Author: Amanda Tero

Music has always been a part of Amanda Tero’s life–from her mom singing Steve Green specials to her dad honking out the rhythm of “Jingle Bells” in the driveway. She began teaching in 2007 and fell in love with sharing music. Amanda started arranging hymns for herself in her teens, with fast and furious advanced hymn settings. Then, as her students began requesting hymns at their levels, she branched out to hymn arranging for pedagogical reasons. Because of Amanda’s interest in various genres, in her shop, you will find hymn arrangements of various levels embracing classical elements, light jazz style, Southern Gospel flair, and more.

When God Moves Through Prayer – guest post by Yaasha Moriah

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By Yaasha Moriah

I work at a pregnancy center that reaches out to women who face unexpected pregnancies, and one of the first lessons I learned there was the power of prayer.

The center started with prayer. In 2005, supporters in northern Vermont recognized the need for a branch in my home area, and began to pray for a new center. Five years later, in 2010, the new center came into being. When the center received a phone number, we recognized it as a reminder that the Lord had heard our prayers, for the number included the number 2005—the exact year that our prayers began.

Many people worked hard to let the community know about the new center, but, as we all know, it takes time for the word to get around. There were many days, then weeks, then months, when no clients came. But it wasn’t wasted time. Why? Because we prayed.

There were only two of us in the beginning, and we prayed every time we came to the center, before the day’s work began. We began with short prayers—five or ten minutes—but soon we found ourselves praying for hours. We prayed for spiritual fruit and a lively ministry, we prayed for each other and our families, we prayed for our community and our nation. It seemed that we never ran out of things to pray for, or for reasons to praise God.

And we saw change. First of all, God changed us, through our persistent prayer. This was important, because when He began to bring the clients, we had been refined and strengthened to be the support that our clients needed.

I remember that I began to pray specifically for two kinds of clients: the woman who was considering abortion, and the woman who wanted to live purely, but didn’t think it was possible. Months later, the first kind of client walked in the door. We spent two hours talking over her pregnancy options and, by the time she left, she knew the risks of abortion and her child’s stage of development. I praised God that I had been there for that moment of her need.

But the moment my new friend walked out the door, another young woman arrived. In the next hour, she and I discussed the reality that she was worth waiting for, and that the right man was also worth waiting for. By the time that crazy day was over, I was in awe of my amazing Father and the way He answers prayer!

Today, the life of the center is very different and active, especially since we now offer ultrasound services! Even though it is quite busy, we still pray. We pray for our clients, for their children, for their spouses or boyfriends, for the deep spiritual need of our community, for our own need for God’s grace and sufficiency in our lives, and for God to be glorified above all. We also have much to be thankful for, which we pour out in praise to Him. We’ve seen prayers answered in BIG and marvelous ways!

Sometimes the specific requests we have go unanswered for a long time. That doesn’t stop us from praying again. We have learned over and over that God truly cares for our needs and desires, and He answers when the timing is right.

Sometimes we think of prayer as Plan B. “Well, if that doesn’t work, I’ll try prayer,” or, “Well, if we can’t think of anything else to do, we should pray.” But prayer should be our priority. God moves through prayer, and responds to His people.



I am so thankful that we did not stop praying because of discouragement or the seeming delay in God’s response. We would have missed so much if we had given up! We did not grow weary in well doing, and God answered—and is still answering—in amazing and mighty ways!

A Little about Yaasha
Yaasha Moriah considers herself an apprentice to the Master Writer, whose amazing story, woven through all of history, inspires the stories that she writes today. She is the author of READY FOR HIM TODAY, a book for single Christian women about faith, purity, relationships, and readiness; and of two speculative fiction titles (REFLECTIONS and IMMERSION). When she is not chained to her laptop, she is loving her life as a sister to her five best friends, a daughter to her two wise parents, and an aunt to an adorable little girl. She intends to continue writing until her own story has reached its last page.

Turkey Creek

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Last week, a couple of my sisters and I went out to a local park, Turkey Creek, to scout it out for some Spring family photoshoots. I was very delighted with what I found. I, of course, was immediately attracted to the water (after all, the camp surrounds a lake). The bridges, water, docks, water, sand, water, nature walks, water, and amazingly open field gives plenty of space for a fun photoshoot! (oh, and not to forget the water!! Did I mention that I love water?!)
First, my personal pick (sorry, sisters, the ol’ rusty boat got dibs over y’all — I should feel guilty)…
And my second pick (I should feel really guilty…)
Had fun experimenting with the crop! 🙂
And yes, both favorite picks have…water!!!

I found it! 🙂 Being the day before Easter, I guess someone had a little egg-hunt and this one got left (no, I don’t do “Easter egg hunts” but couldn’t resist the picture)

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“The voice of the Lord is upon the waters: the God of glory thundereth: the Lord is upon many waters.” Psalm 29:3

Shadows of the Past (2 of 3)

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By Amanda Tero (Written in 2005, age fourteen)

This was my first short story, written as a school assignment (after I post all three parts, I’ll share my original “Afterword” which explains a little more). It was fun to read again after all of these years. I can detect some immaturity of my thought-process at fourteen but the story was fun to read nonetheless.

Read Part One HERE

Part Two
Our footsteps echoed and re-echoed on the aged mill floor. The dusty mill seemed dejected. It made me shudder slightly.
“Look in here.” Carla whispered softly, pointing to a large door that was slightly ajar.
I passed her up slowly and swung the door open, wondering what we might find. Suddenly, I was looking straight into the face of the strange girl. We stood still, staring at each other. Her brown eyes didn’t move, but her blonde curls quivered a little. I studied her tall figure, not speaking a word. It seemed as if I had just come face to face with a girl my age from one hundred years ago. Her white dress was simple, yet considerably pretty. It flowed delicately down to her high-buttoned white boots.
Then, before I could think, the girl turned and sprinted out of the window. I climbed after her quickly without any consideration. My foot jerked to the side and twisted as I landed on a narrow board. Gasping at the sharp pain, I looked up. The girl was just ahead of me, using a thick rope to climb up the mildewed wall.
I clenched my jaw and hobbled down the soaked board. Suddenly, I felt it slipping into the water.
“No!” I groaned, thrashing my arms wildly. Someone grabbed my wrist and I looked up to see Carla. She was hanging halfway out the window, trying to keep me from slipping into the water that now seemed dark and deadly.
“What to do? Please.” She begged; her large brown eyes looked frightened.
I glanced helplessly at where the girl was climbing. She had just reached the top window.
“Help me in, Carla.” I gasped, trying to grab the brick windowsill with my free arm. My fingers finally found a brick to hold onto. “Hurry.” I begged, my voice fading.
Time seemed to drag as I worked to get back to the window. My fingers felt cold and clammy and my head ached from the tension.
“Lord, help me to get out of this mess.” I prayed silently, holding my breath. Then, with one last try, I was climbing on the windowsill.
“Oh, Sal.” Carla whispered, giving me a hug. “Why did you follow that girl?”
“The girl! Carla, we’ve got to catch her! She went through the upstairs window. Lead the way.” I begged.
Carla looked at me as if she didn’t know whether to listen or not.
“Well then,” I took a deep breath and carefully stepped off the windowsill. “I’ll take lead.” I limped a little as I went out of the small room.
“Why Sal? Why do you want to know who she is?” Carla asked quietly as she followed me up the creaky wooden steps.
“Because I do. She’s strange and I won’t be able to rest until I find out.” I stated, turning a little to look at Carla. “You may stay here if you’d like.” I added as we neared the end of the steps.
Carla shook her head slowly then quickened her pace. Together we pushed the door open. The upstairs seemed empty enough, with only a few old boxes here and there. To our left was a door that was closed securely.
“In there?” Carla asked, pointing to the door.
“Maybe.” I stated, though I doubted it.
Carla shrugged and opened the door. By the look on her face, I knew something was there. I hurried to where she was and peered over her shoulder then gasped. In front of me stood rows of cabins and other buildings that were from the past.

I-is this like a time machine? I thought wildly, but I surely didn’t believe in time machines either. What is going on? I wondered.

. . . Come back next week for the final part!

Word Wednesday #50

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“Who is wise, and he shall understand these things? prudent, and he shall know them? for the ways of the Lord are right, and the just shall walk in them: but the transgressors shall fall therein.” Hosea 14:9



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Psalm 119:1-4

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Last year, the Lord allowed me to study through Psalm 119. I love the longest chapter in God’s Word and learned so much through it! One of my friends encouraged me to share it on my blog, so in the next few months, I’ll be posting some of the gleanings that God gave me in this chapter!

Psalm 119:1-4 
 (1)  Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the LORD.
We are all walking in a way, but which way it is?
Does God’s law guide my every step? Many people think that it is only bondage to walk in God’s Word – but according to Psalm 119:1, we will be blessed (happy) when we uprightly walk in God’s law.
(2)  Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart.
To find true happiness, we must keep God’s testimonies and seek Him – not partially or some of the time, but with all of our being, all of the time.
(3)  They also do no iniquity: they walk in his ways.
There is a close connection between walking in God’s ways and not doing iniquity. It is impossible to walk in God’s ways and do evil. Either we are walking in God’s ways and doing good or we are not walking in God’s ways and doing evil. Proverbs 2:13 reminds us, “Who leave the paths of uprightness, to walk in the ways of darkness;” We must leave the path of uprightness to walk in darkness.
(4)  Thou hast commanded us to keep thy precepts diligently.
This is not just a suggestion – it is a direct command from God: if we are His, then we are to keep His precepts. We are not to loosely hold them, but to keep them diligently (gives the idea of immediately, completely).
(1)  Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the LORD.
(2)  Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart.
(3)  They also do no iniquity: they walk in his ways.
(4)  Thou hast commanded us to keep thy precepts diligently.

What is my walk like? Does my walk line up with God’s law and His ways? The only way I know is if I am seeking Him and keeping His testimonies and precepts. I cannot do this by “happenstance” – I must be actively searching God’s Word so that I know what His ways are. If I don’t know His ways, how can I walk in them?

Our Father’s Heartbeat – guest post by Nicole Shepherd

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By Nicole Shepherd

Through the life of Jesus we see the breathing, bodily image of His Father’s heart. When the Word became flesh, man was given a stethoscope to know what moves, rejoices and grieves the spirit of God. So if we want to discover the crown of the Father’s affections, we must become students of the Son. What did He do? What rhythm pattern did He leave us to hear, feel and walk in step to Jehovah’s heartbeat?

Of the many things Jesus did, none are more vivid than His love for people – especially His disciples. For three years He knit these men to Him through the ties of daily life until He knew them not only as Creator, but as Friend. He ate, walked and spent nights listening to Galilee’s waves drum the shore rocks with them. Whether He was laughing with them or patiently forbearing their peevish moments He loved them enough to be inconvenienced by them every day.

Why did Jesus do this? Why would God Almighty put up with rough fishermen and zealous tempers until they were so familiar with His holy Presence to lean against His chest like brothers? Because He was molding men. Jesus was shaping the Son of Thunder into a tender teacher whose fatherly pleas to his “little children” would be imprinted on Scripture’s pages forever. He was converting the tax collector’s deceitful fingers into the hand that would pen the first Gospel. As God seeing into the future, Jesus knew His men needed a teacher they could see, hear and handle, if they were to teach others. And His model is not just for them – it’s for us! Just as Jesus discipled through involving the disciples in everything He did, so we are to disciple others in everything we do. And, like Jesus, we must start with those closest to us. It takes more Christ-like sacrifice and humility to stop during a hectic day to read a story to our five year old sister than to feed the 5,000 at the soup kitchen. Yes, those in the outer circle must be ministered to as well, but Jesus put priority on ministering to those close before the crowds. In fact, the crowds became the training ground where Jesus coached His followers. So it must be for us. Our influence is most powerful on the impressionable sister who is learning from us for better or worse. Each interrupted moment, each hour spent together and each opportunity we seize to disciple her will be recorded on the pages of her soul forever. Let’s not miss it! Our field of ministry must start with hearts burning to recruit our siblings, nieces, nephews and younger Christian sisters as laborers-in-training for God. Take their hand and together walk in time to the rhythm of our Father’s heart.      


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About Nicole:
There is no more beautiful way to live than as a disciple of Jesus on a small homestead nestled in the gorgeous Missouri Ozarks and Nicole Shepherd is very grateful to call such a life hers! A daughter, oldest sister to six and homeschool graduate, Nicole enjoys studying God’s Word, writing, British and American history, being an entrepreneur and long Sunday afternoon car rides with her family.

Shadows of the Past (1 of 3)

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By Amanda Tero (Written in 2005, age fourteen)

This was my first short story, written as a school assignment (after I post all three parts, I’ll share my original “Afterword” which explains a little more). It was fun to read again after all of these years. I can detect some immaturity of my thought-process at fourteen but the story was fun to read nonetheless.

Part One


Our annual family picnic had come once more, and we were all excited to get on the go. It seemed the ideal day, and we were all eager to find out where it was going to be this year. But as much as we prodded, Dad kept silent. Even my cousin, Carla, who was staying the summer at our house, was curious. Finally, the car stopped and Dad told us to start walking. He led the way.
We walked for what seemed hours then Dad finally stopped at a ravine in the woods. “This is it.” He stated as we all quietly overlooked the land that dipped in front of us.
Seventeen year-old Joseph looked up at Dad. “Isn’t there a–”
“Yes, I guess we’ll go there.” Dad interrupted quickly. “All right, just a little further.”
In a few moments, we were staring at an almost crystal-clear stream that gently rushed past an old, abandoned mill.
“Oh…” I couldn’t seem to take in all the beauty at once. Everything was so calm…so serene.
“Let’s unload.” Mom directed softly, handing Carla and I the yellow-checked blanket to spread on the ground.
“May we eat there?” Carla asked, pointing to a shady spot underneath a grove of oak trees.
“Yes, that is the perfect place. I don’t think I could’ve chosen a better place because, well, there is no better place than this one.” I stated as I scanned the area.
We shook out the blanket and cautiously spread it on the ground, being careful not to put it on any stumps or roots. Then, we helped Mom set the food out on the blanket.
“It looks so cheery.” Carla stated, staring at the plates of food on the yellow blanket.
“Yes,” I mused. “And out here, it is so…quiet and peaceful. There is no one to bother us.”
Out of the blue, Joel came whooping up to the picnic spot, very much like any eight year-old boy would do.
“Except for my brothers.” I added with a grin.
Soon, we were all seated on the ground and Dad said the blessing. Everyone got their food and began to quietly eat.
I took a small bite of my cheese sandwich and slowly began to chew. I looked out at the stream again and listened carefully. Yes, there it was. Somewhere close, water was rushing over high rocks. My mind flew to the words of Psalm 23:2 and 45:10. “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters…Be still, and know that I am God: …” I quoted to myself. It seemed that God’s presence was surely near.
I looked down at my dress thoughtfully. Not many girls today wear dresses. Mostly pants. Then my thoughts drifted once more to our picnic spot. I wonder if anyone else once sat here. Maybe the family from that mill ate here once—or maybe a family that was waiting for their meal to be ground, I wonder… I shivered. That would be interesting if I sat in the exact same spot as one of them. Maybe it was a girl my age…or maybe the baby. I smiled, satisfied with my thoughts, and, since I was finished eating, I got up and wandered across the stream.
“Don’t go far.” Mom advised.
“Yes ma’am.” I called as I went a little closer to the mill where I could think better. I wonder if one of the workers of the mill ever sat here to rest during their break. Or maybe to eat their lunch, or dinner, as they called it…I felt someone behind me and turned around. Carla stood there silently looking at the mill.
“I hope you don’t mind me here.” Carla said softly.
“Not at all. I was just thinking of how nice it is out here and—Carla!” I gasped and grabbed her arm suddenly. “Look!” I pointed towards the mill.
Suddenly, a girl in a long, flowing dress disappeared into the mill. Without a word, I slowly pressed closer to the mill.
Can she be someone from the olden days? No, I quickly dismissed the thought. I didn’t believe that someone could come back to life. But so few girls now wear dresses…especially like that. Who is she? How did she find her way to the mill? Could she have thought that the miller is still here, and is looking for him?
I bit my lip nervously as I swung the old mill’s creaky door open.

. . . Come back next week for part two! 🙂

Word Wednesday #49

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“And when He saw them, He said unto them, Go shew yourselves unto the priests. And it came to pass, that, as they went, they were cleansed.” Luke 17:14

When they obeyed, they were in the same state as before. However, while they were obeying, Jesus cleansed. So often we want to see change before we move. But maybe God is asking us to obey so He can change us.

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