I will thank the Lord with all my heart as I meet with his godly people. How amazing are the deeds of the Lord! All who delight in him should ponder them. Psalm 111:1-2 NLT

Monday, March 20, 2017

What Can A Person do if Justice is Delayed?

What would a hot shot TV crime reporter do if her own sister was murdered? What if the convicted killer sat in jail with his execution date hovering over Reporter Andi Hollister's days?

Most of all, how would Andi react if a letter surfaced proving that the man was innocent?

Could anyone find a detective who would go far enough to find out the truth...and do it before the wrong person is executed!

My friend, Patricia Bradley, has written an excellent romantic suspense book with all these elements! Throw in some diamond smuggling, a murder, and the clock ticking on the possible innocent man's life, and you'll have a story that not only keeps you from putting it down, but also one that you'll think about long after you read it.

You can find a copy of Justice Delayed by Patricia Bradley at Amazon, Christianbook.com, and Barnes & Noble.

Let me know if you read it! We'd love to know what you think!

--by Teri Smith

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Southern Exposure

                                                                               Delores E. Topliff
Today I finish three months of great Southern living 860 miles south of Minnesota where when temperatures dropped to -26 northern Mississippi dipped to 23 above but rose to 71 in a few days.

I used to be amused by people who became snowbirds but find now I am one. It’s been a heartwarming and pain-free culture change. Mine has been better by having several good friends here whose many friends instantly become mine. Many things have made my first winter in southern climes truly enjoyable.

Here when you meet people for the first time instead of asking where you live or where you work, they ask, “Where do you go to church?” 

Some say this genteel town is like TV’s Mayberry, U.S.A. So far, I agree.

Southern warmth, hospitality, gentility, good manners, Christian spirit, and more are measurable here. My neighbors have brought cookies, quiche, and the best homemade pecan pie I’ve ever eaten—and teach me how to pronounce words with Southern flair. Even Walmart’s staff and clients are modestly dressed, well-behaved, and patient—far different from the frazzled super-centers I try not to frequent up north, especially after dark. In December, clerks and shoppers only said Merry Christmas, not Happy Holidays, and horns don't even honk in traffic.

This friendly neighborhood is blessedly quiet and peaceful. At night, the back windows of this home face the lovely stained glass windows of a Baptist Church two blocks away with its large white lit cross.

Though it’s not yet officially spring, warm temperatures already make daffodils, forsythia, gardenias, and all fruit trees burst open in beautiful colorful blooms. Here are pear blossoms from my back yard. The pollen count is high but songbirds are singing. I head back north today with wonderful memories to eagerly return come fall seeking more Southern exposure.

Who knows—in time I may even acquire a little genuine Southern drawl.