Meet My Friend Yvonne ... and Her Book

>> Friday, April 26, 2013

I met Yvonne almost two years ago at a Faithwriters Conference in Detroit, Michigan. Instantly I felt a kindred spirit ... we loved God, writing, music and fun. So even though we live across the United States from each other, we are friends on Facebook. She starts my day with the lyrics of a song ... and I sing as I go to work. And now she's written a book and we get to help her celebrate its publication.



As soon as I heard it was available, I ordered three copies ... one for me and one each for two of my daughters. I feel privileged to know a published author.

And now I can hear him coming around the bend ... Zeke, the peddler ... crossing the old covered bridge ... pots and pans clanging and clanking ... the thunder of hooves ... and the clatter of the wagon wheels rattling on the wooden planks. Zeke's peddler wagon is a regular general store on wheels. Anything you want or need, he has it - needles or tubs, buttons or pans! 


Zeke wears a floppy hat and a gray coat, whose sleeves seems much too short for his arms. His eyes sparkle and his mustache twitches, and he seems as tall as a weather vane on the top of the barn. Removing his hat, he bows low. “Well, good day, folks. What can I help you with today?"


But Zeke is not the only character in this story. Yvonne says, “They are real to me. I half expect to see one walking down the road sometime. My daughter said that Phoebe was like a sister, growing up in our home along with the other children.” 

These are the people you will meet as you journey through the book.

Ben and Martha – strong in their faith, compassionate
Maseppa – quiet, fearful, resourceful, and protective
Zeke – talkative, helpful, and playful
Granny – blind, but very observative and motherly
Hector – imaginative, but mischievous
Phoebe – charming, friendly, and curious

A Home for Phoebe is an historical novel. A young Algonkin woman (an Indian) keeps her promise to protect Phoebe, an orphaned child, in colonial New York in the 1800's. While surviving on the bounty of the woods, they both yearn for a place to belong. Through the friendship of a peddler, a blind granny, and a blacksmith’s family, they learn of faith and forgiveness. 


You can purchase A Home for Phoebe on Amazon.


You can also find her book at Full Sail Books


Yvonne's website is: http://www.yvonneblake.com

She blogs at this link: http://mybackdoorministry.blogspot.com

And she has a Facebook page:







And now Zeke is headed to meet another Joy ... in Brazil. It's a long trip, so he better fill that wagon full to the brim. On April 28th, you can find the next segment of his travels here:
http://joybaxter.blogspot.com/




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Broken Pieces

>> Monday, April 22, 2013


It was an accident. Suddenly, with a swipe of my husband’s hand up the side of my face, the right earpiece on my glasses snapped in two. I felt the broken piece fall down my cheek.

“It’s broken.”

“No, it can’t be. I didn’t bump it that hard.”

Yet, there lay the worthless earpiece … holding up nothing.

But no problem. Anyone who needs glasses to make it through the day always has a backup pair. I reached in my drawer … pulled out the glasses case … opened it … and removed a mirror image of my broken glasses.

The left earpiece was missing. 

After my laughter subsided, I pondered what to do. If I could find an optical shop open on Saturday, they could remove the right earpiece from my backup pair and attach it where my missing right earpiece belonged. I called Shopko Optical and explained the situation. “No problem. Just bring both pair in and we can fix it for you.”

I entered the shop, handed both pair of my glasses to the technician, and was told, “Oh, we don’t work on that brand. You’ll have to go to the shop where you bought them.”

That meant waiting until Monday. 

Isn’t life just like that? Suddenly a piece of your life is missing. Maybe divorce caused the empty spot. I see the advertisements of organizations offering a place to look for your backup … other people who have a piece missing.

But I have a better idea. Go to the Person who made you. He offers wholeness … even though you feel damaged.

“…..all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies…” Colossians 1:20 (MSG)



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