Sh-h-h, Can You Hear Me?

“Children! Listen to me!” Sally stood in the midst of twenty kindergartners trying to raise her voice above theirs only to be ignored. Sure, they were having their first party of the school year and everyone was excited, but at this rate, her first year of teaching would soon end.

“Sh-h-h, can you hear me?” A whisper miraculously reached her hearing.

Sally looked toward the door and saw the veteran teacher who’d befriended her on more than one occasion in the last three months. She met Sally’s harried gaze with a smile. “Whisper to me.”

Whether she heard the words or read her friend’s lips, she didn’t know but she released a breath along with tension. “Are you sure you can hear me?”

Martha chuckled and whispered again. “Go ahead and tell your students what they need to know, but whisper to get their attention.”

It sounded crazy, but Sally looked at a few upturned faces around her and realized the whispering had already caught some attention. Might as well give it a try. She turned to the children. “I need you to clean up your area.”

Amazingly, those closest turned to look at her and shushed their classmates.

“We have more to do.”

Like an ocean wave, quiet swept across the room until she no longer needed to whisper and returned to a calm, quiet voice. “I need you to clean up your area so we can have refreshments. Kayla and Jason’s moms are here to hand out cupcakes and punch. Please take your seats as soon as you’ve finished cleaning.”

A scramble erupted as the children worked together and hurried to their seats, hands folded on their desks.

Martha winked as she backed out of the room. Once more, she’d taught Sally a valuable lesson.

That evening Sally relayed her experience to her husband. He shrugged. “Sure, isn’t that the way God gets our attention? If we don’t want to miss His voice, we’d better turn off all the noisemakers in our life.”

Ted was good with advice, but Sally didn’t always get the connection. Later, she washed dishes while Ted watched a show on TV. “Lord, help me learn how to be a good teacher. Show me what I need to know.”

Her prayers seemed to go no farther than past her lips. You’re no different than your students. You are making too much noise to hear God’s voice.

“Lord, I’m sorry.” Sally finished the dishes then went to the bedroom and closed the door. There, she knelt beside the bed. Laurie and the Lawman blog“Lord, help me make special time for You. May I close out the noise from my active life. Help me tune into Your voice alone. I want to hear when you whisper.”

… and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:

And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.

And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah? I Kings 19:11-13

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Hope Shines Anew

Thomas guided his car down the highway to the larger neighboring town where he could shop for a faucet that would fit his bathroom sink. “You’d think Anthon’s Hardware would have a few things worth crossing their door for. But if it isn’t what every other person in town needs, they don’t carry it.”

His mood matched the bleak November day, and he didn’t recognize his friend, Howard, stopped by the side of the highway with his bicycle until he’d whizzed past. Flipping on his blinker, he slowed and pulled to a stop on the shoulder.

The cold wind cut through his jacket as he stepped from the car and cupped his hands on either side of his mouth. “Are you heading to Springhill?” He motioned in a wide arc for the man to hurry. “Come on. I’ll give you a ride.”

Howard rolled his bike to the back of the car. “Just picking up trash, trying to make our world a nicer place. Didn’t expect it to get cold so quick.” His smile was as cheerful as ever. “Sure you have room for my bike?”

An answering smile touched Thomas’s face. He never failed to get a lift in Howard’s presence. “It fit the last time I gave you a ride.”

“So it did.” Howard chuckled. “You’re a good man, Thomas.”

After stowing the bike in the oversized trunk, they climbed in the car and headed down the road again, soon passing a small wooded area. “Look at that.” Thomas pointed toward several maple and oak trees that had been charred by a fire. “That must’ve happened during that storm a couple of weeks ago. Looks like lightning struck. What a waste. Sure is a sad sight, isn’t it?”

Howard remained turned toward the window until they passed the scene. “Sometimes things are not as bad as they appear on the surface.” He looked at Thomas with a joyous smile. “Can’t you imagine how glorious it will be next spring when new growth comes in to replace the scars? We can’t see the tiny buds now, but one day fresh, healthy leaves will sprout and bring new life to the forest. I don’t guess it’ll ever be the same, but I imagine it’ll be as good and maybe better. God’s word tells us in Isaiah that He will give us beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.”

Howard settled back in his seat with a smile. “Yes, sir, one day even my old body will be made new.”

Thomas drove in silence, soaking up his friend’s words of truth and wisdom. By the time they reached Springhill, he realized he’d been looking only at the surface ugliness of every hurtful thing thrown his way. Instead, he needed to go deeper to what could be—to the beauty only God could bring to those who look with hopeful eyes.Chis Child Is Mine blog copy 94 x 150

Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain. I Corinthians 15:58:

And He that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. Revelation 21:5:

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Computer Problems

Computer Problems



A while back my computer became quite ill. It refused to “save” my documents and wavy lines streaked across the screen. It’s cry for help warned me of the need for a doctor. So, limping along because of my lack of technical knowledge, I decided to call Microsoft.

Unfortunately, I clicked on the wrong website. Like a crazy person, I opened the first link on the page after a google search. One of those pages that had the words “Ad” before the link. “Ad” means they want to sell you something. Here’s the story.

My first clue should’ve been the guy that came on the phone who could barely speak English. I understood every other word. He assured me he could “fix” my problem. But first he had to “take control” of my computer. I had to let him go inside my poor, ailing machine so he could make his diagnosis.

I should’ve known better, and I’m warning anyone reading this, beware. Unless you know the source is reputable, DON’T DO IT! After he took charge of my computer, he changed the subject. He said he would sell me access to his technical services for an entire 12 months for only $175.00. At that point, I realized I’d called the wrong person. I told him I wouldn’t be interested, and he all but said I was an idiot for not buying his support.

When he realized I really wasn’t interested, he said okay. I noticed the cursor was traveling all over the screen. In moments, he disappeared without another word and the computer came back under my control. Only thing, I had a terrible virus, worse than before. The debilitated machine wouldn’t even go on the internet or access any of my files. Now my instrument had to visit the local computer doctor for virus removal to the tune of $150.

I’m so grateful that there is One we can give control of everything in our lives, our computer, our family, our finances, everything!

The Lord Almighty, maker of heaven and earth.

He is faithful and trustworthy in all things and will never do us harm.


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Flags for freedom


At my church, I’ve been privileged to participate in a prayer group. We specifically lift up to the Lord our nation week after week. We pray for the President, Vice President, the Speaker of the House, Congress, the state governors, city mayors, and on and on. I’m grateful God placed this venture on the hearts of several people in our church including me.

One week, I thought about the freedom we have to walk into the church building every Wednesday morning and gather for prayer. Not to speak of Sunday mornings and any other day we choose to worship.

Not so in other countries. I read an article about persecuted Christians in Iran risking their lives for their faith, many languishing in grimy prison cells. At this time, we can freely confess our faith in the US.

Being born in the United States is a blessing we take for granted. Through no effort on my part, I am a citizen of our great country. Like God’s salvation, I did nothing to earn my nationality.  It’s a gift from God and that’s why I belong to the prayer group at my church. Our wonderful country seems to be moving in the wrong direction, and there’s a bunch of people in Locust Fork, Alabama who object to that.

Let’s not take this blessing lightly, but thank God for our freedoms in our country. Perhaps we hear this same message a lot, but it needs repeating. We can never thank God enough for our independence.

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A Waste of Time

Janice reached across the front seat of the car for her daughter’s hand. “Let’s pray before we get on the road.”

Kari scowled but plopped her hand in her mother’s and bowed her head.

“Lord Jesus, we ask for Your protection as we travel to and from the city. Keep us safe today from any harm. Amen.” Janice always tried to keep her prayers short and to the point in consideration of Kari’s impatience. God would hear and understand their need.

“Why do you always waste our time this way when we’re going someplace?” Kari pulled her hand back and crossed her arms.

“Is that what you think I’m doing?” Why couldn’t Kari see the importance of prayer? Lord, please open her eyes and help her draw closer to you.

“Yes!” Kari rolled her eyes and shook her head, showing her disdain as only a young teenager can. “Nothing ever happens, Mom. Whether you pray or not, it’s your driving that keeps us safe. There are some things you just have to do for yourself.”

Is that true? Janice started the car and pulled out of the drive. “I don’t know, Kari. Maybe we have been spared from trouble on the road because we always pray before we leave. God can keep us from having trouble just as easily as He can help us when something happens.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Kari stuck earbuds in her ears and turned on her tablet. She’d already turned off the conversation.

Janice released a sigh and settled in for the twenty-mile drive at fifty-five miles per hour before they reached the interstate. She usually preferred the slower two-lane highways as long as there wasn’t much traffic. Today, it seemed twice as busy as usual. She didn’t regret praying at all and relaxed, enjoying the fall color coming to life in the trees alongside the pavement. Her hands tightened only slightly as she took the first curve of many in a hilly area several miles down the road. A line of cars came toward her while at least one truck followed behind far too close.

“Mom! Look out!” Kari almost screamed the words as the truck behind roared up beside them headed straight for the oncoming car.

Janice touched the brake pedal and veered to the right edge of the pavement. It happened so fast. She had no time to think before the truck swerved back into the right lane, barely missing her bumper, and roared ahead. As it disappeared around the curve in the road, a tremble shook her.

“Wow! That was close.” Kari jerked the earbuds out. “Mom, we could’ve died right here only ten miles from home. I knew you were a good driver—”

“My driving?” Janice tried to straighten back into her lane. Why couldn’t Kari see the importance of prayer? “That was a direct answer from God. Thank You, Lord!”

“I’m not finished, Mom.” Kari angled toward her mother. “You are a good driver, but if the other car hadn’t slowed down, and the truck hadn’t cut back over just in time, then you couldn’t have done anything to keep him from hitting us. What kind of crazy driver would do something like that, anyway?”

“One who probably didn’t pray before he started out today.” Janice resisted the urge to laugh out loud. “What do you think about that?”

“Oh, you’re probably right, but just don’t gloat about it, all right?” Kari stuck her earbuds back in her ears and flashed a quick smile across the car before her fingers flew once more over the touch screen.

Janice gave in to a soft laugh. “Thank You, Lord, for watching over us. Thank You for Kari’s change of heart. May she not forget this lesson, and may she always recognize Your hand in her life.”

1 John 5:14-15 – And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us.

Hebrews 11:6 – But without faith [it is] impossible to please [him]: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and [that] he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.

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Jennifer Slattery brings Tammy Kuhn from her newest novel, “Intertwined,” to IC Today

Jennifer Slattery is back and brought us another friend. Today we’re going to meet a character from her newest novel, Intertwined. Can’t wait to meet her.

Tell us a little about yourself.

You know, when Jennifer Slattery asked if she could share my story, I had no idea what all that would entail. I didn’t even know what a blog tour was! Let’s see…. About me… My name is Tammy Kuhn. I’m a single mom of two wonderful children, a teenage girl who’s always trying to sneak make-up, and an antsy yet hilarious little boy who lives and breathes little league. I’m doing what I absolutely love, career wise. I find incredible fulfillment in my job as an organ procurement coordinator. I also have an amazing best friend who’s always willing to down a gallon of chocolate chunk ice cream with me, should my emotions warrant. Which is often!

Organ procurement? Sounds interesting. And I love friends who’ll share an ice cream experience with me. Now, if they would only keep all the calories for themselves, they’d be ideal!Intertwined_N154121

Tell us three things about yourself that would surprise readers.

My job as an organ procurement procurement coordinator usually surprises people. And they in turn surprise me by telling me they didn’t know such a job existed. My author’s husband, in fact, was one of those people! (There’s a miraculous story behind that, if you’re interested. You can hear his interview here:

Cool! I’ll have to look at that.

Other then that, let me think. I’ve already shared my ice cream addiction, so I suppose readers wouldn’t be surprised to learn I tend to struggle keeping my weight down. (grin) On a more serious note, they might be surprised to know my faith drove my husband away, and that he kept on running, straight into the arms of another woman.

Oh no!

That was hard. Crazy hard, but I’m still clinging to Jesus and serving Him in every way I know how.

So sorry to hear about that, though I’m glad you had your Savior to rely on. It also helps to try new activities to help get your mind off things. Have you ever done anything really quirky?

Does completely insane count as quirky?

Sure, I’d say so.

One year my best friend and I did the Hospital Hill Run in Kansas City, MO. Have you heard of it?


The course is crazy hilly, which I know we should’ve expected, and we did, somewhat. But man, we had no idea just how brutal it would be. Or how poorly we’d do. I nearly vomited after that first mile. And about passed out. I thought I was going to die, quite literally. I think my friend thought the same. So there I was, head between my knees, gasping for breath, so hot someone could fry bacon on my skin. My friend says we would’ve done better had we spent more time training and less time at Baskin Robins. Crazy talk, right?!


So what’d we do?

<Connie taps her chin> Hmmmm. Let me guess …

We took a detour at the Plaza for some Cold Stone. (sheepish smile)

Perfect sense!

Share something about your day-to-day life that might help readers get to know you better.

I absolutely love my kids, and more than anything, want them to feel loved and secure. But so often, I feel like I’m failing in that arena. I need to work, and I love to work. I view my job as a mission, but with my hours and unpredictable schedule, it can be really hard to find reliable childcare. My parents keep nagging me to move back home… in their basement. Now, no offense to those who’ve done that, but you don’t know my parents. I love them. Really. In small doses.

When did things change dramatically in your life?

When my husband left me. That hit hard and left me spinning for a long time. Honestly, I’m still trying to heal from that betrayal. We’d been having hard times; tension had seeped in ever since I accepted Christ, actually. I could feel Brody pulling away from me, but I never thought he was the kind to cheat.

Tell us about the current journey you’re on.

Right now I’m trying to keep my sanity and my job. It doesn’t help that my parents are parked out in my driveway, in their RV, with, it seems, no intention of leaving anytime soon.

Yikes!—I mean—How nice for you. So, what inspired you to change things in your life?

I’m still working on this, Connie. It’s been a crazy-hard year, and right now I’m just trying to survive. To raise kids who love Jesus. To keep my job. And to, somehow, keep from falling in love, again, with my high school flame, Nick Zimmerman. Because that’s a mess waiting to happen.

I probably shouldn’t have said that.


Can he read this?


Nah. He’s not a blog-type guy. Besides, he’s got too much going on right now to spend time surfing the Internet.

Good … I think. What is your current life goal?

To take a long, uninterrupted nap. How’s that for inspiring? Honestly, I love what I do. Through my job, God continually connects me with grieving families who desperately need to know there’s hope—hope through organ donation and hope through Christ. I’ve been able to pray with moms, dads, siblings. I’ve seen so many miracles, so many obvious signs of God’s hand. And I love being a mom. I guess I’d have to say my life goal is to raise happy, healthy, well-adjusted kids who love Jesus with everything they’ve got and to live my life for Him.

A most important goal!

Thank you for joining us today, Tammy. And good luck on avoiding that Nick guy.


Abandoned by her husband for another woman, Tammy Kuhn, an organ procurement coordinator often finds herself in tense and bitter moments. After an altercation with a doctor, she is fighting to keep her job and her sanity when one late night she encounters her old flame Nick. She walks right into his moment of facing an unthinkable tragedy. Because they both have learned to find eternal purposes in every event and encounter, it doesn’t take long to discover that their lives are intertwined but the ICU is no place for romance….or is it? Could this be where life begins again?

Intertwined, part of New Hope Publisher’s contemporary fiction line, is a great reminder of how God can turn our greatest tragedies and failures into beautiful acts of love and grace. Readers will fall in love with the realistic characters and enjoy the combination of depth, heart-felt emotion and humor that makes Jennifer’s novels so appealing. Readers will be inspired to find God in every moment and encounter in their own lives!

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BCheadshot2013Jennifer Slattery writes soul-stirring fiction for New Hope Publishers, a publishing house passionate about bringing God’s healing grace and truth to the hopeless. She also writes for, Internet Café Devotions, and the group blog, Faith-filled Friends. When not writing, Jennifer loves going on mall dates with her adult daughter and coffee dates with her hilariously fun husband.

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We Are More Than Conquerers




“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28.

The church shooting in Charleston, South Carolina, a horrendous, hateful crime, personified evil in action. And yet those godly people spoke to the alleged killer during a bond hearing, saying, “I forgive you.”

The incident spoke volumes. Tucked into the happening were multiple messages demonstrating the Christian worldview and God’s good news to the world.

How could grieving people stand up and say they’d forgiven the person who committed the crime? Not in their own emotions or ability, but solely through the power of God. Their brothers, mothers, grandfathers, sisters, friends had been stripped away from them in one wicked moment. They will never see their loved ones on this earth again, but each lived out their Christian faith and obeyed what the Bible says. “Forgive as the Lord forgave you.” Colossians 3:13. Not only did they forgive, but they put into action the rest of the passage. “And over all these virtues put on love.” Love prevailed that day in the courtroom and in Charleston.

I also grasped another message. Only four days after the shooting, Rev. Norvel Goff stood in the pulpit of Emanuel African American Episcopal Church and said the shooter had failed miserably in attempting to break their spirit of love and unity. He said they hadn’t responded with riots but with love.

I can’t help but wonder. Did the angry protestors in Ferguson, Missouri and Baltimore, Maryland hear the message from Charleston? Were some ashamed of the riots that took place in their city and the massive destruction? I can’t help but believe God used the terrible crime in South Carolina for good, perhaps changing hearts. Not only that, but He profoundly demonstrated His message to people everywhere.


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Rachel Trautmiller Brings Amanda and Robinson from “Aftermath” to IC Today!

Connie: Some of you may already know the wonderful, exciting Romantic Suspense author, Rachel Trautmiller, or at least the first two books of her series, The Bening Files—Linked and Disconnect. Very exciting stories!!!

She is here today to give away one copy of her latest release, Aftermath, to one lucky commenter below (choice of Amazon ebook or paperback). Details at the end of this interview.

She also brought along a couple of her characters from that series so we can get to know them a little better. Amanda

I’ll let them introduce themselves …

Amanda: First of all, thanks for hosting us on Infinite Characters, Connie. I’m Amanda Nettles.

Robinson: <ahem> Robinson. You mean Amanda Robinson.

Amanda: <brow arches as she turns to the man sharing the loveseat> Isn’t that what I said?

Robinson: No, but I forgive you. It’s still new.

A: And here I was, worrying for nothing. <smirks> I’m Amanda Robinson. And this is Special Agent-in-Charge, Baker Jackson Desmond Robinson the fourth.

RobinsonR: <winces> Thanks for that.

A: You’re welcome, Baker Jack—

R: OKAY. As you can tell, we’re pretty comfortable with each other. We work together whenever the FBI Charlotte field office and the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department team up.

Connie: Well

A: Or if you need a favor.

R: You know you like it.

A: Pleading the fifth.

<Connie sighs>

R: Together, we’ve been keeping Charlotte safe for over five years.

A: It’s been a wild ride.

Connie: I’ll bet. Moving right along Now, tell us three things about yourself that would surprise our readers.

Amanda: I hate donuts.

<Connie chokes>

Robinson: That’s un-American. Like saying you hate pizza. And not surprising, for you. She said surprising.

A: Are you going to thwart all my answers for this entire interview?

Connie: Thwart?

R: Maybe.

A: Fine. You name something surprising, then.

<Connie arches and expectant brow at Robinson>

R: <rubs hands together> Sometimes I sneak decaf into the coffee maker, at home.

<Connie gasps>

A: What? You’re lying.

R: Nope.

A: That’s grounds for divorce, Robbie. Don’t mess with my caffeine.

Connie: Um

R: Empty threats. Now, shock us, A.J. and maybe I’ll promise to never do it again. Maybe.

A: I’m making the coffee from now on.

R: It’s for your own good. You’re gonna explode your heart and get diabetes.

<Connie grimaces>

A: <settles into couch and grumbles> My family took in foster children when I was growing up.

R: We’re all slack-jawed, here.

A: Shush. One night a foster sibling and I decided to sneak out and get matching tattoos.

R: Let me guess, this has to do with Bet—

A: <slaps a hand over his mouth> Don’t ruin my story, Robbie. We snuck out. Got to the tattoo parlor. Waded through a little red tape because we were minors—seventeen at the time. Had no idea what we wanted to get. Ended up with an interesting daisy on our left ankles.

R: <crosses arms> Okay, let’s see it.

A: I had it removed a few years ago.

Connie: <takes deep breath> Next questionShare something about your day-to-day life that might help a reader get to know you a little better.

R: We’re pretty boring. You know, get up. Drink coffee.

A: Preferably, not decaf.

R: You didn’t even know the difference.

Connie: ChildrenI mean

A: Anyway. We’re boring. We eat, shower. Fight crime.

Connie: Oh!

R: Avoid getting knifed…

A: Over the lack of caffeine in our hot beverages.

R: Kidnapped. Bombed.Aftermath cover

<Connie flinches>

A: <shakes head>

R: What? Too soon?

A: Because those things come right after breakfast, every day of the week? We just chug our brew—

R: You drink milk with a splash of coffee, anyway.

A: You’re impossible. <faces Connie> Connie, he’s impossible.

<Connie smiles tight>

R: You said it. I elaborated. And you’re getting me off topic.

A: You were saying…

R: Yeah. We’re your typical American family. Busy with life and work and—

A: Sabotaging my coffee.

Connie: <blows a shrill whistle!!!> Um ahem. <composes self> When did things change dramatically in your life?

Amanda: I would imagine that’s obvious by now. <uses index finger to discreetly point toward Robinson>

Robinson: I could name a few, exact examples. A crumpled Harley and some dangerous cases come to mind.

A: Don’t ruin the fun for Infinite Characters’ readers, Robbie. They’ll love discovering every facet of our story. The fun begins in Linked.

R: Fun? You were a total pain at the time.

Connie: No name call

A: I could say the same about you.

Connie: Okay, next question. In three words describe yourself.

Robinson: Sassy. Smart. Beautiful.

Amanda: She said describe yourself.

R: Now, who’s thwarting the interview? And who said I wasn’t describing myself?

A: On. Your. Toes. That’s Robinson. And it encompasses every situation you’ll ever find yourself in with him.

Connie: Awww, you guys are so . sweet. I think. <ahem> Are you highly scheduled types, or do you like to wing it?

Amanda: You’re kidding, right? The only thing this guy schedules is that he’ll eat an apple sometime during the day. I saw him eying the fruit basket you had in the lobby.

Connie: Thats only for

Robinson: That might be the kettle calling the pot black, there, sweetheart. This woman works best in on-the-fly situations. Thrives on it, actually.

A: You’re making me sound like a crazed criminal chaser, Mr. Jump-Into-The-Thick-Of-Trouble.

R: So, we’re perfectly matched in our scheduled practice of winging it.

Connie: <blinks rapidly> I see What has life taught you?

Amanda: You can only protect yourself so much. Whatever will happen is going to and you can survive the mess or grow from it. Trying to anticipate the unknown is like envisioning what every dip of a roller coaster will feel like before you hit it. At some point, it’s better to enjoy the part of the ride you’re on, instead of stressing about the possible jarring turns. Life is stranger than fiction. Miracles happen. Sometimes there is no right answer, but an urgency to go what’s right even if it means you might lose something you hold dear.

<Connie turns to Robinson>

Robinson: Couldn’t have said it better.

Connie:<mouth drops opened> Oh uh Well then What would you be doing if you werent fighting crime, getting knifed, bombed, kidnapped and um <shivers> sabotaging coffee?

Amanda: That’s a tough one.

Robinson: Amanda do anything besides hunt down criminals? Not happening. Don’t even insinuate it. You’ll be sorry.

A: <sends a lighthearted glare in his direction> It’s a figurative question.

R: You know it’s true.

A: It’s a tough question to answer, because I love what I do. Being a detective isn’t exactly a cake walk, but I love knowing I’ve saved a life. Righted a wrong. Helped a multitude of people find closure. So, theoretically, if I weren’t with the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department, I’d probably own an art gallery.

R: If that’s true, I’d be driving a bus for the city. Happy as a clam. Here’s the thing. You can excel at anything you do. We all can. An art gallery? Well, that’d be a dream come true wrapped up in a job. Don’t get me wrong, Amanda’s paintings are striking. Gallery worthy.

Now, tracking down criminals? That’s her life. It’s what she’s meant to do. Period.

Connie: Hmmmmm.

A: Driving a bus? That’s the first profession that comes to mind?

R: Big vehicle. Lots of people. What’s not to love?

Connie: What is the coolest, wackiest, most risk-taking thing youve ever done?

Robinson: <groans> Are these questions designed to prove how crazy we are?

Connie: Not usually

R: Because risk is somewhere in Amanda’s name. Scratch that, it flows through her veins. And it’s a good thing.

Amanda: <demure laughter> Sometimes. I’m—we’re about to do probably the coolest, wackiest thing ever.

R: Not another word, A.J., it’s not official.

A: Not yet.

Connie: Is there anything else youd like to tell us?

R: Our story is far from over.

A: That’s it? No wise parting line?

R: There’s no mystery otherwise.


Amanda: <digs in pocket> Sorry, forgot to turn it on silent.

Robinson: <leans near> Ah, Detective Davis.

A: She’s my partner at CMPD.

R: You know that means one of two things. That girl is hiding something big. Remember that, A.J.

A: Not everything is sinister in nature.

R: I’m not taking any chances.

Connie: <shakes her head, blinks, and turns to the author> Well, Rachel, thank you for bringing Amanda and Robinson to us today. Where can fans find out more about them, you or your books on the internet?

Rachel: You can find (and follow) my mayhem on Amazon.


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Lives taken. Families destroyed. Trust betrayed. Rebuilding is paramount to survival. Can all family hurdles be overcome? Does forgiveness come to all? Redemption awaits…
Teenage girls are going missing in broad daylight. No witnesses. No struggle. Having been tipped off from the last person anyone should trust, Baker Jackson Robinson knows involving Detective Amanda Nettles is risky. For her, their colleague, SBI Agent Parker Williams and himself. Convincing her to put her life and career on the line isn’t a decision he’s made lightly.
With a new string of crime on the horizon, Detective Amanda Nettles keeps herself plenty busy. Doesn’t think about an unfinished wedding to her favorite FBI agent. The almost family that wasn’t. Nor the thorough Internal Affairs investigation that left her—and her coworkers questioning everything inside the precinct, fingers pointed in her direction. Instead, toeing the line is more important than ever. And hoping her talent and work ethic might restore her once-good name.
But she’s not stupid enough to believe it will return anything—or anyone else.
When Parker Williams is brutally attacked and left for dead, the journal of a young girl the only thing linking his whereabouts to their current case, however minimal, the choice is simple. This teen is either the missing puzzle piece they need or another wild goose chase sending them down a narrow rabbit hole.

Either way, life is life. And Amanda’s done hiding. With the pages of the missing teen’s diary eerily like another woman’s, they’ll have to decide if coming face-to-face with unspeakable evil will yield answers or crumble an already shaky foundation.
**This book is part of a series. Reading the books in order will heighten your enjoyment of the characters within each story.**

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Rachels headshotRachel strives to write novels filled with murder, mayhem and romance that leave her readers wanting more incredible twists and turns. Side note: A nightlight may be required. Some bleary-eyed, early mornings have been known to occur.

When she’s not riveting readers with the chaotic mess of her character’s lives, she can be found poolside with her husband and extremely cute toddler, a dog and one fat cat. She enjoys football, reading, finger-painting with her daughter and discussing the NFL draft with her husband. Loves anything to do with the FBI, law enforcement and the military, spending time with friends and family. And interacting with her readers.

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Is There Anything Good About Suffering?

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How could pain and suffering ever have a positive side? I find myself going to the doctor more and more these day. What’s good about that? My old clunker of a car broke down, and I don’t have enough money for a new one. I should be happy ? Now I made my best friend mad, and I don’t think she ever wants to talk to me again. Again, I ask, why should I rejoice in that?

The longer I walk with the Lord in this life, I find that the world tells me one thing, but God’s word says something entirely different. Society says I should stress out about health, financial or relational problems. That I can’t be content if I have these bothersome complications assaulting me. But Praise the Lord, He says something different about suffering.

The other morning I was reading in Romans. Chapter 5 verses 3 through 5 to be exact. The words communicated an amazing message to me. First, here are the verses.

“No only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance, perseverance, character, and character, hope. and hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.”

When things go wrong in my life, it makes me want to seek the Lord all the more, helping me to realize I can’t walk through this life alone. I become more persistent in my prayer life and Bible reading. In turn, God willing, my spiritual tenacity grows my character and helps me to become even stronger in the Lord. With that strength, I find I can place my hope in God where it belongs. Because God has poured out His love for us, His children, my hope in Him does not fade or falter.

Though suffering is never any fun, if it can produce these positive characteristics in my life, I’d say it is worth it.

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Vanessa’s Character Picks October 1, 2015

Here are some posts that caught the eyes of the IC characters roaming here:

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