Writing Paula-Rose

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Facebook List of Indie Author's Christian #Books

I'm sure I speak for many believers whose bookshelves are packed full of amazing Christian books. As an author of faith books, just the thought of this makes my heart smile. Knowing that it's hard for readers to find Indie Author's Christian books, I share my short list of the Facebook Groups where Christian Books, Authors, and Promotions will be posted, and where authors can join. Though I'm not in all of them, I have participated in each of them at some point. * Please be aware that many groups are finding things posted in them that aren't appropriate and the Admins working to fix those issues.

Christian & Sweet-n-Clean Launches https://www.facebook.com/groups/ChristianBookLaunches/

Free Christian Books & More http://bit.ly/37j1RGO

Inspirational Women's Authors & Writers Group: http://bit.ly/2LYh7Rt

Authors, Bloggers, Writers, Readers & Books for Faith-Filled Living http://bit.ly/2PqAXXW

Christian Authors USA http://bit.ly/2RWlssf

Christian Kindle Freebies & Deals http://bit.ly/2M3B5dR

CHRISTIAN BOOKS, POEMS & ART http://bit.ly/2rJ0pis

Chasing Books Christian Book Club http://bit.ly/2swvq9i

Christian Books For You http://bit.ly/2M0ufWw

Christian Authors Unite http://bit.ly/2YSoaQY

Christian Books & Authors http://bit.ly/2qXFkQJ

Christian Books http://bit.ly/34sjtyL

Christian Blogs and thoughts http://bit.ly/35tX6dx

Christian Fiction Gathering http://bit.ly/36EgPY2

Christian Fiction Fans http://bit.ly/2RYOZlm

CHRISTIAN E-BOOK LOVERS, FREE AND SALES http://bit.ly/2Z4gjjH

Christian Indie Books http://bit.ly/34nxA8d

Christian Kindle Freebies & Deals http://bit.ly/36FnPnn

Christian Writers Connection http://bit.ly/2RYKAPl

Christian Fiction Writers http://bit.ly/2YSnHhX

Christian Fiction Lovers http://bit.ly/2EmgHQH

Christian Thrillers http://bit.ly/35uMdbh

CREATING FOR GOD http://bit.ly/36EhtEW

CrossReads - Christian Books, Ebooks, Readers & Authors http://bit.ly/2PPvmcM

Good Christian Books http://bit.ly/34u8bd0

i love christian books club! http://bit.ly/2EmOgSG

Novella Faith Writers and Readers http://bit.ly/2LYOgNe

Star ✫ Reviews ✫of✫ Christian ✫ Fiction! http://bit.ly/38NuCgH

The Christian Book Club http://bit.ly/35tuvFc

Christian Non-fiction Writers, Bloggers, and Authors http://bit.ly/2LYOwfa

Non-Fiction Christian Authors & Readers (cia) http://bit.ly/38Nv6U3

Christian Reviewers http://bit.ly/36N8WzL

Christian Book Tweets http://bit.ly/34xPFkk

Blog Attitude http://bit.ly/2PVte2Y

The Christian Blog Collective http://bit.ly/30m0g10

= The Christian Blog Cafe = http://bit.ly/34vIx7H

Christian Bloggers Café http://bit.ly/2EnnfP9

Christian Bloggers Network http://bit.ly/2PSBtwF

Christian blogs http://bit.ly/2PSBtwF

Christian Women Bloggers Network http://bit.ly/2tn7RQx

Christian Bloggers http://bit.ly/2sxqukx

~~~~~ Great Places for Authors to Post & Shoppers to find Kids Books ~~~~~

Christian Kids Books

Christian Children's Books https://www.facebook.com/groups/193489594402937/

Kindle Kids https://www.facebook.com/groups/KindleKidsBooks/

Kindle Books for Kids https://www.facebook.com/groups/208163299388359/

Buy & Sell Kindle Books for Kids https://www.facebook.com/groups/kindlebooksforkids/about/

Christian Children's Author's https://www.facebook.com/groups/509235566499130/

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Becoming a Writer for God

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Since people often ask how this dyslectic artist became an author, here's Paula Rose Michelson's story in her own words:

"I was such a good storyteller that when speaking of something that really happened, I was often asked if it was a story!

While in my 30’s I began writing a memoir called Journey Home. My husband’s course of study in college prepared him to teach English and creative writing at the college level. Imagine my surprise when he insisted I find a publisher for this work. Though a huge complement, I set that idea aside because we were busy raising our girls.

I started writing when I became as Messianic Jew, I found myself invited to speak at Woman’s Ministries events and retreats. For each event, I wrote a piece that fit with my presentation. I'd read the piece, and then gifted it to be given away or raffled.

A few years later, I was surprised when a women asked me for a print out of the piece I'd written for the event where we meet. It seemed to me that she attended each event I was speaking at - leaving with a duplicate copy of what I'd written.

When my husband and I decided to worship at a Messianic Congregation, she greeted me with open arms. Later, I discovered she owned a small Messianic publishing company, and wanted to publish my work. We meet and discussed ideas. Amazed and blessed, I did some research and began writing character sketches for the three women the reader would meet in the book we decided upon. However, when Naomi (the least important of the three) started telling me her story, writing the six volume faith saga called The Naomi Chronicles became my passion!

Nine years later, I’ve self-published three of the six Naomi Chronicles. The first book of that saga, No Other Choice is now an Amazon Bestseller in Inspirational Romance (Women's & Family) Fiction! You can find all my fictions, and nonfiction Kindle eBook downloads on Amazon." http://amzn.to/1z8ydzA

These 'God is Like' Blessings are from Kids in the 5th Grade!

Today, I’m sharing what the children attending a Christian school told their fifth grade teacher when she asked her class to look at TV commercials and see if they could use them to communicate ideas about God. Here are some of the results.

God is like…

Bayer Aspirin

He works miracles.

God is like…

A Ford

He's got a better idea.

God is like…

Coke

He's the real thing.

God is like…

Hallmark Cards

He cares enough to send His very best.

God is like…

Tide

He gets the stains out others leave behind. ..

God is like.

General Electric

He brings good things to life.

God is like…

Alka-Seltzer

Try Him, you'll like Him

God is like…

Scotch Tape

You can't see Him, but you know He's there.

God is like…

Delta

He's ready when you are.

God is like…

Allstate

You're in good hands with Him.

God is like...

VO-5 Hair Spray ;

He holds through all kinds of weather

God is like…

Dial Soap

Aren't you glad you have Him? Don't you wish everybody did?

God is like…

The U.S. Post Office

Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from

His appointed destination.

God is like…

Chevrolet. . . .the heart beat of America

God is like…

Maxwell House…

Good to the very last drop

God is like…

B o u n t y

He is the quicker picker upper. . Can handle the tough jobs. ..

And He won't fall apart on you

Upon reading these, I thought of Matthew 19:14-15 where Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there.” I remembered in Matthew 18:3 He said, “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” And I prayed for you and me that we would see Him as clearly as the students in this fifth grade class did.

Friday, January 1, 2016

No longer "A Person Doing" I'm the "Human Being" God Created me 2 Be!

I spent the last 9 years writing. I’ve been mostly offline for 6 months due to Rotator Cuff Surgery on my right should and the physical therapy needed to regain my range of motion. During this time, I assessed my life. I realized working at home feed into my belief that when Naomi was sharing her story all else took a back seat. Most days, between writing, editing, and social networking, I was on the computer 9 to 10 hours unless it was Sunday. Most of the other times I was offline were because Ron & I had other ministry obligations since he’s a pastor & missionary. Looking back, I admit that my life – the full life I loved – including time aside from ministry with Ron, took a back seat.

Years ago, I shared what was happening with some author friends and discovered they were in the same situation. So, why did it bother me now when it hadn’t before? My answer may shock those who’ve been called by God to write, as I was, and love it as I do.

God showed me that I’d became ‘A Person Doing’, rather than the ‘Human Being’ He created me to be. Writers who are passionate about their calling, as I am, can, as I did fall into the, “This is the most important thing I do,” mindset. If you begin to think like this you can become so focused on what you’re writing that you may not realize you’re surrendering your life to your characters.

God didn’t intend for this to happen. Yet, passionate believers don’t realize what their stepping away from. So, today I’m sharing My 2016 To Do List of Deletions & Additions & hope that reading it will help you chose to organize your life so it continues to be as it was before God called you to write for Him.

You'll notice that the first three items on my ‘To Do List’, set up time limits. Adhering to them will give me the time needed to do the other things on my list. Aware that changing isn't easy, I printed out and posted this list where I’ll see it to remind myself that I want to live a full life – the life God created me to experience.

My 2016 To Do List of Deletions & Additions

1. 2 to 3 hours writing or editing daily

2. 1 hour Facebook daily

3. 1 hour Twitter daily

4. Cook with or for Ron

5. Go one walks with Ron

6. Learn to do visitations

7. Join Choir

I believe God will bless my writing in ways I cannot imagine because I honored Him by choosing to be the 'Human Being' He created me to be! For Deuteronomy 6:5 says we are to Love the Lord with all our heat with all our soul and with all our strength. Thus putting our characters desire to share their story into its proper place, as well as our desire to let others know where they can find the work God called us to, allows us to honor & love God fully, without distraction.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Got a #Kindle 4 Christmas? Fill it with #99Cent #Inspirational #Romantic #Family #Faith #Fictions!

The wife of Messianic field missionary, Ron Michelson, I love returning to churches where he preached. While chatting with friends we'd made, I often heard that they hadn't share the blessing Ron brings when he connects the dots between the Old and New Testaments because they feared losing their friends.

While praying about this God reminded me that a Messianic publisher friend of mine wanted to publish my work. With the leading of the Ruach HaKodesh (Holy Spirit), we meet. Afterward, I began to write praying that readers would love and gift these Messianic books to their friends ~ whether they believed or not. Some did, most did not. However, the goal God impressed upon my heart then is as firm as it was when I began this work ~ that I show the reader Jewish people who experience need, fear, repentance, faith, slips, God's grace & His forever forgiveness ~ the gift we all are blessed to receive when we believe in His son ~ Messiah Yeshua ~ Jesus Christ!

If you got a Kindle 4 Christmas, I hope you'll fill it with my three Inspirational Romantic Family Faith Fictions women enjoyed when they read the story Naomi told me.

And if your friends were given a Kindle 4 Hanukkah, Christmas, or any other gifting time, I hope you'll ask if they's like to read the story Naomi told me. A story of fear, the unfulfilled promise of love, betrayal, sorrow, joy, and a faith that overcame all of this to receive the blessing of the love that denied her. http://amzn.to/1IoUSMY

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In this first book of Naomi’s faith journey we see what happens when we deny who we are and what we believe to achieve our dreams. Bound by secrets, trapped by choices, Naomi is about to discover that life is not what you plan but what happens.

Naomi journeys from adolescence to womanhood, from frightened isolation and captivity to the noble status of heiress. Trapped in a life where all who know her think her a saint, saddled with a mission and responsibilities, Naomi agrees to marry to sidestep more issues and the couples tangled web escalates for neither are what they seem to be.

As a Jew, Naomi knows the promise of Genesis 12:3 by heart and often repeats “I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.” When she hears Isaiah 53:5 “But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed,” will she believe?

EDITORIAL REVIEW: “A faith based read about love, life and forgiveness there are things we are commissioned to do in our Christian walk, but life choices can make these things seem to be pushed far back and our fleshy desires forefront.” — Reviews by SweetReadz Mag

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In this second of the six faith stories, we see a bride in flight rather than deal with the fall out of revealed secrets. Now Naomi has nothing and no one. But God is about to gift her everything if, finding herself embraced by people who care, she discovers the ‘Lover of her Soul’.

Will Naomi’s friendship with a ‘Titus 2 Woman’ and the blessings found at ‘Blessings Rock’ bring her to Christ? Can a husband who refuses to forgive his wife handle what he discovers when visiting his family? Is there is more between Chaz and Naomi than their unfulfilled longing?

Upon hearing Genesis 12:3 “I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you,” quoted by his family for the first time after his hidden reality is revealed, will God show Chaz what is true?

When Elí tells Chaz, “No, I am perfectly sane. It is the world that is crazy because they do not realize the one who died for our sins was the Messiah of Israel—the Jewish Savior!” will the words break though Chaz’s unbelief or can finding a dreidel at his uncles archaeological dig help Chaz become the man God created him to be?

EDITORIAL REVIEW: “A fascinating layered read, the tension between characters leaves you breathless in anticipation. I admit I had to cheat a little and check to make sure there was a happily ever after! Never fear! There is! The plot twists, turns and carries you all the way to the end hoping Chaz and Naomi find each other again! For those looking for a great book... pick it up!” - Kitty Muse Book Reviews

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In book three of Naomi and Chaz’s faith journey, after a month of individual soul searching and finally believing in Messiah the newlyweds wed again.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 ‘There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” During this season of revelations the couple discovers each other’s secrets and now with a marriage built upon faith in their Savior there are challenges for Chaz is an internationally known and sought after philanthropist, and Naomi the Las Niña’s Tía has committed her life to rescuing teenage girls from immigration.

Will Naomi learn to trust Chaz? Ephesians 5:22 “Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord.”

Will Chaz love and protect his wife? Ephesians 5:25 “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.”

EDITORIAL REVIEW: “A heroine learning to love the man she needs and a hero in love with a woman whose duty is tearing her apart. Together they find the strength to face their fears with love built upon an unshakable faith. Author Paula Rose Michelson captures the complexities of human emotion like few authors I've read. Passion, duty, fear, revenge, courage, prejudice and love are woven into this truly gripping story which so well illustrates that which makes us human.” - William Struse

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

The Candy Cane Lane Caper

Every year for as long as I could remember, my husband and I would wait until it was dark and have our daughters, Danae and Cheryl put on their warmest clothes and jackets. We’d grab some warm blankets as we scurried out to the car with a thermos of warm coco and a feeling of Christmas cheer. We’d turn on the radio and listen to Christmas music as we drove to Candy Cane Lane. During any other time of the year, we’d never have been able to find the place. For you see, Candy Cane Lane, just like Christmas itself magically appears then disappears every year. Just as everyone knows Santa Clause lives in the North Pole, Candy Cane Lane with its myriad of lights and festive regalia appeared and disappeared yearly like Brigadoon to remind us that who we are and what we do for others matters more than what we get. However, that certainly didn’t seem to be the case on that one Christmas so long ago. But I’m getting ahead of myself. So let’s begin at the beginning since that’s where any good story begins.

I remember it as if it were yesterday although looking back now and counting the years it was a long time ago. Nye onto thirty years or more if my memory serves me…Yep, I think that’s about right because my kids were still little. It was Thanksgiving - one of those rare holidays where we’d eaten early, cleaned up, and everyone who’d come, including grandma and grandpa left just as is was getting dark. So my hubby Ron and I looked at each other, and smiled as he nodded towards the coat closet. Knowing what he meant, I hurried into the kitchen to make some coco.

Thermos tucked into my carryall, Ron hollered, “Girls put on your warmest clothes.”

As if on que, they joyfully shouted, “Hurray! We’re going to Candy Cane Lane.” They rushed off and Ron forged in our linen closet to find our warmest blankets. A few minutes later, we smiled at each other as we all gathered in the vestibule. With a nod and a wink reminiscent of old Saint Nick, Ron opened the front door and we ran to the car, faces aglow. He joined us and backed the car out of the driveway, while I turned on the radio and heard Andy Williams singing,

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Ev'rywhere you go;
Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow.

Before we knew it, we were singing along. Now to an onlooker this might have seemed odd since we didn’t know Messiah yet, so let me share that as far as we were concerned, having Holiday Cheer in our heart had nothing to do with what faith you practiced. It had everything to do with wishing for peace on earth and extending good will towards men…and women. And as far as Candy Cane Lane or even Christmas itself was concerned, everyone who knew me and mine knew were we always ready for a party of any sort…so off to Candy Cane Lane we went.

While Ron drove into the night, we reminisced about all the years we had visited the Lane. We remembered the year we’d seen carolers dressed as if they were characters from a Dickens novel singing Christmas songs as they walked the 12 blocks that made up the Lane. Grouped in two’s - the women carried baskets filled with muffins - the men had thermoses filled with hot apple cider. Ron had pulled over, so we could hop out, get a muffin, some cider and get back into the car much to the consternation of those in the cars behind us that let us know what we’d done caused the traffic through the lane to back up more than it usually did. That didn’t bother us because we knew the ride through the Lane was all about making memories. We loved the fact that a drive, which should take five or ten minutes took at least an hour. While Ron waved those in a hurry on, Cheryl reminisced about the first time she’d seen the giant Snoopy rotating in time to Christmas carols. Danae spoke about how lovely each family had decorated their tree and wondered if their choices reflected the people within the homes. We talked about what it would be like to live on these streets while we oohed and awed as we pointed to each home amid giggles of joy mingled with music as the Lane’s magic wove its way into our hearts leaving another year of memories to treasure.

We’d learned that with each passing generation the people who lived on Candy Cane Lane sold their homes to their children, relatives or dear friends who promised to keep this tradition going. Knowing this brought me a sense of community and a feeling that as difficult as things could get - for one brief moment - everyone really did want to bless each other. And as we inched our way along in a sea of cars which seldom moved more than a foot or two while gawking at the beautiful, amazing, religious, funny, outlandish - and at times thought provoking decorations - I believed everyone felt what I did.

Some believe all good things must end. I don’t, and I discovered my family didn’t the next night when we turned on the news and discovered that vandals had defaced Candy Cane Lane and ruined the decorations leaving the owners forlorn. That’s right – this bastion of cherished values, of joyful memories - a place where children could experience the wonder of people going out of their way to bless their community and others who made the yearly trek sometimes pulling over in their car to catch a few winks before they hurried on - had vanished. Where once the song “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas” was heard, now on the news the faces of homeowners who’d remind behind the scenes were lined with concern as they bemoaned the passing of the legacy they’d pledged to continue.

As the reporter interviewed one of the owners, I saw him standing in front of his home where, just the night before, we’d heard, “Have a holly, jolly Christmas,” being played while a child size coo-choo train chugged between presents wrapped in red and green, which were as large as a side table or larger, and my kids wondered if there really were presents inside them. Whether there were present in those boxes or not, it didn’t matter - what mattered now was that someone needed to do something or Candy Cane Lane would vanish into the ether as surly as Brigadoon did. However, unlike that fabled town, if these beloved yuletide streets vanished they would never appear again.

Each of us wanted to do something. We each knew without saying anything that whatever we did would have to gain media attention and be done anonymously. Just as these homeowners had gifted our community, we would bestow an affirmation upon them. A very tall order because how could a family of four gift blocks of people and do it in a way that would be news worthy? We didn’t know. And being Jewish we didn’t have anything in our home that gave us an idea. So we drove to our local five and dime, scurried up and down the isles in search of an idea, and ended up in the art supplies isle all smiles, for above us hung a Christmas display, at eye level were the supplies needed to make what we saw. Danae got a cart and we packed it full. Of course we weren’t going to make a replica of their display! In fact we weren’t sure what we were going to do.

Returning home, we dumped the bags of supplies onto our kitchen table and reviewed what we had. Glue - check, poster board - check, markers - check, extra red and green markers – check, and check. Red and green ribbon - check…and the list went on. We’d bought out the section which meant we’d be eating allot of noodles with guess what…noodles as the side dish. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was the realization that we didn’t have a clue about what to make that would overshadow all the vandals had done, but we had to have the project done and place on Candy Cane Lane before daybreak.

Ron and I voiced idea after idea. None worked. Time ticked by. It was way past the kid’s bedtime and they were yawning. “It’s getting late and you guys have school tomorrow,” I said.

I’ll never know if it was the idea of leaving the project undone or the fact that their hearts hurt for the homeowners, but at that moment that the girls suggested, “How about if we tell them we love them.” Amid smiles, Ron and I nodded.

Turing on the news the next night, we saw the same reporter interviewing the same homeowner. This time the man’s sorrow had turned to joy! In fact, all the homeowners were smiling because someone had hung or tapped poster boards with, “We Love You Candy Cane Lane!” As the camera scanned the street, we saw that their sadness had turned to joy because our posters proclaimed what we and generations before us felt - love for those who’d gone out of their way to make our holiday special with their gift made them smile.
Today my kids have kids of their own and Danae, my eldest daughter, lives a few miles from where we did. Each year she and her husband bundle their kids up and take them to Candy Cane Lane. I’ve never asked her or Cheryl if they remember the time Candy Cane Lane almost vanished, because knowing Messiah as I do now, I know Christmas isn’t about the gifts we give each other, but about the gift God gave the world on the day Christ was born to fulfill what was written by the prophet Isaiah 9:6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulders: and his shall be called Wonderful Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Heart Gifts Bind us Together in LOVE as 'Cheryl’s Memory Album' Did!

Christmas is my favorite time of year! Perhaps it is because I grew up without Christmas that I feel that way. Or, it might just be, because for one brief moment, everyone seems to care for each other, even if they had a fight the week before. It is a time for parties, shopping, and hoping that you will get that one gift you really, really want. You know the one you never told anyone about, not even Santa. I love Christmas so much that I begin my shopping way before the Halloween decorations go up. Long before most mom’s, and kids are considering whether they should go trick or treating, or attend something that is safer, and affirms their values, I have bought my gifts, wrapped them, and decked our house in festive regalia.

Doing these things early in the fall allows me to savor the selection of each present. First, I think about the recipient; who they are, and what they mean to me. Then, I remember all the special times we have shared together. Times of walks along the horse trial by our house with our basest hound Barney running ahead of us as our feet kick up the debris of old leaves. Times of special teas shared near a cozy fire by the seashore. Times of playing blackout scrabble in the living room as the smell of a roast in the crock-pot enfolds us in the aroma of love. Times of reflection, introspection, joy, and laughter, which trips lightly through the moment, and creates bonds of friendship. I think of all of this as I search for that perfect declaration of affection for each holiday recipient.

I want those receiving gifts on this special day to know that they are treasured. I try to choose each gift to reflect the personality of the receiver. Many times, I have stood in front to a lovely display of merchandise and walked away with nothing. For having pondered what each gift might convey, I found a slight discord and chose to continue my search. As you can tell, choosing a memento of love for each special person on my list is a defining act for me. This act says I see who you are. I love and treasure you! You are dear to me!

Therefore, you can understand that is was with a deep sense of frustration that I looked at the few dollars I had to spend on that Christmas twenty-four years ago and wandered the isles in search of that elusive perfect present. A present of recognition, which each family member and friend would receive as an affirmation of their unique personhood. For my niece who wanted to become an author I could envision a portable writing tabletop complete with attached pillow on the bottom. For my daughter Cheryl, I thought of a lovely handmade fall outfit, something seasonally appropriate for our first winter in the cold climate of northern California. For my husband a round of golf, which he loved, but would never do for himself. Now you may wonder why my older daughter Danae was not on my list. Simple, since she had chosen to use her plane ticket to visit during Thanksgiving and would arrive soon, I did not need to worry about a gift for her. However, what had seemed finically easy when we purchased Danae’s ticket was now tantamount to an extravagance and knowing that made my predicament about Cheryl’s gift worse.

Alas, what was the use of wishing? I needed to flex skills long dormant and resurrect my ability to create something wonderful out of very little. I had done this before – years ago – been inspired to make gifts. I can do it again, I told myself. I set my sights on projects I could accomplish while my family was away at their daily pursuits. I was grateful that my husband needed to go to his office daily. I wanted to surprise him with my ingenuity and creativeness. As I worked I prayed that the results would be worthy of those I hoped to give the surprises to. After all, a woman in her forties needs to be able to show some small skill in her work given as a gift. Little by little, these small tokens of love began to take substance. Perhaps it was the prayers I silently sent to heaven, or the blessings I prayed for the recipient of the individual presents because each item turned out well. The gifts completed, I wrapped them and set them out as festive décor as I always did. Even as my eye traveled appraisingly over them, I knew I was not done – there was no gift for Cheryl.

It was almost Thanksgiving, and I still needed to select a gift project for my fourteen year old. Yet as I wandered the isles, I secretly admitted, Stumped…that is what I am stumped! At fourteen, a girl needs frivolous things, feminine things. My daughter needed nurturing and encouraged as she stood on the threshold of young womanhood. Yet, as much as I searched, I found no gift that could meet this need in any craft store, or catalogue. Christmas was hastening. The air had already tuned crisp. Leaves had long ago become those reddish burnt offerings to the last days of Indian summer and my time was running out.

One day Cheryl and I were sitting on the couch together sharing fond memories while we thumbed through the family scrapbook. As I watched and listened, I became aware of her need to feel more connected to us. Yes, she was reaching out to the world - becoming more than a child. For her to do this successfully she needed to have her personhood strongly and firmly established and supported in our family. She needed what my husband and I always refer to as a stake in the ground. A place of firm footing from which she could venture out and then return for sustenance and reassurance. We tried to give her that daily as she grew. But I could sense that she needed something more, something special. I had her pictorial history in my hands when I realized that I could give her photos of our family’s affirmation of her. It would be a challenge, and a lot of work, but she was worth it. I began at once, praying once again that it would be all that I hoped it would be and that she would be pleased.

The next day, I drove Cheryl to school and said goodbye with a special lilt in my voice. I am certain she never noticed the twinkle that shown through my otherwise usual mourning rituals. But I did! As I drove back home I began to visualize the scope, and breath of the work ahead of me. It seemed an overwhelming project to undertake, for Christmas was fast approaching. However, everything else that I need to do for the holiday was finished. And I must admit I was glad it had worked that way since I knew this project would take all the time I had and most likely many hours I would steel from some other pursuit. However, nothing mattered more to me than the love I would lavish on this gift and my prayer that when my daughter held it she would feel my love through her fingertips and my joy at her being my daughter when her eyes caressed each picture.

When I arrived home, I lit the logs in the fireplace, made a cup of tea, and began to sort the pictures for Cheryl’s Memory Book. Soon pictures of Cheryl were everywhere. I grouped them by age. There were many that I believed she had never seen before since I had put them in an old pillowcase before we moved and forgotten all about them until now. As I looked at each one-I saw pictures of bygone times, of life well lived. Each one held a precious memory - memories of the beach and hugs, our trip to Washington D.C. and confidences, whack attacks and family laughter - family past and present, and friends, the stuff of life. Page by page her book took shape and as they did, I felt I was giving my daughter a wonderful present - her own history. A gift, which I felt spoke loud, and clear of fourteen years of encouragement, and our love for her.

I hoped that my hours spent on this project would tell her that she was of great value to her dad, and me. The project complete my husband wrote her a beautiful letter and placed it in the front of her book. I wrapped this treasure of her precious memories and placed with the other gifts. Would she like it, or would she think it silly?

We did not need to wait long since Christmas was the next morning. I watched her unwrap her present and saw her hug it to herself. I was not disappointed. I could tell that she loved her book. My husband and I exchanged winks. It was only as the day moved on that we noticed with growing wonder how she shared her book with others as her primary gift of the season, embellishing on it so that it seemed to us that the listener began to desire their own memory album.

Today Cheryl is all grown up and has a family of her own. However, even as busy as she has become she has continued to build upon that gift we gave her so long ago. As our parents and other members of the family passed on, she has taken their pictures off their wall or from their albums, written their stories, and made a place for them in her heart and in her home. Yes, memories are the moments of our life. Without them, we pass away unnoticed and perhaps forgotten. How lucky for us that the one Christmas our funds were so low became for our daughter and our family a legacy of love and treasured memories persevered by the keeper of them all, our daughter Cheryl.