Summer of 73

It had to be in the summer of 73 or 74 when my new husband and I ventured into a lifetime trip in our little cream colored Toyota Corolla, 5-speed.  Deciding to do Florida in mid summer wasn’t exactly the wisest choice with the intense heat to deal with and not having any air conditioning in the car.  Daaahhhh@  Young and silly.  Capable of withstanding just about anything at that age, still be as invincible as we were in our teen years.  (At least Ken and I were).

I remember seeing dilapidated, decrepit shacks of homes located off to the sides of the principal highway and seeing a pink Cadillac crusing along with a big smiley man driving with a big, fat stogie in his mouth and his equally big beautiful woman riding next to him.

So when I saw how poorly the people lived who actually inhabited those shacks with missing windows and no paint, front porch falling apart with two rocking chairs on it.  I felt a bit like I was at the movies.  It was one of the first life lessons I was witness to that taught me of how different people are in the land I lived in.  Maybe not in the northern woods of Minnesota but in many other parts of the country for sure.   Moving right along, seeing Florida’s terrain as entering the north-western pan-handle looked nothing like what I expected beautiful Florida to look like.

Within an hour of entering the state, the common afternoon shower descended upon us like hail from the skies.  I had never been witness to such hard and heavy rains.  Torrential is what they called it and still do.  With “Bread” blasting on the 8-track player in the Toyota, we ended up  pulling off to the side of the road and helped ourselves to a rain shower in mid summer with short shorts and a tank top on.

We sudzed up our hair a bit, washing our faces and let the rain rinse us off.  It rained that hard for that long, we were able to get good and clean.  I don’t totally recall how long we laughed along that side of the road, but it was a good long time.  Once the rains let up enough and we were void of nasty sweat, we carried on until reaching Panama City along the coastline.  Now, I  was in heaven.  Now, I saw the beauty of the beaches, palm trees, sand dunes, city lights at night fogged in by the 150% humidity it must have been.  We were literally in the clouds it seemed.

This was my first venture to any oceanic beach in the USA and coming from freezing cold Minnesota, the sheer joy of jumping into that salt water, boyant as an inflated toy, water as warm as bath water in MN and oceanic ships and boat slips, marinas all along the waterways.  It was fantastic and I knew life here would be grand.

It was for about six months.  We found jobs and an apartment in St. Pete Beach.  Ken did marine construction and I worked in the escrow department of a large bank with fourth floor views from windows that were glass from floor to ceiling.

Life was great in Florida until I developed kidney stones.  (now I know I was de-hydrated to the max.)  But after numerous trips to the ER and losing my job from missing so much work we made our way back to MN to remain for another few years.  All said and done we remained in Minnesota  until 1978 when Ken was killed in an auto accident and left behind were myself and our two young daughters, Mel and Tel.  This is when I first begin reaching out to God but it would be many years before I would find Him as a born again Christian.

Life throws us many ups and downs, the downs certainly not easy to withstand.  But one thing I have learned from dealing with the BIG downs in life, is that once you have overcome the pain of it, be it a month or five years, you usually come out of it a wiser and better person, no worse for the wear.

There were more catastrophic events that took place in my life over the years and we will go there one day.  Only to be able to explain to you in depth how and why we need to experience the tough times in life to grow.  When God wants us to NEED Him, He means it.  And the sooner we learn how to take His hand and give our lives to Him, the better off we are.  I wouldn’t trade my Christian life now for anything else in the world.  Let’s chat again later.  Do you have a story to share with us that brought you to God?  If so, please share it.

Humbly content!  Brenda


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On Air Radio author Interview

I just finished listening to my third radio author interview for my book, “Courage Times Three. A Novel.”  It was a good interview except for the fact that my voice was so raspy.  Grrrr!  Now I must get some writing done on the new novel and soon I will be reviewing my book cover being made as we type.  God is so awesome.  When I wasn’t sure if I wanted to proceed with another Christian book or make this new one more of a romance novel, He jumped right in there and sent this other author to me, who only will be making covers for Christian fiction or non-fiction stories.  I couldn’t pass up God’s nudging.   I love it! 

Questioning your own faith!



Is there really a God?

Is there really a God?

Johnny Long

I know of VERY FEW Christians who haven’t at one time or another questioned their own faith (something, by the way, we are told to do, at least occasionally, at II Cor. 13:5). I find it, therefore, encouraging when I consider the following:
“It is a great comfort to true believers, that Jesus Christ knows their faith, and is well pleased with it. Though it be weak, though others do not discern it, though they themselves are ready to question it, it is known to Him.”~~Matthew Henry
In other words: once you are saved, you belong to the Savior–NOT to the “others who are also saved.” There are those of us who have sometimes thought (and do think) it strange that our other brothers- and sisters-in-Christ would have a hard time believing us to be one “OF” them. Maybe–if we’re NOT–it’s beca…use we just might not WANT to be. Consider one other thing:
“…The walk with Jesus Christ outside the camp of man-made religion is thrilling indeed–yea, a spiritual romance without equal. It is a walk wherein we share Christ’s loneliness, His persecution, His being misunderstood, and yet above all we share His exuberant joy and affection.”–Jack W. Langford
There’s no way the truth of this statement can be said any plainer. It is also the only way I know of that anyone can ever find out for themselves that even though there is strength in numbers, the highest number that exists is “Jesus + 1”, if YOU are the “1”. If Jesus has called you forth unto Himself, “without the camp” (Heb. 13:13) it’s not without a purpose (Rom. 8:28). And it surely has SOMETHING to do with HIS Israel (Num. 16:9)–NOT the country at the eastern end of the Mediterranean, but the Israel of God (Gal. 6:16).

O You of Little Faith

No matter how difficult it can prove to be, sometimes we

have to tell ourselves that we are somebody all of the time.

Somebody who loves, endures, cries and hopes.

Believe in the Truth, the Life, and the Way.

Jesus will

do the rest for you!

 CFS is a temporary disease. We will be

free from it

again one day. Say that to yourself each morning.

And when you place both feet unto the floor when

getting out of bed, remember, Satan is saying

“Oh no,

he/she is awake again!”

 Sending warm hugs to all of you hurting out there…….


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