Goodread Give-a-way

Hi Everyone

Over the month of December I participated in a Goodreads Give-a-way contest! A total of 668 people participated in this event and 8 people were chosen to receive copies of Scruffy Finds His Way or SuperScruff!

A big thank you to all of you who participated in this event and congrats to the 8 winners…I hope that you enjoy the books and will share your review with us!

I look forward to hearing from you…and from anyone who has read my books! Please consider sharing your experience with Scruffy. You can do this by sending an email or by going to the “contact” page of my website!

Thanks again

Lynn

Super…embarrassed!

Hi Everyone

As I continue to look at the topic of being Super, I am reminded of all sorts of lessons that I have learned over the years about how “not to be super.” You know…those times in your life which you wished had never happened! Well, like it or not, those are the times that have taught me some of my most valuable lessons, which have certainly helped me as life has gone on.  Today I am going to share one of those lessons with you…to give you a smile…but also to share another thought about our topic of being “Super.”

During my younger years I went to a camp called, “Mini-Yo-We” in Port Sydney. It was a great growing time for me and eventually I became a counsellor at this camp. My specialty was campcraft…you know…outdoors stuff like orienteering, paddling, camping, fire starting, outdoor cooking…etc. I thought that I was pretty good at it. At any rate, I counselled for a few years then went off to university and other summer activities. In the last year of university, the camp called me and asked if I could come and counsel for a week, at the main outtripping camp. I had time, so I said yes!

When I arrived, I met the canoe trip director for that summer, Randi. She and I hit it off right away. She was really glad to have me there because she needed the help with the senior canoe trip…I was happy to tell her how, “super” I was at  that activitiy! (oh no…I dug that pit again).

This particular year our outtripping group consisted of two female leaders, one male leader and twelve 14 year old girls…who were all googoo-eyed about the presence of a “male” on our all girl canoe trip! (This was a new policy decision of the camp to protect our girls from strangers). At any rate it did change the tone of the trip. Gone were the bad hair days and old torn tops and shorts…in were the latest fashion in outdoor wear, makeup and stylish hair…good grief- so much for husky trippers!!  Suddenly our troup of outtrippers could no longer pick up canoes, cut firewood or start fires with “his” help! The other unexpected impact was that it became necessary to dig the john much farther away from the camp, just in case, he…should see! Quite an inconvenience and as you will see a recipe for disaster!

The first day of our canoe trip we paddled across a large lakes and set up our campsite on the point of an island. Chores were done…including digging the john way across the island…instructions on how to find it were given to all.

At last…everyone was fed, and tucked into their tents, while our male leader made a hasty retreat to his tent. Randi and I made the rounds then decided to visit the john before hitting the sack.

We headed off to find the john in the dark, with a very small flashlight. “Let me see now, you walk to this rock, then turn right, then walk to the tree and turn left, then walk to the stump and turn right. Then the john should be straight ahead, behind the next tree, is that right?” I asked her.

“Yes, there it is. Good job,” said she.

We completed our business, laughing at the absurd distance the john was from the campsite. Man, you couldn’t even hear or see the campsite from here! We turned around and retraced our steps back to…nowhere. What happened to the campsite? We laughed and turned around to go back to the john to try again. We found it and again retraced our steps, carefully checking the directions with each other as we went, and again we found—nothing!

Then the giggling started. How absurd it was that the head of camp craft (the person who teaches orienteering and out-tripping skills) and her equally qualified helper were lost at night in the bush!

Having contemplated this embarrassment, we carefully retraced our steps back to the john. Or at least we tried to, but this time we didn’t find it. Now this was beginning to look a bit serious. We shone the flashlight around in a full circle and noted that all the trees looked very much the same in the glow of our small light. After reviewing our situation and carefully and calmly weighing the options, we chose the only logical course of action—we screamed for help, then waited, fully expecting our hitherto unwanted male counsellor to come charging through the bush to our rescue. And we waited, and waited and waited, but he never arrived. In fact, there were no human sounds to be heard at all except ours. Man, we would have to get a male who was a heavy sleeper!

This was ridiculous. Two grown women, senior counsellors, responsible for this canoe trip and for the lives of twelve campers, lost, while our campers slept! How mortifying! How very “non-super.”

At last, after we had exhausted all other options, we prayed. God did not instantly teleport us back to the campsite, but He did bring to mind the fact that we were on an island and were camped on the shoreline. Bingo—that was the answer!

With a prayer on our lips and thankfulness in our hearts, we proceeded to beeline our way across the island, using the bright skies as a guide, until the shoreline was reached. Then we walked along the shoreline until the campsite was found. Exhausted, we collapsed into our tent.

A valuable lesson had been learned. Don’t rely on your own “SuperStrength or SuperWisdom.” Learn to turn to our Super God…pray first, not last.

Someone truly Super…walks by faith…not by sight!

Bye for now

Lynn

 

a chance to win a free book

Hi Everyone;

Just in time for Christmas, I am giving away 4 copies of Scruffy Finds His Way and SuperScruff! Head to Goodreads.com and enter by December 31st for a chance to win! Click to win #giveaway, #bookgiveaway, #freebooks, #goodreads!

We will also be hosting a “blog tour”. Scruffy will appear on the following blogs…check it out!

December 1: Westveil Publishing and Fabulous and Brunette

December 8: Lisa’s Reading and Andi’s Kids Books

December 15: Our Town Book Reviews and Gina Rae Mitchell

December 29th: Sandra’s Book Club and The Reading Addict

Until next time….

Lynn

Being Super…what does it really mean?

Hi Again, everyone!

I am continuing on my quest, today to find out what it really means to be Super.  Last post I explored one of the pitfalls of thinking that we were Super, when I described an adventure in which I lead my campers the wrong way while trying to paddle down the French River.

Well Scruffy is well on his way to learning a similar lesson…just listen to his “thoughts” at the beginning of this escapade!

“Scruffy thought that he ought to practice, but his head was all puffed up by all the attention he was getting. Clearly he was already “SuperScruff” to his adoring fans so he couldn’t let them down. Inside he had always known that he had Super powers…it was time to show his stuff so he jumped on top of nearest bale of hay, so everyone could see and hear him.”

Oh my…Scruffy  is finally accepted by all of the barnyard critters…but acceptance and friendship were not enough for him. He had to be number One…the best! In his mind he felt that he had to prove his right to be number One by showing the others all the wonderful things that made him special… Super! The problem for Scruffy was that he really didn’t have a clear view of what it meant to be Super! Do we?

One dictionary defines Super as follows:

“The adjective super comes from the Latin super-, meaning “above,” “over,” or “beyond.” Super is another way to say “the best” — you are above the rest. Super can also describe something that’s really big.”

In contrast the Bible defines Super as follows:

Matthew 20:26-27

“…whoever wants to be first among you must be your slave. That is what the Son of Man has done: He came to serve, not be served…”

Which type of Super really counts…I wonder?

Something to think about.

See you next time.

Lynn

 

So…you want to be Super?

 

Hi Everyone;

Well, SuperScruff has arrived! It is available at Amazon, Chapters, Book Depository and in Espanola at Robinson’s Pharmasave and RemedyRX and I am “Super” excited about it!

Let me tell you a little bit about this newest edition of Goat Tails. Scruffy has arrived back home following his big “lost” adventure, but instead of being glad to be back…he was a little afraid. He really thought that he was in trouble again and would end up back in Pen Prison! But this adventure actually ended up making him famous….he had become a SuperStar! For once in his life other critters looked up to him and thought that he was wonderful! Well, as you can imagine this new fame felt pretty good…actually it felt GREAT and it went right to his head! And so a new journey of discovery…to find out what it means to be Super began…!

I can really identify with Scruffy in this adventure…can you? Have you ever set your sites on a goal…worked really hard…sacrificed your time, your relationships, perhaps even your finances to achieve it and then…after what seemed like an endless wait you have done it? You’ve achieved your goal and perhaps for a brief, sunny moment been at the pinacle of success..been recognized, even rewarded for your…greatness?? Ouch…none us like to appear that prideful…but deep inside we can be pretty pleased with ourselves and our achievements.

Well, I am (and I admit it) an eager, beaver over achiever…I love a challenge…love a contest…want, ernestly to be at the top of my…whatever I’m into at the moment. But this attitude has landed me in an emotional muddle many, many times in my life…probably because it totally goes against God’s design for me (and for all of us, I think). But God knows me and is intimately interested in my growth, so He allows me to dig the pit…into which I eventually fall…to teach me to walk humbly.  Let me share a story with you…!

Quite a while ago…in my early 20’s…I lead an outpost camp, at Camp Mini-Yo-We. One of the goals of this outpost camp was to teach 14-16 year old girls how to enjoy and survive wilderness canoe trips. Well, I was the leader of that camp and as such had a fair amount of experience in canoe tripping and campcraft skills. I loved it and thought I was pretty good at it.

Well on this particular year…things had been going pretty well at the camp and I had planned a difficult canoe trip for the most senior, experienced campers. I was to lead it (of course) and I had a university student with some experience as my co-leader! Can you hear the attitude behind these words…I was so puffed up it was amazing I even fit into a canoe! Anyway…the trip was planned to go down the French River South channel, was 4 days long, was a moderate white water trip and I had done it once before…so easy, peasy…right?

Wrong! I made several crucial errors at the beginning of the trip….I had not studied the maps well enough to discover that there were 3 possible exits from the lake that we began on…I let the girls practice their navigating through the myriad of islands that dotted that lake….I failed to pay attention to exactly where we were on the map, assuming that we would just paddle to the end of the lake and naturally go down the South channel…big MISTAKE!

Well…the wind blew, the waves built and we were pushed to the north side of the lake (unbeknown to me) and so when we finally came to the end of the lake…we were well North of the South channel and I spied “the channel” straight up ahead…everyone cheered as we paddled down it, until I began to realize that it looked nothing like the South channel…had cottages on it…was not a wilderness at all…so I stopped at a dock and asked the fisherman to pinpoint our location on my map (which I now had in my possession). “Right here, Miss, ” he said as he pointed to spot on the channel! Then he said, “we don’t often get canoe trips going down this channel.” “Thank you,” I mumbled, “I bet you don’t…we were just, ah…exploring,” I explained, as I shouted for the girls to turn around…(to a chorus of moans and grumbles).

We paddled out of that channel and I assured that girls that I was in command of the map so no more mistakes would happen…(there I sat all puffed up just about ready to fall into that “pride pit” that I was digging). Up ahead I finally spied the channel, everyone cheered, happy once again! After a couple of km, I ordered a rest stop to have a snack…it was getting late…but that wasn’t really the reason for the stop…the real reason was that this channel didn’t look familiar either! I pulled out the map and once again found that I was on the wrong channel! This time there was no one else to blame…I fell into my pit, figuratively speaking and had to confess! (for the outcome of that story see…”Stuck on the Rocks, Again”)

What a difficult lesson that was…but one that I really needed to learn….one which needs repeated teaching! God has been patiently teaching me over the years…thankfully He never gives up on me!

Proverbs 16:18

Pride goes before destruction,
    a haughty spirit before a fall.

I hope you enjoy the new book!

Happy Reading!

Lynn

 

Faith displayed in living each day for Him

Hi Everyone;

I had a few thoughts this morning that I would like to share with you. As I have sat here pondering my morning devotions…the impact of faith upon life has really struck me. Faith in God, in Jesus His Son and the His purpose in and through my life has always been a central theme of my writing. Upon reflection I have looked back upon the many adventures and stories of my life and have seen the consistent thread of God woven through the whole. Each event…good and bad,  has helped me to grow in faith and character…which is why God tells us to “count it all joy.”  Well in today’s readings I have been challenged to live out my faith in my actions…”faith without works is dead” it says in James 2:17,20,26.  The faith that counts is the faith that shows in all the aspects of life…it was this thought that reminded me of a story, of a quiet unassuming man that I got to know…at least a little while we lived on our farm in Manitowaning.  Listen…to his faith in action!

Scruffy Finds His Way by

A middle-aged man sits by a stall, bending to check on the progress of the faithful beast beside him. Sounds of quiet munching overlaid by the steady hum of pumps fill the air. A peaceful scene spreads before him as he goes about his work. He stands and stretches before moving on to the next cow. His work is to manage a dairy farm; gruelling, back breaking work that draws him from bed at 5 am and puts him back there again in the early evening. As he surveys the old barn he stops to consider the path that brought him back to this century farm with its hereditary work. He sure hadn’t planned it; it was not what he thought he was called to do. But God had other ideas and although he would never feel that his work was anything special; being humble in nature, others would. Looking back you could see that his life had been used mightily for God right here on the family farm, not in some distant land.

From an early age studying the Word had been an integral part of his life and as he grew he knew that following this Word was to be his lifelong calling. At first he had dreams of far off missions to reach and teach those who had not had the same opportunities as he. With that goal in mind and a thirst in his heart, he went off to Bethel Bible College in Indiana to prepare for the work ahead. There he met his lifelong partner, who, though small in frame was a firebrand for God. Together they headed to the mission field in Jamaica. Being a quiet, humble man who sometimes stumbled over words, he felt a bit awkward in the pastoral role, but he had a heart for God and so he served. Through continued study and prayer he came to realize that not all were called to be pastors and so he resigned his position as pastor confident that God would have some other work for him to do. He returned once again to the dairy farm where he was raised and began farming as his father had before him. This truly was the real beginning of his ministry.

God always prepares us for ministry. He gifts us with the tools and expertise we need to do the job that He has prepared for us. How was this man gifted? He had many skills that equipped him to do his daily work and a common sense approach to life that appealed to the country folk around him. He had an unshakeable faith in God and thirst for learning the Word. His wife was also gifted for service, as a musician, a teacher, a homemaker and a tireless servant of all. So how did God use these gifts; what work were they brought home to do? They bloomed where they were planted and produced an abundant crop. They worked together to spread the Good News of the Gospel in their community, at church, at home and in places far off as they touched the lives of all who visited. She taught Sunday school, music, led choirs, and welcomed all new comers to their home, while serving her family that had now grown to five. He served as a Deacon and an Elder, and became an abundant source of wisdom for the church. He reached out into his community helping with all manner of causes and charities even becoming the Reeve of the small town in which they resided. He brought Jesus into the council rooms of government…to show them a better way.

These seedlings were planted by God and fertilized by His Word.

SuperScruffy finally arrives

Hi Everyone

I am so excited to announce that Book 2 of the Goat Tails series will be available in September!! SuperScruff will catapult onto the scene with a brand new, crazy adventure…but this time he is no ordinary kid…he is SuperScruff…protector and hero of the barnyard!

Here’s a sneak preview as Scruffy arrives back to the barnyard following his great adventure…

“Everyone was curious to know how he had survived out there… in the terrifying world beyond the fence. He shut his eyes and then shook his head in wonder… he wasn’t in trouble at all… he was a Super-Star!

Joyously, he began hopping around the barnyard baa, baa blabbing to everyone he met.

The lambs wanted to know how he beat the wolves…

The chicks wanted to know where he hid for so long…

The piglets wanted to know what he ate

(pigs always think about food)…

All the youngsters followed him everywhere…

Hopping when he hopped…

Flipping when he flipped…

Repeating every word he said…

Like he was a Super-Hero.

It suddenly struck him!

He was Super… the Super, Duper, Hopping Hero of the barnyard!

SuperScruff… the fearless… leader of the Scruffkids!

“Look out, world… here I come,” thought Scruffy. And in a flurry of little hooves, he was off to find adventure… followed closely by his adoring fans.

The adults looked on, with heads shaking. “Oh no,” bleated Nellie, “here we go again.”

So…look out world…here comes SuperScruff! Find out how the barnyard survives it’s newest SuperHero…stayed tuned because SUPERSCRUFF IS COMING SOON!

Lynn

God’s Love can clean up all our mud!

 

Hi Friends;

Have you ever found yourself “stuck in the mud” like Scruffy?

Oh, I don’t mean stuck in real mud, but the mud of life!  That space where things are just not going our way, where no matter what you do, the mud seems to just keep sucking you in and under. This mud sometimes comes from bad choices that we have made…like Scruffy leaping off the roof of the hen house or over a forbidden fence or sometimes  mud just seems to be thrown at you by bosses or even friends or mud can just represent the repetitive boredom of doing what appears to be the same thing every day. Well whatever your mud is….I bet you would like to get out!

Scruffy needed help to get out of his mud…oh he tried to do it on his own, probably because he didn’t want to get caught in disobeying Papa and because he felt that he was big enough and strong enough to do it…have you felt this way? I sure have! I have found myself stuck in the mud because of some really bad choices and no matter what I did…I could not get out of the mess myself! Here…let me share one little story, (unfortunately I had many such events! to choose from)!

“I’m lost…no, I’m not…if I just go back to the beginning, I know I can figure it out!”  It was just that mentality that got me into trouble in the first place. It was a cloudy fall day and I went out partridge hunting with my dog and made the catastrophic mistake of following him! Never a good idea. Anyway long story short, there I sat at the top of a hill, trying to spy the logging road that would lead me home, but finding only trees. I had been walking in circles – probably, for hours…following each brilliant idea that I would get about how to extricate myself from this really bad situation…you see…I hadn’t told a soal that I was going hunting. My husband was at work, the neighbours were away and we lived in the bush…the very bush that I was lost in! And night was coming quickly. I had done everything I could think of to get myself out of this mess…everything that is, except to pray!  Well desparation had finally come..so I prayed and the Lord answered me…as I sat there in despair. Suddenly, the sun shone- something it had not done all day…suddenly a logging road was visible- somehow I had not seen it before…suddenly I just knew the way home!  A miracle…it sure was to me…a rescue…you bet!

Stuck in the mud? Call upon the Lord and He will “clean up” your situation!

                                      Lost??

Romans 10:13 “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”

Philippians 4:19 “My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus”

God is our all-powerful, all-compassionate, all-wise and all-loving heavenly Father…call upon Him in your need…He is waiting!

 

Count it all joy…some more insight…by Jewel Hobbs

Good morning Lynn.
Happy Lord’s Day.
I too have considered this thought from James.
Because it is utterly impossible to have the experiences of our life be such that they always produces joy…all might seem lost.
Thankfully we are given this scripture so we can “know” that He desires us to do so and also that it is a possible.
It is humanly impossible without His working in our lives, and then I can say it remains a major challenge even for believers when faced with daily trials.

I believe that if we are predetermined to believe it to be true, trusting in these possibilities that can only be filled by Him, wanting to be joy filled, looking for joy, asking for joy ,we can grow in His joy.

We are His joy and when we realize we are the joy that was set before Him when He endured that cross, it takes us beyond our immediate trial and we find our joy completely in Him.

It is supernatural! We are His joy, He is our joy, we grow, we preserve, we are free to live!

This is so true…thanks for sharing, Jewell…does anyone else have a thought about this amazing concept? Send it along!