rather than light.

 Does anyone believe that the world is at peace? The world’s national peace is a mockery. After centuries of conflict and negotiation all we have achieved is nothing more than an armed neutrality based on suspicion. If you remove from human history this Christ child there is no evidence that God has any sympathy with us at all. If this story is a myth, as some would claim, we have no peace in this life and no hope beyond. This matter set before us here is a Christian ideal and can only be realized when by faith men and women enter into the Christian experience.

 What is that peace of which the angels sang? Here it is; Peace I leave with you; My peace I give unto you: Not as the world giveth give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

 Take this Christ child away and the conditions of this world become unbearable and death is an appalling darkness. Take this Christ child away and peace on earth is impossible.

 Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:

God is not dead nor doth He sleep;

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,

With peace on earth, good will toward men. 

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

Arthur Franklin

Posted by: The Writers Crucible | December 8, 2009

Sightings by Sharon Cavers

Sightings

Jesus,

 Someone said he saw you

 On a dark and dirty street. 

Said you were gently washing

An alcoholic’s feet.

They saw you in a nursing home

With those who need your care,

Caressing trembling, wrinkled hands,

Brushing tangled, snow-white hair.

You found the frightened runaway

Who bristled at your touch.

You didn’t offer her advice,

Instead you shared your lunch.

You were crouching in a doorway

Beside a homeless man.

You wrapped him in a blanket, 

Spoon-fed him from a can.

You were spotted doing dishes

At a mission for the poor.

You slipped money to a blind man,

Helped a wino through the door.

They saw you at the ballpark.

You were cheering, standing tall

When the boy who had no dad

Tore the cover off the ball.

Someone saw you in the prison

With a man who killed his wife.

Your heads were bowed in prayer,

You spoke to him of Life.

Someone said he saw you,

And I believe it’s true.

What he saw was your Church at work,

Doing just what you would do.


© Sharon Cavers 2001


Garden Path Inspirations

Posted by: The Writers Crucible | December 8, 2009

Sharon Cavers

Sharon Cavers

In 1992, Sharon founded The Writer’s Crucible, a critiquing group designed to offer help, encouragement and support for Christian writers in the Peterborough and surrounding area.

The shapes and rhythms of words have fascinated me since my early days in school. I’ve loved words and books for as long as I can remember. “Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.” Charles W. Eliot

 Sharon is a freelance author whose work has appeared in more than 34 national publications for adults and children. Her writing also finds expression in a new line of inspirational greeting cards, poems and gifts, launched in 2005 under the Garden Path Inspirations logo. www.gardenpathinspirations.com 

A wife, mother of three grown daughters and grandmother of three adorable grandchildren, Sharon is an avid reader and gardener. When I’m stuck on the plot for my story, working in my flower gardens stirs creativity. Quiet moments spent beholding the beauty of God’s creation refresh the soul, and energize the mind.

Sharon and her youngest daughter have co-authored a book for parents and teens. “Cut The Strings” is the true story of a mother who experienced the agony of watching her daughter walk away from everything right and good, ending up in a life of degradation and shame while each of them lived in their own reality.

It is also the story of a daughter’s desperate search for a life of fulfillment and acceptance who found herself instead chained in a prison of emptiness, addictions and despair.

Best of all, it is a story about GOD, the one who relentlessly pursued a willful young woman, protected her life, and sustained a family through it all.

We feel this book will be an encouragement to Christian parents who are praying for their prodigal children, and hope that it will be a story parents and teens can read together and discuss. With the increasing numbers of young people leaving our churches in search of what they are convinced is a more exciting life, Christian parents are left hurting and guilt-ridden over their prodigal children. My heart breaks as time and time again moms and dads share with us through their tears the stories of their wayward sons and daughters. At present we are asking God to direct us to a publisher.

Sharon is also working on a book of poetry and a devotional book. Her passion is to reach a lost world with the Good News of the Gospel through her writing, and to faithfully use her God-given abilities and giftings for His honour and glory.

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