Soon It Will Be Time To Write Another Novel……………..

I have written a novel for three years. This November will be the fourth time. I am to write a novel in its original state, without stopping to make mass, corrections. I just write the words, and get it down in a manuscript form. Corrections can come later. I try to keep the spelling correct, and I try to make it sound right. Otherwise, the time is short, and I try to make to the goal of 50,000 words. This stops by November 30th.

I pray over the experience, and when the first hours of November are here, I am already on the computer getting the new, novel started. This means that the chatting on the Rubies Corner’s blog is lessened, because I take seriously the fact that many people are writing, but we must finish what we have started.

I got into this experience, because my son showed me that many people were gathering their steam to start in November. He said, “Mom, surely you have a novel idea.”

I smiled, and laughed. I prayed about the experience, and said, “If you want me to write, Lord, then let it be a good, novel, and let me share Christ within its pages. I can see the need for some good, writing that is written in a way that will draw people toward Christ.”

I continued praying, and one night I dreamed of books, and I knew that this was God’s way of saying, “Just start, Ruby.”

I did, and that first year I did not lack for words. I worked hard to meet the goal, and I believe I did get to 50,000 words. I did not do anything with the manuscript. It is just there.

The next year was easier, but again, I prayed for ideas. This time it was a mystery, which I love to read when there is time. I involved Christ in both novels.

Last year I wrote again, and this summer, Isaac said, “Mom are you going to write another book this year when November gets here?”

I said,” Why yes. I am already thinking about it.”

He said, “I am trying to get a novel finished so I can publish it. I am already at work on this. I may not start a new one.”

I could understand. Isaac is at 31,000 words on his novel right now. He will publish one some day when he finishes. I often think what it would be like to have a son who actually makes it as an author.

Patience, tenacity, and love for adventure, fun, and a gleam in your eye are all qualities that make someone want to write. I have read many mysteries, and most of them had a Christian author. This author is long gone to heaven, and her novels are quaint, and they have language that was used 75 years ago. I still love to read the novels when I have time. I would like to be like this woman of God was. She would write, and not stop until she had a whole book on manuscript.

So November is coming and I am praying now about the new novel. It doesn’t matter that the other novels have gone no where else but to the readers on Word Press. I am a novice. I want to write on the blogs, and write novels for the next 60 years, but I won’t have that long. I want to write, from my heart, and I love the adventure, and the thought of starting again, and again next year. Smile. You pray, and one will come about.

So are you hanging back, wanting to write, but afraid? This is a wild, idea, but many people are writing at once. Why not join?!!!

Talking About The Seventies, And Eighties..? This Was When Ed, And I Were Younger.

I was born in the late 1940’s, and I had one more sister who was younger than me. I was there when she was tiny, and Mom held her, and made her dance on her lap. My older, sister was in school that year, and I decided to walk across the street, and go see her.  I believe I needed attention. I missed my older, sister. She had always been there to make play more interesting. We would chase the neighborhood kids who came to play in our yard. She had a friend she could outrun. We read stories together. She was wise.

I went across the dirt, road, and entered the classroom. I found a seat behind the last child in the first, row. I stayed all day. It is odd that mother never called the school, or worried about where I was. The teacher accepted me, and asked for no papers.

Eventually, Mom found that I had joined the 1st class. I had to study my words for the next day. One of those words was, “sister.”

I stayed in school. We moved, and Mom put me in the first Grade. They didn’t know what to call the first row in this country school. I was young, and they thought I would do well in First grade. I did. I read thick, books, and tried to stay out of trouble.

There was a class clown, who would keep his pencil perched on his lips, if he moved his lips a certain way. I could not help but laugh.

The seventies were wonderful for me. These were the years that Ed, and I were in Seminary, and we worked with some bright, teenagers in a church. went on a retreat with them, and we did some good things with them.

These were the times when there was a renewal going on in our church. It was about the Holy Spirit, and asking to be filled with the power of God. We were there to see many people of different faiths praying, singing, and listening to several dynamic men who talked long, and hard about the power of the Holy Spirit.

The eighties were awesome as well. Isaac came along in 81, and I didn’t teach for a while. We were in a huge, church, and many people came to join while we were there. This was a time of growing, because we didn’t stay at this huge, church. We left.

Ministry was a challenge, and Ed went to a sales job, and stopped preaching for a while. Isaac, and I survived together, and Ed left us for a time. Then he came back. We didn’t divorce, but it was a harder time for us. We had waited to have a baby for 13 years. Maybe this started a crisis.

God has been good to us. We are together, and working in a church. We have been there 28 years, and things are slowing for us. We are retirement age, but we have more energy.

I believe the last, years of ministry,  are the Golden years. Isaac is with us, and he is looking for some new, jobs. Several opportunities have opened for him. He has graduated from two, colleges. He doesn’t need to go back to school.

Since the turn of the century, 2000, I have been retired from school teaching. I love to write on the internet. I still paint, and draw, and for the blogs, I illustrate. It is nice to come by the Rubies Corner’s blog and see the stats are now at 427. It is rising, because you have come by, and found the “follow” button. I believe there have been more visitors that this.

God has blessed this blog, and I have 8 others. You can look them up. I am glad to be home, busy, and to have someone to tell my stories about life, and to witness about how Christ is making me happy.

He gives peace like I have never know. I love the peace of the Lord. It comes to me like a coat, and I wear it from head to toe. I wasn’t like this when I was younger. I was nervous, and couldn’t talk much. I know God lives, because He is alive in me.

On September 11,The Stats for Rubies Corner’s Blog Went To 50 Views.

The stats have been up, and on September 11, they went to 50 views. I am amazed when I come by that someone is still coming to read and look at the sketches. I am thankful that this blog is still going strong after 4 years.

I love to paint in water-color, acrylic, and oil. I do all three, and at times I may combine the water-color, and acrylic. I love bright colors, and the acrylic works with this.

Did you know that there are oils that dry faster? Yes, and it won’t take 45 days for the painting to thoroughly dry. I guess it might take less time, but when I painted in oil, I had to wait to do more painting.

My father was an artistic person. He painted with oils, and when the acrylic paints came along, he showed me how easily they dry. I was skeptical about using them, but I found that I could get detail with the acrylic paints also. I forgot oil painting, and started using acrylic paints, and some water-color paints.

Each medium is different. I know that practice helps. I have take some classes, but not any with some depth. I had to take a class for recertification. I chose Art Structure. That was an interesting class. We learned so much about all the facets of art. It was nice to finish projects and turn them in for a grade. I made an, “A” in this class for some reason.

A Lengthy Meal…………

I made some white rice, and put some cans of tomatoes that had been cut up in this. Then I added three cans of vegetable soup. This with the liquid made a nice combination. My intention was to feed us for supper, but this pot of soup has lasted for two days, and I still have more. The pork loin is slowly being finished. I served it for Wednesday’s meal. One half of the roast was eaten. So we took all the left-overs home.

Today Ed, and Isaac went for a walk. They were gone for some time. I had a chance to work on lunch. I headed up the rest of the pork, and added one more can of soup to the rice, and vegetable soup. I didn’t add meat to this, because we had the pork for sandwiches.

Isaac has gone to get some frozen, yogurt. It comes in so many flavors. It is far less than ice cream’s calories. I was going to fix some yogurt, but I found that we were down to one little bit. Ed sent Isaac out to get more..

The day has been quiet. Ed, and Isaac were gone over an hour on their walk. I have done the washes, and some of the clothes are hanging over the tub, and on the rack. We are still trying to save electricity this summer. We succeeded. We have to remember to cut the lights, when we leave a room.

My Grand Parents have Much Influence on me to this Day.

My mother’s father died in his sixties. He didn’t make it to my wedding, but he was a strong influence in my life. He was funny, and he would hug us girls, and give us pennies. We had to pick up the pennies, because he would pour them out on the porch. We would squeal with delight, and pick them up.

My grandmother, on my mother’s side,  died of cancer, and this was a hard thing to go through. We had spent many nights over at their home with all our cousins. When she died, we were hit hard with grief. My grandmother was a Christian, and she had about eleven children.

The family was huge when we would have reunions. I remember playing with my cousins, and eating all kinds of good food when we would go once a year to see all the family. Cousins from out of state would come, and we would have a whole day of swimming, and talking to them. Grandma’s death didn’t stop the reunions, but it was hard to go through the grieving for her.

My dad’s parents were from Pennsylvania, and they would visit one time a year. We loved them both, and my aunt would come see us when our grandparents would come for a visit. We had a whole houseful of family at times. We would eat, play outside until dark, and the family would gather to sing, talk, and cook. My aunt played the piano, and mom and I would play a comb. She taught me to get a Kleenex, and put it on a comb. When I hummed over the Kleenex, it would make a sound as long as it was wrapped around a comb. My sisters would sing with me, and we would make a trio for everyone. This was a happy time.

Grandparents have many influences on the children. They are naturally going to hug, and love everyone of their grandchildren. My grandparents were always content, and happy. Grandmother kept a wonderfully, clean home. She would put us children upstairs for the night. We slept on cots, or in our sleeping bags. With the stairs shut, we had to go to sleep, and we always stayed up there. Our cousins would spend the night at their house also, and we had a house full of company for my grandparents.

Grandmother took us to the park, and we would play, and run, and swim. One day she took us, and someone else watched us while she left to go to the doctor. Grandmother developed cancer, and she didn’t live long after she found that she had it. It affected all of us. She was a quiet, wise woman, who was always loving, and entertaining.

Granddaddy remarried a fine woman. We moved away, but we always went to the family reunions. She didn’t take my grandmother’s place in my heart, but this woman was wise, and cheerful. Granddaddy died a few years later. They were gone……..having lived to their sixties.

I can remember good times with both grandparents. I can remember the times we were gathered with our cousins. I haven’t been around as much since I have married. I have been busy on the weekends. My husband is a pastor. We had our son later in life, so he has been like a grandchild would have been.

People have many influences on children as they grow up. Grandparents should show laughter. They should be energetic, and fun loving. My grandfather would come to visit, and if we were no where around, he would come to find us. He would purposely not shave that morning so he could hug us with his beard. I have had red marks on my face many times from his fun loving ways of coming to hug me.

Both grandparents were Christians. Clean homes were their expertise. They managed their homes well, and when I came to see them, everything was spotless. Neighbors came to play with us girls, and we got to know them. Our grandparents were God fearing people, and some time in my life, I know they were praying that I would find Christ. Their joy was contagious. Their goodness was always there.

My grandparents are in heaven now, along with my sister, and several other aunts, uncles, and cousins. I am glad to know that I will see them there. They lived out their Christianity, and both sets of grandparents were loving, quiet, and happy. They had a deep wisdom in the things of the Lord. I believe their strong influence has affected the way I live. I believe my grandparents prayed for us daily, and I am so glad.

Life is short. The comfort is that I will see my loved ones again in heaven. It is a wonderful thing to know the Lord. His mercy is everlasting, and His truth endures forever. I believe that God is good, and that He has a wonderful plan for each of our lives. We must find out what the plan is, and then do it.

I Love Fried Chicken, Green Beans, and a Few, Tomatoe, Slices.

I love tomatoes raised on a farm. They turn red before the farmer, or someone picks them. I love juicy, red, ripe tomatoes. They are hard to find in the common grocery store. They are picked green, and put out way too early………before the tomatoes have turned red.

I learned to like green tomatoes. Someone showed me how to put them in cornmeal, and flour before putting them in a frying pan of oil. I hold my mouth right, and they don’t burn. I have trouble at times standing and waiting for things to fry up.

I love to make fried okra. The stores will serve it with flour on it, but I like to buy fresh okra, and cut it myself, and dip it in the cornmeal with flour. This works for me. I could eat a plate of okra by itself without meat.

When I was a child, my other granddaddy would take us out to eat. He was a construction worker, and he built houses. He had little education, but he was smart as he could be. He loved his family, and we would eat together, and he and mom would talk. My dad loved him, but my granddaddy would ruin my dad’s shirts if they had a rip or tear in them. Then he would give him money to go buy a new shirt.

When we lived closer to my granddaddy, we girls would spend the night there. One summer we spend a while at granddaddy’s, house. He would take me to the store every day. He would get a Coke Cola, and I would get an ice cream. I always got the chocolate covered ice cream . In those days, we called them a “Brown Mule.” One summer he took me to the store every day, and by the end of two weeks, I was burned out on brown mule ice cream. I never told him. I went on and ate them, because Granddaddy was buying.

When we went out to eat I learned that fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans were always going to be wonderful. I added tomatoes if I could. The family soon learned that I wasn’t going to budge from this menu when Granddaddy was taking us out to eat.

We were raised to finish our plates. We belonged to the clean plate club. This worked for me most of the time, as long as I stayed with something that I knew was good, Southern, cooking. And what did we have for dessert? It wasn’t necessary, because the meal was very filling. I believe we always had ice cream.

Mashed Potatoes Were the First Thing I Learned to Make.

My Grandpap taught me to make mashed potatoes. He watched the pot, and showed me how to stick a fork in the potatoes to test whether they are done. My Grandpap had to raise three boys on his own. His first wife died from cancer. By the time I came along, he had married again. My grandparents were short. He was not even 5’5. Grandma Ruth was shorter than he was.

When he taught me how to make mashed, potatoes, we ate them, and some one said, “Ruby, why didn’t you fix more?”

The next time I cooked, I made more. They turned out, because Grandpap was no longer standing over me telling me what to do, but I remembered what he had shown me to do. He left for Pennsylvania, where he and Grandma Ruth lived. It might have taken several visits, but my Grandpap showed me how to do other things. He showed me how to make a salad next. That was easier, and I learned not to cut the lettuce.

Mom was amused that he would instruct me in cooking. My Grandpap always had my respect. He had a deep, rich voice when he sang. I believe he was a Christian, and he lived it. I never had a run in with him. He was quiet when he needed to be, and often I would see him find a  place to sit down, and read his Bible. He didn’t do as much talking as he did things to help Mom in the kitchen, or the rest of the house. He would fix things that didn’t work. Mom always had a list of things he could work on to fix.

My grandfather worked for the Pennsylvania Railroad, and he retired from there. He might have been an engineer. I don’t know. He lost his hearing, and Grandma Ruth would have to speak loudly to him.

One day, parents left us with my grandparents, while they went to another state for a business meeting..I remember Grandma Ruth saw a huge, brown-house, spider in their bedroom. We didn’t have carpet.

She jumped up on the bed, and started screaming, and calling for Grandpap to come kill the spider. He did, but not before all three of us girls were jumping on the bed with her. I am smiling as I remember her on the bed, holding up her dress ,so she wouldn’t fall off it.. She would tumble on the bed, and get up again. That whole week, when they stayed with us, was full of times when we would laugh til we cried. .

I believe the Lord makes marriages last. I have been married 45 years, and this year is blessed, but the most difficult. I have found that getting my Bible first thing helps. It settles me from head to toe, and when I am around Ed, I have the Holy Spirit, and he does also. This works for us.

I have learned from my Grandpap the quiet ways of learning to lean on the Lord, and to sing His praise. I have learned from my grandmother Ruth, that a little humor helps a marriage. Her laughter made her face hurt at times, and she would have a spell like this. Grandma was a happy, addition to the family, and she brought much comfort to all the children. My dad loved her, and they would visit us every year.

I believe mashed, potatoes should have fluff, and salt, and no lumps. Sometimes mine have lumps. That is fine with me. I eat them anyway. Gravy helps mashed, potatoes, but I look back to the first time I made them. My grandfather was standing there telling me what to do, and helping to cut the potatoes.

Now I fix meals at the church for the Wednesday night service. When I make mashed, potatoes, they are just like I was taught to make them. I put real butter in them several times, especially when they are hot, and there is a wait to eat. I don’t remember stirring the butter into the potatoes last time. Our people eat mashed potatoes. They also love the pork roast. I had little more than meat left last time. It is because my Grandfather taught me some of his ways of cooking. His mashed, potatoes are always a hit.

Grits Are A Southern Thing….

Grits are a Southern thing. I love grits. They require water, and patience. I don’t like them if they are too dry. My grandmother taught me to put sugar on my grits. I like grits with butter, and I like for them to have enough moisture so they will spread on the plate. I don’t like them to be watery. Grits go well with bacon and fried eggs. I am a heart patient, so I don’t eat many eggs, or bacon. I don’t like grits with scrambled eggs.

Occasionally, I will find a good restaurant that will make breakfast 24 hours a day. We will go in, find a booth, and order eggs, bacon, and grits. Most of the time the bacon comes out crispy, and the grits are just right. I love an egg that is over light, and not well done in the yolk. Eggs make this combination. Cut up the eggs and bacon, and mix them with the grits. That is a southern breakfast! I love orange juice, but there again I don’t drink much of it. Hot tea, and orange juice goes with this meal, and plenty of butter goes on the grits!

FORGIVE……………..SOMETIMES…. I WANT TO RUN AWAY.

I ALMOST RAN HOME.

I WAS HURT. MY THOUGHTS WERE STILL HAVING A CONVERSATION THAT WAS HARD TO TAKE. I HURT ON THE INSIDE, BUT I WANTED TO CLOSE THE DOOR. I WANTED TO WORK THIS HURT OUT OF ME.

I WOKE UP. AFTER DOZING OFF.

LORD, TAKE THIS FROM ME, BECAUSE I WANT TO FORGIVE. YOU SAID TO FORGIVE, AND UP TO NOW I HAVE FORGIVEN,  AND FORGIVEN. THIS ONE IS HARDER. IT WENT SO DEEP. HELP, LORD!

I TALKED TO HIM ALL DAY.

ED KNEW ABOUT THE CONFRONTATION, AND HE WAS QUIET. SO WAS ISAAC. THEY KNEW THE JOY WAS NOW CONTAINED, AND I WOULD BE TALKING, AND TALKING, ABOUT THIS.

“GIVE IT UP. DROP IT NOW!” ISAAC SAID.

“DROP IT? IT HURTS, ISAAC!”

“YOU TELL ME THIS WHEN I GET HURT. NOW YOU HAVE TO PRACTICE WHAT YOU SAY.”

“OH, ISAAC. I WILL . PRAY FOR ME. THIS ONE WILL TAKE A WHILE. I MAY HAVE TO GET HELP WITH THIS ONE. I WISH I HAD A PSYCHOLOGIST WHO COULD HELP ME WITH THIS ONE.”

I WENT BACK TO MY ROOM, AND LAID DOWN ON THE BED. I CRIED. I GOT MY BIBLE, AND I CRIED SOME MORE. I FELL ASLEEP. NO ONE WOKE ME. THEY KNEW I WAS HURT, BUT I NEEDED TO WORK IT OUT OF ME.

I READ, AND READ, AND READ THE BIBLE. I REFRESHED. I CAME OUT OF THE ROOM SMILING, ONLY TO GO BACK TO THE ROOM, AND READ SOME MORE.

“FATHER, IT HURTS. I FORGIVE, BUT I WANT TO FORGIVE FROM MY HEART. IT HURTS, LORD. IT HURTS. TAKE THE STINGER OUT, AND GIVE ME YOUR WORDS, AND COMFORT. I HAVE THREE DAYS, AND THEN I MUST GO BACK TO CHURCH. HELP, LORD.

I REMAINED IN THE BEDROOM, AND THEN I WENT TO THE CHURCH WITH ED. HE LEFT, AND I CRIED,  CRIED, AND SOBBED. I CHOOSE TO FORGIVE, BUT I AM HAVING TROUBLE WITH ME. HELP, LORD . MAYBE WHAT WAS SAID WAS RIGHT, BUT THERE WAS NO LOVE THERE. THIS IS THE ONLY PERSON SPEAKS THE TRUTH, BUT IT HURTS THE WAY IT IS SAID..

HE DID.

I GOT INTO THE WORD, AND STARTED PRAYING. I PRAYED UNTIL THE HURT LEFT, AND THE NEED TO PRAY STOPPED FOR A WHILE. I HAVE CONTINUED.

GOD, TALK TO THIS PERSON. I HAVE TRIED, AND THERE IS NO BUDGING. HELP IN JESUS NAME. I FORGIVE.

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE BEEN HURT, AND HAVEN’T WORKED IT OUT OF YOU, THERE IS A WAY TO GET RID OF THAT WOUNDED SPIRIT. IT CAME BECAUSE ANOTHER CHRISTIAN OFFENDED YOU, AND YOU RECEIVED THE WOUND, AND THE SPIRIT THAT CAME WITH IT. IT SHOULD NOT HAVE COME AT YOU. RIGHT NOW IT IS BY YOU.. REBUKE IT AND TELL IT TO GO, IN JESUS NAME.

CHRISTIANS WALK IN LOVE…..YOU WILL KNOW THEM BY THEIR FRUIT.