A Stitch and a Prayer

Writing is art and having had the lovely privilege of helping Mumsie edit her manuscript, I am full of joy to introduce you to her newest published novel, A Stitch and a Prayer.

Dad would have been so proud.  Just before he flew away to heaven, he learned Mum's manuscript had been accepted.  I can see his happy grin--those expressive sparking eyes--he was so pleased for Mumsie.  I know he would be SO proud, seeing it published now--to hold a copy of the book in his well-worn hands.  I am sure he is smiling.

The cover of Mom's book was chosen because it closely resembles an old black and white photograph of our family's original cabin, tucked into the old growth trees.  In the forests and canyons of my childhood one can still find one or two old growth survivors.

Mom has been writing since the late 1970's.  She's written both fiction and non-fiction and I adore her writing style.  The way she writes fills my eyes, heart and my soul.  She is an amazing woman and I am  fortunate to be her daughter.

You can find A Stitch and a Prayer for sale at Abingdon Press!  Mom also has a wonderful blog at Everybody Loves a Story.  I am proud of my darling Mumsie--I hope you all drop by for a visit.

Have a lovely day!

Arise My Son -Guest Heart Thursday

These are the words Mumsie read to Dad, just before he flew away to heaven.  It is a paraphrase from the Song of Solomon.  Here I sense the beauty of God's immense Love for us, I feel the Lord's great joy as He leaps and runs to meet Daddy, to hug him and to lead him into heaven. 

Our Lord comes

Look! here He comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.

Our Lord speaks to us.

He is like a gazelle or a young stag!

Look! He stands behind our wall gazing through the windows,

Peering through the glass.

Our Lord speaks  to you:

"Arise my darling son, my precious boy and come with me

"See! Your winter is past; the rains are over and gone.

"Flowers appear on the earth; the seasons of singing has come.

"The cooing of doves is heard in the land whence I come.

"The fig trees forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

"Arise, come, my darling son, my beautiful one.

"Come with me!" 

~ A Paraphrase by Eva J. Gibson 

To see Dad's Memory Book, please visit Peake Funeral Chapel.

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