Given by God's Grace for God's Glory
A couple of words from Gloria Clover to us:
I'm just back to the white box after a week's writing retreat at Keuka Lake
in central New York with six of my friends. And friends we are, as well as
coworkers in the Kingdom of God. We all come from different home situations,
and of the seven of us, I probably have the most ideal situation for daily
writing, so these friends of mine look forward to a time set apart. We come to
the lake cottage with writing goals (finish an intermediate chapter that will
tie a book together, finish a rough draft, write a grad school paper, start a
new project, write book reviews that had been dropped in the rush of life), but
we come knowing our goals must always yield to God's plan for our week.
Sunday evening after sharing our goals with one another, we drifted into a
time of praise and spontaneous hymn singing. No need to be too jealous -- we
buckled down to work Monday morning. Why do I share this with you? Because it
is an ideal situation to showcase God's desire for the Body to be an
encouragement to its members.
Each year, we come together
1. Believing and acknowledging that the other person has a gift, a Kingdom
contribution.
2. Through conversation and manuscript critique, prayer and times of
silence, we convey to one another that we have confidence in the importance of
other person's gift.
3. That group confidence sparks our individual confidence and ability to
believe that we do have a gift and that God is involved in it.
4. By reacting with honesty to what has been written, we show each other
that the message has reached its goal of impacting others.
5. Thus we leave encouraged to keep at the race until we cross the finish
line into Christ's arms, knowing God is indeed with us every step of the way.
We knew that when we arrived on Sunday, but we KNOW it when we leave the
next Sunday. Perhaps that is what God meant when He said,
"And let us
consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds"
(Hebrews 10:24, NIV).
Question for YOU
What can you do today to be an encouragement to another child of the King?
Gloria Clover writes
The Children of the King series for
Desert Breeze
Publishing, Inc. from her white box in western PA.
Book 3, From the Frozen
Depths, releases on August 11, 2013.
Check out Gloria's Book 1,
Washed Under the Waves, (now available in print and
epublishing).
Tayte Bashan knows she's to wait for the prophesied prince, but what's a
lady to do when she falls in love with the tutor sent to prepare her island for
the prince's arrival?
Check out Gloria's Book 2,
The Fire Starter, (soon to be in print, available in
epublishing).
Amaryllis Filippopoulos was raised to rule the island of Celosia. Alone. So
what's she to do with an off-island prince who tempts her to surrender her
life's purpose for him?
Excerpt from Book 3,
From the Frozen Depths
Dharani Army Commander Jym Fountayn topped the mountain ridge and leaned
against a towering pine's frozen trunk to catch his breath. He scanned the
trees along the front line. Where were those blights? Up here, snow swirled in
dervishes and covered every reflection of humanity. But he knew they were near,
just as surely as he knew his three-man infiltration team, equally invisible,
surrounded him.
"Spread out," he ordered his team through their hands-free
com-links. They needed to find the enemy's newest weapons before they fired on
his army, which marched up the mountain in two columns.
Jym scanned the trees. The enemy could merge into the snowy landscape, but
how could they hide their hideous weapons?
"To the left. Third pine beyond the flat boulder." Sharp-eyed
Girish's voice exploded in his earbud.
Sure enough. Just off the mountain crest, down in a copse of white pines,
through the thickening snow, he could make out a steel contraption about the
size of a one-room cabin. "West guard, hold your line. We've found the
monster." Straightening, Jym tightened his grip on the ancient
semi-automatic rifle and focused on the immediate job with his team.
"Kavi, have you spotted the other?"
"Yes, sir. The creature is active!"
Kavi's response arrived moments before a dark hiss and an explosion of snow
shot into the sky far to Jym's right, down in the southeastern ravine.
"East guard, pull back," Jym ordered. "We'll take it from
here."
The east guard's captain would get all the men in the eastern ravine back beyond
the reach of the snow devil. They'd done their job in drawing out the enemy's
position, but they didn't need casualties in this skirmish. Weekly, their
numbers thinned.
"Kavi, advance."
"Yes, sir."
Lais would be scouting for Kavi. Girish slipped past Jym on the right and
moved across the top of the ridge then dropped back into the tree cover.
Scanning tree trunks with each step, Jym closed in. Where were the enemy
guards? Were the blights so assured of their superior weapons they no longer
felt the need to guard their rear? All the better. Intel had reported the new
weapons were self-contained -- enemy soldiers fighting from inside the
contraption. He relaxed his grip on the rifle and pulled a grenade from his
jacket pocket.
"In position, Commander." Kavi was ready, too.
"Let's do this." Jym pulled the pin and launched the grenade in a
perfect arc. It hit the side of the monster and dropped straight down into the
snow. "Fire in the hole!"
He ran for the boulder and dived, the countdown continuing in his head.
"Seven, six."
"Blight on your left!" Girish yelled. "Move. Move!"
Snow exploded at Jym's feet. He sprang to a crouch and dove again. Cold pain
seared into his thigh. He continued to roll.
"I got him!" Girish claimed, but the pain in Jym's leg didn't
stop.
Curse the blights. Had they really shot him? After all these years? On such
a straightforward mission?
The grenades blew -- his a fast echo of Kavi's. The earth shuddered and the
snow shifted beneath him. He heard the screech of metal rending and the thuds
as pieces of the monster pounded into the snow, but Jym couldn't raise his head
to verify his own success.
"Mission accomplished." Kavi's voice held satisfaction.
Pull it together, man. It barely grazed you. Jym rolled to his knees.
They'd shot him with a freeze ray. Pain swamped him, driving out his intent to
stand. The world spun and the gray sky loomed over him.
"Commander? Commander, can you hear me?"
Girish's call came from a great distance. Jym could hear, but he couldn't
form words.
"The commander's down! I repeat, the commander is down."
"What do we do?" That question didn't come through his earbud, but
from Lais, the youngest member of his team, now hovering over him.
Get me to my feet. That's what he wanted to say. The words formed in
his brain, then dissolved.
Girish reached down and hauled him up by one arm. "Get his other
side."
Lais scrambled to obey, and Jym found himself dragged across the frozen
terrain.
"We need air support. Now!" Girish's command exploded in Jym's
earbud, jarring his mind.
They weren't going to let him die. They were going to try to save him. He
should have known. He would do the same for them. Only now he couldn't even get
his legs to hold him upright, couldn't find the words to tell them to let him
go. Their voices drifted in and out off the com-link.
"He always said to let him die."
"He didn't mean it."
"I think he did."
Girish grunted. "Never mind my personal affection for the cocky kid, we
cannot afford to lose him. Dharani Island will fall to the blights."
"The commander's strong. Maybe he'll be able to..."
Unable to keep his eyes open, Jym imagined the pitying looks that silenced
Lais's optimistic -- but stupid -- hope. No one survived the freeze ray without
help, without a...
What can you do today to be an encouragement to another child of the King?
I know no greater cure for anxiety than worshipful music,
singing while soaking in His presence. And taking part in the Lord’s Supper
assured me I had made the best decision by following my heart and attending
service by myself. 
.JPG)
