Tag: Writing
Unwanted Houseguests
Author Interview | Sarah Holman
Sarah: Asking an author to pick a favorite among the stories they wrote is like asking a parent to pick a favorite child. Each book is dear for me for one reason or another. However, if I had to pick one, I would pick A Different Kind of Courage. It was so much fun combining my love of history and writing to create this book.~*~*~
Note: While I interview different authors on here, I have not read all of their material and cannot personally endorse what I have not read. 🙂
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Debt of Mercy
Title my Story . . .
“Sabina, you dawdler!” Impatience etched Gillota’s voice. “Mass is nigh over and Lord Raboc will not be kept waiting!”
“And what pleasure have I this visit?” Raboc’s polite query contrasted his earlier tone. Sabina slipped to the doorway.
Short Stories and Covers
I have been working on a few small projects for Christmas – namely, writing short stories for my three youngest sisters. I am very grateful for the Lord allowing me to complete them in good time to get them self-printed and ready for their gift bags! I also praise the Lord for the ideas that He gave me and also allowing me to see the completion of these projects. As I write, I realize how very much I must rely on God for the ideas, the flow of the story, the message He wants me to teach, and of course, the completion. Wow! He is so good!
Some of you may remember “Maggie’s Hope Chest” from a post a few months ago. This was the hardest cover to design, for some reason and I’m very thankful for the many friends who pitched in to give me advice and ideas. As you may remember, the story idea was one that I had several years ago but it wasn’t until this year that the Lord allowed me to complete it.

Last but not least, my baby sister is just learning how to read. After I had decided to write stories for my two almost-youngest sisters, I prayed about the possibility of writing one that my five-year-old sister could read for herself – and hopefully learn from. Again, the Lord gave me an idea.
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| Note: I may decide to replace the little girl on the cover if I get a picture I like better . . . |
I am praying about what the Lord would have me to do with the short stories I’ve written for my sisters. For now, however, if you would like to read them, send me an email at withajoyfulnoise(at)gmail(dot)com and I can get you a PDF.
At this point, critiques and feedback are most welcome!
What are some Christmas projects that you’ve been working on?
A Story to Share or Truth to Teach?
Maggie’s Hopechest (cover design)
It was Maggie’s teenage dream to acquire her very own hopechest. Surely now that the Lord provided one for her, He wouldn’t ask her to give up the collection she’s worked on for years – or would He?
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| Original |
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| Purple |
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| Pink |
As I looked at it, I began to wonder if the chest was what gave it that look, so I tried to lower the opacity on the chest:
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| Pink 02 |
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| Via freerangestock.com (use caution when looking!) |
If you would be so kind as to give your opinion and/or advice concerning my “cover play,” here are some questions I’m wondering:
– Does the cover look too masculine?
– Which cover gives the thought of a girl with her treasured possessions?
– Any overall suggestions?
And a random question on the topic:
– Do you have a hopechest? (no, I do not :))
Where Faith Grows
One day, everything was going smoothly: Daddy at work, the rest enjoying their winter break. But the next day changed everything. Edith struggles to accept the adjustments she has to make, feeling the sacrifice of each day. She has to choose whether she will resist the struggles and suffer or allow God to use these struggles in her life to grow her faith in Him.
“Yes, we must have faith the grain of a mustard seed,” Levi continued, “But where does our faith lie? ‘Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the Lord our God.'” Levi laughed lightly. “I guess in our case we could say, ‘Some trust in potatoes, and others in good crops.'” He glanced at Edith but she only replied with a faint smile. After a moment of silence, Levi sighed again. “Well, I’d best get a hoe to the field.” He thrust his hands in his pockets and sauntered off.
It’s not really that funny. She could not think of an argument or find fault with what Levi had said. Then, another Scripture verse came to mine: For we walk by faith, not by sight. By sight, she saw a potato crop that was not yet planted nor guaranteed to grow, her daddy who now did not know how long before he could return to work, doctor’s bills which were undoubtedly piling up every day Daddy’s hospital stay was lengthened, and certainty in nothing around her. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. By faith. What did she see by faith?

















