Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Brokken Brother

Lies broke them. The truth will heal them ... if time doesn't run out.

When Fritz Brokken robbed the bank with his brothers, he did more than steal the meager resources of the town of Brokken. He also shattered Lydia Walsh's heart.

When Fritz returns to Brokken to recruit reinforcements to save his brothers’ lives, no one believes his outlandish story. The sheriff throws him in jail. And he's running out of time. Lydia is a distraction he does not need or want. 

Or does he? The truth of her love may be exactly what he needs to complete his mission.

This is a stand-alone novella although it follows Brokken Arrow and Brokken Rising in sequence. 

This is part of the Brokken Road Romances series

This is a sweet historical romance set in East Texas following 
the Civil War.

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Also, check out these other Brokken Road Romances:

And my other contribution to the series, Brokken Arrow.

Friday, November 9, 2018

Abagail's Brokken Books

Two of my Brokken books have been released and two will be before the end of the year. Grab a copy of This Brokken Road and Brokken Arrow while they are only 99 cents.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

The Boat

My husband and I are studying The Forgotten Way by Ted Dekker. In today's meditation, he spoke of the boat we believe will offer us safety. 

Safety is but an illusion in this world. No boat can save us when the waves overwhelm. 

We search for financial security, we put up barriers to keep undesirables away, we search for the perfect person to marry, and the list goes on and on.

Finances can be wiped out in a second, by illness, by Mother Nature, by poor planning, by a million unexpected things. Money is not security. 

Our spouse, our soulmate, may be unfaithful or have hidden character flaws (we call it baggage and all of us struggle with its weight), and divorce may linger on the horizon. Sometimes we stay in the "boat" of marriage, holding to its sides as the winds whip around us. Marriage is not security.

We put up fences and buy guard dogs and guns. Fences are not security.

We build bigger boats, and boats are not security. We still fear when the storm approaches.

We're doing it wrong. We have to "lay aside every weight" (Hebrews 12:1), and a boat is pretty heavy. You might think I'm mixing metaphors here. Hebrews is speaking of running a race, and I'm speaking of boats. 

Oh, but can you imagine this? You leave the boat and, not walk on the water, but run on the water, run to meet Jesus? 

This is almost beyond comprehension. Walking on water must be difficult enough but to run upon it? Through the storms? Even if Jesus holds out his hand and says "Come"?

We live in this world but are not of this world. Nothing in this world is worth the encumbrance. It is not worth the binding, even if the tight wrapping of the linen feels secure. In Christ, we are unbound, set free, as Lazarus was from the tomb. We are unbound in order to live.

So, what am I saying? Am I saying we should not strive for financial security, for the security of family, for the security of the right political party, the security of locked doors and locked borders?

No. I am saying none of those things are important. None of those things can offer us safety. We kick against the pricks because of fear. We strike first to quiet the fear within us. 

And we need to stop it. Burn the boat. Our belief in God should be so strong, that when his son extends his hand and says "Come," we will walk, no, run, upon the waves to him.

And I believe. God, help my unbelief.

Help me to run.