I thought I would share the beginning of the writing process for Caroline’s Purpose. This picture was taken three years ago today. It was an assignment for a class in my master’s degree program, and I was dealing with some serious writer’s block until I went outside and wrote in the barn with my horses. This was the first scene I wrote for the book, but it is actually in what is now Chapter 18. I very rarely write stories in order. I always start with the scenes or images or conversations that are the most vivid. The order comes together later.
Remember you can pre-order Caroline’s Purpose! Release date is January 5th, which is only three weeks away!
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Excerpt from Caroline’s Purpose
Today, I’m excited to share an excerpt from Caroline’s Purpose:
“With small steps, Caroline tiptoed away from Jasper’s stall, hoping for just a peek of Edison. He cowered in the back corner of his stall, pawing at the floor, his skin stretched taut over every rigid muscle in his body.
Caroline stopped three feet from the door. She peered over it on her tiptoes, seeing his grain bucket smashed against the wall, bent almost in half from the dent in the middle of it.
“Well, that wasn’t very smart, bud. What are you going to eat out of, now that you kicked your bucket?” Caroline muttered. Edison continued to paw.
Even under the patches of dirt and loose, dull hair, and the knots in his mane and tail, it was easy to see how beautiful he was. The copper red of his coat was highlighted by the blond of his mane. The angles of his haunches and shoulders were perfect, and his muscles showed off his athletic structure.
“No one here is going to hurt you. You have to know that by now.” Caroline took two steps closer to the stall. At the sound of her voice, Edison’s head snapped up and he froze, his eyes looking straight into hers.
Caroline’s breath caught in her throat. The connection she felt with him was so familiar. The pain and fear in his eyes reflected what she often felt herself. Without thinking, she closed the space between her and the door, reaching out and touching the top of it with her fingers…”
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About Caroline’s Purpose
The question I get asked the most is probably, “What is your book about?” I’ve always struggled to answer, but now, I can just share what’s written on the back cover:
“Caroline Davis, a sophomore in college, finds herself at a crossroads, suffocated by fear and anxiety. Everything she claimed to be or dreamed of becoming has been lost to her, including her faith in God.
When she meets Connor Taylor, Caroline finds that he is able to relate to her pain more than she would have thought possible.
With the help of Edison, an abused horse, Connor seeks to help Caroline learn to use her past as a stepping stone towards the future.
As her relationship with Connor grows, Caroline must make a choice to conquer her fear or to stay where she feels safe. Their relationship and her future hang in the balance.”
Remember it’s now available for preorder on Amazon and Barnes and Noble! The Kindle and Nook editions are available too.
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Beautiful Ransom
Can a ransom be beautiful?
When the enemy takes you,
And keeps you, setting the price
So high, that you wonder who will pay,
Or if you’re worth the payment at all.
The enemy holds you down in your own
Regret, replaying mistake after mistake,
Drowning you in pain, and self-doubt.
Convincing you his way is better, maybe
Even easier, or freer. To live as the world,
To do what you want. Only to realize it
Becomes a wage you can never earn,
And a price you will never pay back.
Can a ransom be beautiful?
When the Son Himself steps down,
Becoming a little lower than the angels,
Leaving the throne to become human,
Suffering when He didn’t do anything wrong.
When nail pierced hands cast sin
As far as the east is from the west.
When a thorn crushed brow bled without
Complaint, against a splintering wood cross.
When death made it look like the enemy
Had won, just before the stone rolled away.
The Son paying the price, covering the wage,
Loving us, caring enough, to set us free.
Can a ransom be beautiful?
Yes,
When perfect love pays it all.
Caroline’s Purpose
I am excited to share the cover of my novel, Caroline’s Purpose! You can preorder it at Amazon or Barnes and Noble! Release date is January 5, 2021!
Book Release!
Exciting things are happening! Look for my debut novel, Caroline’s Purpose, in January!
One of Me
You paint seas of purple skies,
designing every sunrise, sunset.
You place every sparkle in the starlit night,
yet, You made one of me.
You take each snow flake and crystal,
Structuring each one just so.
No two are alike, each are crafted,
Unique, yet, You made one of me.
You imagined the horse,
giving it strength, power, and beauty,
Fragility and grace in one being,
yet, You made one of me.
You filled the depths of the ocean,
With colors and creatures beyond
What can be seen, or believed,
yet, You made one of me.
You decorated the forests and plains,
With birds and their songs,
With beasts and their roars,
yet, You made one of me.
It’s so humbling, looking at creation,
looking at Your creativity at work,
to know the same God made me,
to know that You included me in Your plan.
You wrote my story, my purpose,
You crafted me, and shaped me.
And when I don’t feel good enough,
I look around, and remember,
You made one of me.
Home
They say home is where
Your heart is.
Maybe because it always
Goes with.
It stays in place,
Beating and pumping,
Keeping a rhythm,
Staying whole.
It’s doors and windows
Open, letting in other souls,
Places, and dreams
To hold.
But the wind blows,
And life changes,
Causing cracks and
Breaks to form.
But still, it goes on
Beating and pumping,
Though the new rhythm
Changed the song.
It has to move on, or
Move away, letting go,
Instead of holding on
To the pain.
Home is where the
Heart is, since it always
Stays. But home becomes
More than one place,
Found in the pieces
That are broken off,
That can’t come with-
Even though without them,
It’ll never be whole.
Believe
Your tears slide in silence,
Screaming for the words
Unsaid,
Streaming down a path
Unknown,
Struggling through what’s
Unseen.
You hide behind a mask,
Waiting for Someone to
See,
Hoping for Someone to
Search,
Longing for Someone to
Save—
To look through the
Unsaid, the unknown,
The unseen.
To love beyond what is
Seen, or what is found,
Or what is unworthy.
Please, believe me,
When I say,
There is a Love this sweet,
There is a Hope this pure,
There is a Salvation this free.
Nail pierced Hands,
A thorn cut Brow,
A Love that knows no bounds.
A Love that sees,
A Love that knows,
A Love that still loves,
Unconditionally.
You just need to,
Simply,
Believe.
Make New
Something fragile,
Something treasured,
Something filled with hopes,
Dreams and memories,
Gets the place high
On the shelf, where
It can be seen and admired.
Where it’s kept safe
From finger prints and
Greedy hands, who, maybe,
See it’s value, but not it’s
Beauty, or rarity.
But the guard gets let down.
Someone, or something, gets
Permission, to hold it, to
Feel it, to see-
How when the light hits it,
It shines and sparkles,
Glistens and gleams,
In all it’s meant to be.
But careless recklessness,
Brings it crashing to the floor,
Shattering glass into splinters,
And fear into sobs and tears.
On hands and knees, the
Pieces are gathered and clutched,
Piercing the skin over and over,
The hurt fresh with each poke.
On her own, she can’t fix it,
The more she tries, the tighter
she holds onto the pieces,
The more she bleeds.
She has to surrender,
Let each piece fall back
To the floor, and give it
To the One who made her.
To the One who can restore,
To the One who can heal,
To the One who can make new,
And can use her pain,
For His ultimate plan.
One Word at a Time 