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RUBY Poetry Place

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Summer Blessings

About Me
Here For
Friends

Interests
Graphic Arts, Graphic Design, Photography, Writing Poetry, Natures Beauty.

Favorite Music
Trying to get back into Christian Music again. Also Music without swearing in it. And with singers that Dress Properly during Concerts and Music Videos.

Favorite Movies
The Ultimate Gift, The Ultimate life, and The Ultimate Legacy.

Favorite Books
Christian Books, Adult Christian Coloring Books, Mental Health Informational/Work Books

Favorite Quotations
When you forgive, you in no way change the past. But you sure do change the future.

General About Me
My name is Sharmelle but you may call me Shar for short even when I use my full name Sharmelle at the end of each message ok. I am so grateful to be here at Ruby for Women as Administrator. I am here to help you in any way possible so please feel free to ask for help when needed ok. I am a 40 year old Birth Mother of two children plus twin Daughters. My first daughter is 20, my son is 14 and my twin daughters are 13.

Sharmelle's Christian Connection

I Love Angels!!!

I Collect Angels!!!

I Believe in Angels!!!

I make Graphic Angels!!!

 

 

Shout Box
May 26th

We are celebrating Yvonne's Belated Birthday here.

 We are celebrating Kathy's Belated Birthday here.

May 24th

 

Happy Birthday, Sharmelle

May the Lord bless you and keep you, may His Face shine upon you and give you peace.

Psalm 89:15 (NIV)

Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you, who walk in the light of your presence, LORD.

Psalm 89:15 (ESV)

Blessed are the people who know the festal shout, who walk, O LORD, in the light of your face.

May 23rd

May 23rd
Thanks for all you do on the site :)
May 23rd
Happy, blessed Birthday to you Shar! Hope your day is extra special. God bless you today and always. Big hugs, Jackie
May 23rd

 God Bless you on your special Birthday Day.

 

May 23rd

Happy BirthdayGood morning Shar . . . HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Hope you have a great day. I love working with you here in the RUBY community. Thank you so much for all you do to make the RUBY community a friendly place for all of our members. Love, Nina

May 22nd

Please come to RUBY Prayer Requests and let's get together and pray for the Manchester 'Terrorist Incident'... Where the British police say 19 dead, 50 injured in Manchester 'terrorist incident'.

May 22nd

Happy Birthday to you , Shar.

May 16th

God morning my friend,

Lets open a window this beautiful morning and let God in while we go along with our busy day today. Let Him bring in the Happiness, Comfort, and Grace into your home today. Lets make this an event every day with God so that if help is needed He is there and if you need more time with Him He is still there with you. God will always be with you no matter what, lets just thank him for this day and every day to come.

God's Blessings, Sharmelle

Sharmelle's Blogs
“Spread Your Wings” by Pat Jeanne Davis
Posted by Sharmelle Olson on Wednesday, May 24, 2017 at 5:54:56 PM

I sat on our front steps that afternoon and watched with some anxiety while my husband showed our son how to ride his bike. We were so happy with our five year old’s success. Later I watched him as he whizzed down the street, both arms in the air. “Look, Mom, I’m flying!” he shouted. It was suddenly for him to spread his wings.

“Be careful,” I told him. “Look out for pedestrians, and keep your helmet fastened.”

Just yesterday, it seems, he was twelve months old and learning to walk. By the time he reached seven, Johnny was skating down the rough pavement in front of our home.

By eleven he began playing hockey. It seemed at each turn in the road I would instruct him, “Be careful, Johnny. Keep your helmet fastened and your eyes on the other players.”

Then at twelve, came skateboarding. By this time he wore braces on his teeth, and he had become more muscular and taller than his friends. As I observed him doing some basic moves on his board, again I warned, “Keep your helmet on! And remember, no jumping off high walls!”

Time marches on. At sixteen, Johnny stands six-feet, two-inches and continues to master new skills. He has a part-time job and may decide to go away to college when he graduates from high school.

Yet he really surprised me the other day when he announced, “Mom, I’m saving my money to take flight lessons this summer.” Why should that have surprised me? Since he turned ten, I’ve looked at pictures of aircraft plastered on every wall in his bedroom. Nevertheless, other sons fly—not mine!

My husband John tries to reassure me. “Flying is safer than driving a car,” he said. So now Johnny’s a junior driver. I thought he should wait a little longer to start learning this new skill. But his dad says, “Johnny’s ready. He needs to spread his wings.”

This morning, leaving the driveway with him in the driver’s seat, I’m confident he’ll be a careful driver—he had an excellent instructor in his father.

But again I lean over to instruct, “Johnny, have you fastened your seat belt? Watch out for those other drivers!”

As I look back over the past sixteen years since we brought Johnny into our home, I’m reminded of a time when my Heavenly Father nudged me to step out in faith and then to waited on Him.

After years of infertility, my husband and I made the choice to pursue adoption as a means of gaining a family.

There were many disappointments over several years, but at last we were successful. I was forty-six when we adopted Johnny as a newborn.

I knew next to nothing about being a mother, but I was willing and determined. I learned from daily experience with our little one. Johnny taught me how to feel like a parent for the first time. Now our family was complete—or so we thought.

I came to realize that God had His own timetable for my life when fifteen months after Johnny’s adoption, I learned that I was pregnant at age forty-eight. How will I cope with two babies at my age and will he be healthy? I couldn’t help but wonder after the initial unbelief and astonishment subsided.

My physician informed me that I was at high risk of giving birth to a child with a chromosome abnormality. But I knew we were meant to have this baby, too. I began to feel joy and wonder at the prospect. I declined to have an amniocentesis that might reveal any abnormalities.

I had an uneventful pregnancy and Joshua was born just twenty-two months after Johnny came to us. There has never been another time when I felt closer to God as my Father and sensed His presence as during our son Johnny’s first year and during my pregnancy with Joshua.

Today with God’s continual help, I’m meeting the challenges and triumphs of mothering. I find support and direction through reading God’s Word, Christian publications and programs and through my husband. Becoming a mom in my later years is a rewarding experience, and my faith in God has deepened as a result.

Little by little, I’m learning to “let go”—to entrust Johnny and Joshua to God’s care. As I look forward to Johnny’s graduation and the challenges he’ll face, I recall Isaiah 40:31, “But those who wait on the Lord will find new strength. They will fly high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.”

When it comes time for Johnny to take those flight lessons—to literally spread his wings—I’ll be ready. Watching as a proud mother, I can imagine myself saying, “Be careful. Fasten into your seat. Wear your harness.” “Spread your wings!”

 

Pat Jeanne Davis writes from her home in Philadelphia, Pa. She enjoys gardening, genealogy research and travel. Her work appeared in Guideposts, The Lookout, Bible Advocate, Faith & Family, GRIT Magazine, Splickety Magazine, Sasee Magazine, RUBY Magazine, Woman Alive and Chicken Soup for the Soul books. She writes historical inspirational novels and represented by Leslie H. Stobbe Literary Agency. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. Visit her at www.patjeannedavis.com

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“History of Christian Hymns” by Lucy Adams
Posted by Sharmelle Olson on Wednesday, May 24, 2017 at 5:43:17 PM

Hymn Stories

“Let there be Peace on Earth”

by Jill Jackson

A history of Christian hymns

Our troubled world longs for peace. We are bombarded with reports of violence in towns and homes. Our hearts are broken and we ask, “What can I do about it?” Here is just one story in the history of Christian hymns.

Often there are wonderful meetings of peace-loving people who join their hearts and prayers to understand this deep need. I praise God for them.

But what of the people who can’t attend these gatherings? All of us need encouragement and hope for peace in our troubled world.  At times, the best that can happen is that each individual seeks peace in his or her troubled heart. This is what happened to an amazing woman of faith some years ago.

Songwriter Jill Jackson wrote her answer to that question in the song, “Let There Be Peace on Earth.” As she wrote the phrase, “Let peace begin with me,” that was her personal solution, regardless of the world situation. Those words are the theme for the entire song.

Jackson wrote her thoughts in poetic form in 1955. She had just come through severe depression and had tried to take her own life. Through months of recovery, she found a new purpose for living.  It came while listening to a sermon on radio. The preacher’s text was based on John 14:27 in which Jesus said, “Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you.”

Jackson’s heart responded to the invitation to accept Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior. In her weakened condition, she said, “If I live, I will put my life completely in God’s hands. If I live, it will not be as the self-absorbed and tormented woman I have become. I will try to be a window glass through which the light can shine.”

God’s light shone in power as she wrote the words about her own desire for inner peace which she prayed would spread into the world.

The lilting melody was composed by her husband, Sy Miller, who worked for Jan-Lee Music in California.

In the 1960s, it was chosen as the theme song for UNICEF. Its popularity carried it throughout the world. All ages and nationalities joined in deeper bonds of unity each time it was performed.

We, too are filled with hope as we sing, “Let There Be Peace On Earth.” Our longing for peace is matched by our memory of God’s promise in Psalm 29:11, “The Lord will bless His people with peace.”

Hymn Stories

Jill Jackson and Sy Miller, circa 1956

 

 

Lucy Adams

Lucy Adams In 1984 in Nashville, Tennessee I began to write answers for the question, “Why do people write songs?” Those stories first appeared on a radio program that I created: THE STORY BEHIND THE SONG aired on Christian radio station WWGM.

The program began as I sang six words, “I Love to Tell the Story” and said: “Hi friends, this is Lucy Adams and I tell the story behind the song.” I continued the show for five minutes with a message that answered … who, what, where and why of the hymn – plus a verse or two of the music. These programs continued to play for many years in various towns in Tennessee. Visit my blog to learn more about the stories of our favorite hymns at https://www.52hymns.com/about.htm

Visit the RUBY community for more stories about the history of Christian hymns.

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“Pedigree of a Savior” by Thea Williams
Posted by Sharmelle Olson on Wednesday, May 24, 2017 at 5:00:01 PM

Cross on Bible

My mother was exceedingly proud of her ancestry, which boasted two aristocratic English families whose roots went back to the Mayflower. My father, less than impressed with her credentials, once wryly referred to Mom’s genealogy as her “family twig.”

I received as a Christmas gift a calendar Bible, and as I ingest my daily helpings of God’s Word, I’ve been struck by God’s choice of flawed vessels to bring His Son into the world. For example…

Did you know that Jesus’s distinguished lineage included Jacob, who connived his way through life, lying to his ailing father and alienating his only brother? Also among our Savior’s illustrious ancestors was Perez, the illegitimate offspring of Jacob’s son Judah, whom he conceived with his widowed daughter-in-law when she was posing as a prostitute.

Peyton Place, anyone?

And let’s not forget David, the man after God’s own heart, whose illicit union with Bathsheba resulted in the murder of an innocent man in one of the most shocking cover-ups recorded in God’s Word. These two adulterers later produced Christ’s ancestor Solomon, whose liaisons with foreign women led the wisest king who ever lived into idolatry and compromise that besmirched his throne and ultimately divided his kingdom.

These are the some of the juicier tidbits in Jesus’s history. From a humble beginnings standpoint, Christ descended from Leah, Jacob’s unloved wife, who played second fiddle to her beautiful sister Rachel, and had to be pawned off on unsuspecting Jacob through her father’s trickery. God’s Son could also claim in His list of relatives Rahab, a member of the world’s oldest profession, and her daughter-in-law Ruth, whose widowed status forced her to beg scraps and marital protection from a stranger.

Truth really is stranger than fiction.

I can only conclude that Philippians 2:8 (“And being found in appearance as a man, [Jesus] humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross”) is the understatement of the century – no, the millennium. Better yet, the entire stage of human history.

Christ’s heritage, culminating in His birth to an unmarried teenager who just barely escaped being left at the altar on the strength of a dream given her disgraced fiancé, better qualified Him to land a role in As the World Turns than to head up the divine church.

And yet, this family tree was carefully, painstakingly constructed by none other than God Himself to serve as the vehicle by which He would introduce freedom to handcuffed humanity.

How fitting that the Son of God, who descended from such “colorful” ancestors, chose to grow up in an obscure town which His peers held in contempt. John 1:46 states that the thinking of Jesus’ day was “Can anything good come out of [Jesus’ home town] Nazareth?” Apparently, something good could – and did – come out of this humble, despised city.

Kind of gives you hope for the rest of us, doesn’t it?

 

Thea Williams’s short story, “Phoenix,” appears in 50 Over Fifty: A Celebration of Established and Emerging Women Writers. Her work appears in Focus on the Family Magazine and Al Anon’s The Rap. Subscribe to Thea’s blog at www.reflectionsbythea.blogspot.com  By day, Thea educates and prays for young minds at a local school district. Contact Thea at https://www.facebook.com/thea.williams.16 or https://www.youtube.com/user/theabwilliams.

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“The Wisdom of Women on the Meaning of Love” by Deb Ilardi
Posted by Sharmelle Olson on Saturday, April 29, 2017 at 6:11:20 PM

Wisdom of Women

How do you tell a great story? Mabel asked her friend Gertrude.

Mabel imagined herself a great writer. Gert grinned, and quietly said It has to be about love. Her face soft, her eyes turned up at the corner, she sat back in her chair, proud for coming to such a magnificent conclusion.

Gert recalled her cousin Sophia telling her. I know exactly what love is Gertie. Maybe you will be lucky enough to fall into love. Nick is the man for me. He understands me. He’s my missing piece, my better half. I’m going to spend the rest of my life thanking him for making me so happy.

Gertrude had fallen in love and remembered that conversation while rocking her baby to sleep one night. Tears slid from her eyes. Nick had been abusive and critical, spent Sophia’s savings, broke her heirloom china and left her alone. Sophia was wrong about love.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Mabel’s rapidly tapping pencil. Come on Gertrude, you have to give me more than that to go on, she moaned.

I have a friend who is in love, Gertrude rambled. She says that you love when you are ready to give up everything for someone else.

Mabel smirked, tried to hide or soften her reaction to Gertrude’s ridiculous idea. She sighed impatiently.

I think I can help you get started Mabel, People always enjoy a good love story. When I was eleven my Aunt Grace took me for a walk. This is what she told me…when you love a boy, Gertie, you will feel very different. It is amazing to kiss, to be held in someone’s arms and gazed upon as if you were a sparkling diamond. That leaves you feeling important, cared for and protected. You realize good things about yourself for the first time. He looked at you so long with those eyes filled with care. You must be beautiful. He held you as if you might break. You must be precious. And there is more.

He told everyone he was going to spend his life with you. You must be intelligent, fascinating, and creative. He sold his bicycle to buy you an engagement ring. You must be priceless. He wants to build you a house, sleep with you in his arms all the rest of his days. He must know you are worth every sacrifice.

When you are loved, you start to see love around you. You see a teenager smiling at a baby, a woman arranging flowers in a florist window, a policeman holding the hand of an elderly man as he crosses a city street. Doves flying in pairs.

Just then, Mabel’s granddaughter Kimberly walked into the room. She held three cups of tea and asked if she could join them. “I heard you talking about love,” she said. Her smile was radiant.

She was intrigued by these older women. It was not unusual for her to join them, armed with tea, a deck of cards or a checker game board. Kimberly always made Mabel and Gertrude feel loved.

Well Mabel is writing another story, said Gertrude… I said it should be about love. What do you think?

Kimberly passed out warm teacups and gently sat in the chair between them. She was recently graduated from college and working with young children.

Yellow Tea Cup

Grandma, we sang together when I was little. Remember Shower the People You Love With Love? You explained that love has many meanings. You said if we could come up with one definition and put it into a bottle everyone would want to buy it. I tried to talk you into doing that and you laughed.

You said that love never means the same thing two days in a row. It is one of those amazing words that get used too often, used for the wrong things, even misused; that love changes, love is an evolving experience. I wrote that down and thought about it all through high school and college. Love is an evolving experience. I thought you were amazing then and I think you are amazing now.’ She smiled, finished her tea and stood to leave.

Give me a big hug and kiss beautiful girl, Mabel said softly. I want one too, said Gertrude. And with care, poise and love, Kimberly kissed and hugged them both.

I might never get this book written Gertrude, said Mabel, tears glistening in her eyes. Gertrude thought her heart would burst. Love, she thought, is as alive as we are, as different as every living thing and every piece of art or gown or greeting card. Love happened, didn’t ever stay the same, and existed whenever you realized that you were special.

She opened her mouth and said to Mabel, Your story has to be about experiences of love and how you can’t hold them; you need to enjoy them and let them go.

Mabel looked back at her friend, shaking her head and then her finger in Gertrude’s direction. Girlfriend, you are just confusing me. I will never get this story written.

They smiled and reached out to hold hands as they finished their tea.

 

Deb Ilardi is a registered nurse and has written professionally for decades. She was the Clinical Editor of School Nurse News from 2001-20016. Now she is retired and living in NC with her husband where she enjoys life near the ocean as a freelance writer.

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Celebrate the Different Roles of Women with these Gift Ideas
Posted by Sharmelle Olson on Saturday, April 29, 2017 at 5:53:21 PM

Mother's Day Gifts

A woman has multiple roles and responsibilities in real life. It is this diverse range of responsibilities that makes them garner respect, admiration, love and attention from all quarters of life. Although, women are trying to balance a lot of things at the same time, they are never short in fulfilling the various aspirations associated with a particular relationship or role.

Here are a few gift ideas for the woman who is trying to establish the much needed balance in her different roles. Let us check out the various gifts for this dynamic woman based on her ability to succeed in her different relationships.

Gifts to honour the efforts of a mother – Mothers are the backbone of a family and the root that holds the entire family together through difficult times. It is impossible to describe the true worth, importance and greatness of a mother through words, and the best Mother’s Day gifts will show your true appreciation. You can check out a wide range of gifts for mom’s day that consists of personalized coffee mugs, designer tote bags, dry fruits collections, exotic floral bouquets, fruit baskets and other items from online gifting stores to celebrate motherhood in an extraordinary manner.

Gifts to celebrate the unconditional love of a sister – Sisters are the shade of the trees that protect us from the harsh rays of the problems in life, and offer us a comfortable environment. This special bonding between a brother and sister is cherished by people throughout the world. Although, the unconditional love between a brother and sister does not need a particular day for its celebration. However, in a vast country like India, the exceptional relationship between a male and female sibling is best described through the occasion of “Raksha Bandhan” which is celebrated throughout the country. To make your sister feel special, you can give her the gift of a cushion which says “The best sister in the world,” offer stylish personalized coffee mugs, personal care gift hampers, designer leather accessories and other such gifts to express your love towards her.

Gifts to reward the devotion of a wife – A wife is dedicated to her husband and in-laws after marriage to the bridegroom. She takes care of her life partner and performs various responsibilities of her wedding life with full dedication. To reward her efforts, you can gift a personal beauty care kit, a box of exotic chocolates, a spa kit, floral bouquets, healthy snack gift hamper and others for the woman who has always stood by your side during tough times.

Gifts to match the sweetness of a daughter – A daughter is a sweet little princess that has arrived in your life to bring lots of joy and happiness. She reminds you about a lot of things and brings the much needed stability in your personal life. There are several gift options that can complement the charm and innocence of a daughter such as a baby shower kit, a pretty baby girl dress, a hair grooming kit, the collection of her favorite comic books and a lot more.

So, it is important to pay adequate respect to the woman who is single-handedly playing all these roles in a wonderful way. Words would not do justice to her, so it is time to shower her with women’s day gift ideas that can simply make her feel more valuable and special.

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“At the Kitchen Table with Momma – Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth” by Sharon L. Patterson
Posted by Sharmelle Olson on Thursday, April 27, 2017 at 6:52:35 PM

I sat up in bed, still startled from what I had just experienced.  For a moment, I questioned where I was until I looked to see my husband sleeping soundly bedside me. Was that a dream I just had?  It seemed so much more.  It was SO REAL!  As my husband stirred from sleep I felt compelled to share the dream with him.

“Honey, this is going to sound really strange to you, but I feel like I have just spent time with Mother.”

His quizzical look prompted an immediate response, “I know-it’s impossible.” Mother had passed away a few years earlier.

“What makes you say that?” my husband queried back as he got out of bed to get ready for work.

“Well, to begin with, I can describe the atmosphere of the room we were in. I can still see and smell the flood of sunshine coming through the large open window. It felt like a cool spring morning.  I was conscious of the freshness of it.”

“What do you mean you could smell the sunshine?”

“When I was a girl, Mother and I would hang clothes on the line.  When they were dry, and we brought them inside, you could smell the sunshine. That is how the room smelled.”

Before he thought me completely daffy, I continued: “There were silk organza ruffled curtains on that window – mother’s favorite. She and I were sitting at the kitchen table. You know, the dinette like the one she and dad had forever.”

“What did you talk about?”

“Mother apologized to me.”

“What for?”

“For all the things she did that she knew hurt me during the years when she was drinking.”

There had been no time for us to talk about much of anything as mother’s death at forty-four was quite sudden and unexpected. She had an acute epileptic seizure and was gone in an instant. I was at school when I got the call. I remember thinking, “I didn’t even get to tell her good-bye.”

But today, somewhere between heaven and earth, Mother and I met at the kitchen table. We had time to talk about things in both our hearts.

I don’t know what exactly happened, but I know that the conversation led to a great healing in my soul that is just as real at the smell of fresh sunshine that flooded that room.

 

Sharon Patterson, retired educator, career military wife, and leader in women’s ministry, has written inspirational encouragement in various forms from greeting cards to short stories, poetry, and Bible studies for over thirty years. She has authored three books, and is a contributing author for several of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books. She and her husband Garry live in Round Rock, Texas. They have three sons and five grandchildren. You can read more of Sharon’s inspirational articles in the April 2017 issue of RUBY magazine.

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“Love in Bloom” by Pat Jeanne Davis
Posted by Sharmelle Olson on Monday, April 24, 2017 at 4:10:42 PM

Love in Bloom

Kate pulled her long, brown hair into a ponytail and looked out on the yard of her new home where robins hopped about, snatching up a meal. The sun shone brightly, announcing the approach of spring. Finally! She visualized a row of multi-colored flowers bordering her driveway.

She squelched a sigh. Had she made the right decision to move so far away from family and friends? At the time, a new position seemed too good an opportunity to pass up. A change had been long overdue, Kate reasoned. And not having a special someone in her life provided further cause to accept the offer. Still, the cold winter had lasted far too long, and she missed the familiar faces back home.

Kate stepped away from the window. With a full schedule next week, Saturday was the only time she had to return to Freddy’s Garden Center. Perhaps the promised shipment of flowers had arrived. She grabbed her car keys.

When Kate entered the nursery, she spotted a figure working at a metal counter surrounded by plants and pots. As she approached, he turned and fixed his blue eyes on her for what seemed like minutes.

“Back so soon?” he asked, grinning.

“You’re the one I saw two weeks ago.”

He rubbed his chin. “You came back just to see me.”

Kate flashed a smile. “Can you help me choose flowers for my yard?”

He laughed, revealing straight white teeth. “I’m your man.” He slapped his palms together to dislodge the dirt. “The name’s Fred.”

She took his big hand in hers, intrigued by his friendly manner. “Kate.”

“Let’s see. You told me you’d moved here recently and wanted flowers that bloomed a long time and didn’t need much care.”

“You remembered.”

Fred gestured for her to follow him. “That’s my job,” he said over his shoulder. “Another supply came in yesterday. You’re in luck.”

They moved down rows of wooden tables overflowing with tulips and daffodils. Kate felt like a schoolgirl on a field trip as she half-ran to keep up, then nearly crashed into him when he stopped and turned around.

“I moved here two years ago to be closer to my eleven-year-old son and opened this garden center last spring,” he said.

Surprised by Fred’s revelation, Kate’s eyes drifted to the bare space on his ring finger. Why hadn’t she done more with her hair and put on a little makeup before coming out this morning? She met his gaze. “It sounds like you’ve been transplanted like these flowers.”

A ghost of a smile crept over his face. “Like yourself.”

Kate nodded. “Came here six months ago after accepting a new position.”

Hyacinths scattered blue, purple, and pink around her. She drew in the sweet fragrance and listened to chimes swaying in a warm breeze.

Fred selected a tray of flowers with little faces. His hand caressed the petals as if they were friends. “Pansies provide a variety of colors that last for months.” He moved to the next table. “The lush blooms on these begonias are hardy as well.”

“I’ll take both.”

He picked up a large white bag. “You’ll need potting soil. I’ll get my son to take these to check-out and to your car. That’s him over there.” Fred motioned for his son.

“Well, what do you know,” Kate said as the boy approached. “Billy is in my class!”

Billy’s eyes widened in recognition. “Miss Haley!”

Fred wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “I finally get to meet the Miss Haley.”

Billy kicked a stone with the toe of his shoe. A sheepish grin spread across his face.

Kate scrambled for something to say to break the awkward silence. “Lucky you, working here with your Dad.”

He looked at his father before taking the flowers and bag. “Yep, I know.”

Fred tousled his son’s blond hair. “I’m the lucky one.”

After Billy left, Fred turned to Kate, pulling his baseball cap forward over his dark, curly hair. “He wasn’t exaggerating when he said you’re pretty.”

Kate managed a smile and lowered her head, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

“And he’s always going on about how you make science come alive.”

“Happy to hear that.” She laughed. “I wish I had that much success with plants.” Or with men.

Fred laughed too. “You’ll need these.” As he handed her a trowel and gardening gloves, their hands touched. Did he feel the same attraction?

Fred shifted his feet. “Take this slip up front and tell them I said to give you a gardening book.” He cleared his throat before speaking again. “If you need any further help, I’m your man.”

“Thanks.” Of course he was her man. Kate recalled her first trip here. Fred answered every question, even the ones she quickly thought up just so she could look into those captivating blue eyes while he answered.

He started walking toward another customer.

“I want to put in some other things,” Kate called after him.

He headed back to where she stood. Her pulse quickened.

“What do you have in mind?”

Kate shrugged. “I need some suggestions.”

“Maybe some shrubs,” he said. “If you like, I could stop by next Saturday, take a look at your yard and give you a few ideas.”

“Sounds good. I’ll keep an eye out.” Kate’s casual tone masked the excitement within. Her heart surged with the wonder of spring and the prospect of a fresh start.

“Write your address here. If you have no one to put them in, just remember, I’m your man. And don’t worry about not having a green thumb.” He winked. “I’ll teach you what you need to know.”

Kate craned her neck to keep him in view as he walked off. Fred glanced back and their eyes met, leaving her with a promise of good things to come.

 

Pat Jeanne Davis writes from her home in Philadelphia, Pa. She is married and mom to two sons. Pat loves to work in her flower garden and travel. She has completed two historical inspirational novels and is represented by Leslie H. Stobbe and is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. She loves to hear from her readers. Please visit her at www.patjeannedavis.com

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“Sometimes in the Silence” by Nina Newton
Posted by Sharmelle Olson on Saturday, April 22, 2017 at 1:21:30 AM

James 1:5-6

 

There are days, I know we all have them, in a brief moment of silence, when we wonder if we are doing everything that God intends for us. Especially as women, we often find ourselves busy, busy, busy with daily tasks that frequently seem endless. Which of course, they are. Because no matter how many times you fix supper, you will have to do it all over again tomorrow. And  laundry. You can do a thousand loads of laundry, and tomorrow there will be MORE laundry.

If you are a mom of any age, if you still have children at home, there is a never-ending round of activities that require your attention. Some days I just feel like I’m running in circles, and nothing I am doing, nothing in which I am investing my time and energy, will last. Everything will have to be done all over again tomorrow.

That is when I find myself, in those all-too-seldom moments of quiet . . . sometimes in the silence, I stop and think about all of that. And I’ll be honest, some days I get discouraged, wondering if anything I am doing is making any difference in the world. If you are honest, you will admit that you feel that way on occasion, too.

One day recently I was asking God to give me just a bit of guidance, just so I would have a greater sense of confidence that I am actually hearing Him correctly, and this daily round of running to dentist appointments, piano lessons, volleyball practice, orthodontist appointments, choir concerts, and youth group meetings matters to anyone.

When I finally landed back home, and the girls were quietly doing other stuff (besides fighting like sisters often do!), I sat down at my desk to work on the RUBY magazine – and again I asked God to give me a clue. Does anything that I am doing with my life make any difference at all, to anyone? Or is all of this activity just keeping me distracted from something else, something bigger, something more important?

That’s when I suddenly realized, as I was reading through some of the submissions for this issue of RUBY magazine, that MY writers – yes, MY writers – some of YOU who share your heart and love for the Lord with all of us who read your words – YOU are my ministry. Especially when I read the words of new writers who are timid and afraid to put their precious ideas and thoughts down in black and white and send them off to someone (me!) that they don’t even know – and they trust me to treat their voice and their words with respect.

I have been so encouraged, and truly blessed, by the writing that is submitted each month for our little magazine. And I am so grateful and honored that God has given me the gift of your friendship. I have learned so much from MY writers, and I am so excited to look to the future with all of the opportunities that God will give us, together, to share His words of blessing, inspiration, and encouragement with the world.

So if you ever wonder what you are doing, if God is using you, or if anything you are doing every day is making a difference in the world – know you are not alone, and remember that He has given you a story, and words of encouragement, so that you can share them with the world. We make a pretty good team, I think!

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“Seasons & Waiting” by Cassidy Burdge
Posted by Sharmelle Olson on Thursday, April 20, 2017 at 11:27:28 PM

Seasons and Waiting by Cassidy Burdge

Last summer I went on a mission trip and one of my leaders always talked about how life is in seasons and we have to be able to keep up even when the seasons change. I loved what was said, but I never really understood exactly what she meant when she talked about seasons and waiting.

But boy do I now! With school and the change of classes and teachers I would always separate my academic year into seasons. But outside of my academic year I never saw my life as a series of seasons.

Until this year (what a grand year 2017!) This year I have gone through seasons of sadness, struggle, hurt, but also the fun ones, extreme joy, growth, and ease. With each season the Lord reveals a different side of who He is and each season is equally important.
As I started doing season hopping, I realized how easy it is to get all caught up in a specific season and forget to spend time with the one in charge of your season… Jesus Christ. This will wreck your season, guaranteed. The most important thing in life is to remember to seek Christ above all things. Whether you’re in the most stressful season of your life or the easiest, you need to intentionally seek Christ.

 

I have also started to value each season, even if at first it is not easy. I tend to enjoy the seasons of happiness and growth way…WAY more than the ones of sadness or grief. But the Lord has revealed to me this year that both seasons are equally important and one wouldn’t be as great without the other.

 

With that being said, one of the hardest seasons for me is waiting. I am so impatient so this time is very hard for me. Seasons and waiting are part of life, but they are definitely not much fun!

Ironically, the season I struggle with is the one I’m in right now (actually not ironic at all… I asked for this). Right now I am waiting to see what my future holds. My family is going through some transitions and taking some new steps which could drastically change my situation. So I am playing the waiting game, all day, every day… woo!

The first few weeks of my waiting season I was not happy and was not waiting very well. But I’m about a month in and can gladly say that I am okay with waiting. I am okay with handing all of my future into God’s hands and letting Him do with it as He pleases.

 

The God that is with me during this waiting season is the same God that was with me just a few months ago during a season of amazingly great joy. The same God that held my hand during seasons of bravery and never let go is the same God telling me to slow down and to be patient.
He has never let me down and He never will. So I will wait and wait well. I encourage you, whatever season you are in, to seek the Lord and see what goodness is in your season right here, right now.

 

XOXO, The Christian Prepster 

 

Cassidy Burdge is the Christian Prepster, a high school student living the Christian lifestyle in a preppy state of mind. She has a deep love for sharing Christ through her writing and blogging, and she is excited to be part of Ruby Magazine. Cassidy blogs about anything from Biblical teachings to book reviews. You can connect with Cassidy on her blog, The Christian Prepster at https://thechristianprepster.wordpress.com/

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“Your Country Needs You!” by Carol Hind
Posted by Sharmelle Olson on Thursday, April 20, 2017 at 11:14:45 PM

Your country needs you

Lot chose to live in the country of Sodom and Gomorrah but the inhabitants’ ungodly behaviour vexed his righteous soul. However, if it were not for Abraham’s appeal to God, Lot may well have been destroyed alongside those degenerate souls (see Genesis 18:16-33).

Fast forward to today’s world and I think many of you readers will agree that it has reached a similar state of lawlessness and depravity.

The Bible declares that “…the whole world lieth in darkness” or “under the sway of the wicked one” (1 John 5:19). Certainly, as Christians and prayer warriors, the reprehensible acts of so-called Church leaders who abuse their power and position, the various international crises, the troubling escalation of social ills, can seem utterly overwhelming and unsolvable.

But hallelujah! We serve a God who is able (and willing) to heal our lands and deliver the ungodly from the grip of the Enemy (2 Chronicles 7:14). He is merely looking for someone to step into the breach, to seek his assistance, to plead for his mercy, to make a demand upon his miraculous might.

So I sought for a man among them who would make a wall, and stand in the gap before me on behalf of the land, that I should not destroy it; but I found no one. Ezekiel 22:30 (NKJV).

Will you be that person? Will you allow God to transform your concerns into compassion? Will you don your spiritual armour today and pray?

Dear WoW! follower and visitor, your country needs you! Not as a critic. Not as a self-appointed judge. But as a committed soldier in Christ’s army, as a stalwart warrior. Please don’t hesitate to enrol and take your place on the battlefield. Your prayers can make a difference!

Wishing you all a blessed and victorious week!

 

Carol Hind: I am a God-seeker and recovering perfectionist. From an early age my love of words and insatiable appetite for stories kindled a passion for writing. I’ve enjoyed modest publishing success both in print and online and spent several rewarding years as one of a team of editors for a Christian women’s publication. I like to write devotionals, inspirational articles and poems and on the odd occasion, a short story. Read more of Carol’s inspirational posts on her blog, Women of Warfare.

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