Monday, October 27, 2014

Write a Review, Win a Book!

 Calling all Rife Readers!

Friday typically marks the beginning of the holiday season. The aroma of spiced cider. Pumpkins gracing doors. Cinnamon filling the air. Thoughts of parties and gift giving. 

With that in mind, you may want to consider the reader on your gift list!

Now through the end of November, I'm gifting a FREE hard copy of one of my books to two individuals. You choose the book you want.

All you need to do is go to Amazon and write a review on one of my books you have read, then leave a comment below to let me know you did that.

Winner announced November 30.

Thanks for helping me spread the word through your review. Whether good or bad, reviews help writers. So I appreciate any feedback you can provide on books you have read. The link to my Author Page is provided below. 

Friday, October 17, 2014

I Met a Man Today

I met a man today. “Mam, could you spare fifty cents?” I hurried on to my car, somewhat angry that he had seen the ten dollar bill I was holding as I exited the dry cleaning store. As I slammed the car door, I looked behind me and the scraggly, stooped over man was nowhere to be seen.

Could it have been Jesus? An angel? How could the skinny man have disappeared so quickly?

I immediately felt remorse. No matter that as a woman alone in a parking lot I probably shouldn’t stop and talk with a strange man. No matter that he might have assaulted me, grabbed my purse while I rummaged through it, or abducted me. No amount of rationalization would comfort my tormented thoughts as I pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the road.

Tears formed in my eyes and crept down my cheeks. “I’m sorry, Jesus. Was that You? Was that a divine appointment for my day? What would You have done? Were You hungry and I refused to feed you, simply muttering, ‘No Sir’, and hurrying on my way? Please forgive me. I was angry, afraid.”

I met a man today then simply went on my way. But I will always wonder.

Daddy's Hands

Often my grandchildren ask me to tell them a story about when I was a little girl. Here is one of their favorites in honor of my Daddy...