for he who promised is faithful. Heb. 10:23 NIV
I am concluding a third year of reading daily devotions from Jesus Calling by Sarah Young, yet it took 2014 before the words “I trust you Jesus” became part of my everyday thoughts as naturally as breathing. Now my mantra, I say these words silently and out loud depending on need.
While preparing images for Whippoorwill Calls, I turned to Christ to ensure the book reached market at the optimum time, then let go. I refused to push myself and others to meet some arbitrary deadline. I simply remained focused on the task at hand. God had me covered.
On Friday, November 21, my proof copy of the paperback edition arrived and the book was approved for printing and distribution. That evening a feed with my title went to global online retailers and storefronts. However, I was advised by two different individuals that a behemoth in the online industry might take a minimum of 48 hours and up to three weeks to have Whippoorwill Calls listed and available for purchase. This meant my book would possibly reach market in mid-December. The news rocked me, and not in a good way. Fear was creeping round, waiting for an opportunity to envelop me. Mantra, repeat the mantra.
Having purchased a bundle of ISBNs from Bowker, in the evening I returned to their website and completed information about my book under its assigned 13-digit identifier. Saturday morning during my devotional time Hebrews 10:23 NIV was my verse for the day: “Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.”
Speaking with God, I reiterated going to market was in His control despite what others had to say and after meditating on His Word, my faith was steadfast. Immediately following this time with God I was nudged to go online and search my ISBN, title and authorship. In less than 24 hours and closer to 12, there it was. Whippoorwill Calls was available for purchase. Posting the news on Facebook, three friends ordered a copy.
God keeps His promises.
but one that is powerful, loving, and self-controlled. 2 Tim 1:7 CEB
A project begun in May is at the launch pad. The checklist has been reviewed and parts fine tuned. A test run is in progress: a copy of the paperback edition of Whippoorwill Calls is in route and scheduled to arrive in a couple of days. Once approved, it will be released for printing and global distribution…and countdown to market.
A hardcover edition in premium color is completing its revision cycle. Once the proof is available, it will go through the same steps as the paperback. The target release date for both is November 24, 2014.
as small as a mustard see, you can say to this mulberry tree, “Be uprooted and planted in the sea,” and it will obey you. Luke 17:6 NIV
Today I delivered the book package to a local pre-press group to “set the type” before it goes to the printing company. It has been an arduous six months of photographing drawings, revising poems and getting everything just so.
There have been missteps along the way. Yet, all situations have added to my learning curve as a self-published artist poet. The self-publishing company, a sole proprietorship, is 1writersdevotion.
Reaching Skyward, featured here in black and white, is one of my sketches which will be in red Conte’ crayon in the book.
An eBook is out, as of this writing.
I found centered poems with stanzas and irregular lines which need to be left justified lose something in translation, and a good deal of photographic technique applied to photos may need the images tweaked, not just pulled into a digital format without massaging.
So plans change. Two print editions of Whippoorwill Calls are being created. Both are in color and will be available in retail stores and online. The hardcover edition is in premium color.
I have faith the books will reach market in perfect timing. Why, do I say this? Because He said to ask in His name and I did.
and wait for him. Ps. 37:7 CEB
Patience has never been easy for me. At times I have infinite patience; and other times not so. Yesterday, Will took pictures of me for my book cover. The work progresses slowly as I continue photographing renderings and re-paint old drawings with new tools. For a break, I post. Then I am still before the Lord, hushing mind chatter, listening, breathing.
now it shall spring forth… Isaiah 43:19 KJV
In retirement and after a lifetime of fulfilling commitments I am living my joy, creating art. Whippoorwill Calls, A Collection of Poems & Art, a thin read, features 22 figure and gesture drawings with seven poems. Paperback and hardcover editions will be available soon.
I spent two months preparing the photographed art for publication. Several are black charcoal figure drawings and others are in red Conte’ crayon. Two are faces and two figure studies from the book accompany this post.
indescribable gift! 2Cor. 9:15 NKJV
The earth is the Lord’s
Snowball blooms brightly
A closer look at wildflower visitor
First hosta bloom this year!
White carnation and gladiola blooms grace tiny space
Mock orange bloom
and reach out for the things ahead of me. Phil. 3:13b CEB
Past starts, sputters and screeching halts are of no consequence because the momentum and joy of writing, photographing drawings and preparing a “thin read” is propelling me forward. Just as the insect gathers nectar my solar-plexus pulls me inward hungry to express the gifts so graciously bestowed.
are in His sanctuary. Ps. 96:6b CEB
A friend asked if there would be a place for me to write in my cabin when I leave my part-time employment. Yes, I said. Once my laptop was returned and functional this space was created. The cabin-on-wheels, the land on which it sits, spaces for the horses and bovines and this corner exist by the grace of God. It is His sanctuary just on loan to me.
You will make me full of joy in Your presence. Acts 2:28 NKJV
Crab-apple tree blooms. Winds come. Petals float and drop covering the earth—a short life.
Balance You are teaching me is preeminent. Walk the beam of life hands outstretched.
longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Gal. 5:-22-23 NKJV
that I will give will never be thirsty again. The water that I give will become in those who drink it a spring of water that bubbles up in eternal life. John 4:14 CEB
This wet weather pond is not nearly as full as in previous years. With spring approaching perhaps the water level will rise before the dry, hot summer months.
Each season brings a new look, a new adventure. Frogs croaking in alternating rhythms greeted me late this morning. A few days ago wings flapped overhead.
Winters past the scene was totally different. Snow draped the tree branches and covered the ground. I wait with delight for each slide in the show to advance revealing yet another beauty.
Pond long view
to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. Matt. 7:7-8 NKJV
Abba, Father, I am asking, not for myself but for the animals: abundant green pastures, winter and summer shelter, no piles of limbs and broken trees brought down by storms, no ankle-deep mud, no barbwire. Instead please provide pipe fencing which safely allows the horses and cattle to commune again, and bless me the pleasure of telling their story, Your story. I delight in all that You are and You have promised to give me the desires of my heart (Ps. 37:4). You said nothing is impossible (Luke 1:37). I believe.
The Lord is near. Phil. 4:5b CEB
Three minutes before midnight the electricity flickered, then shut down–heat and lights. Having called in the outage to the power cooperative, at 4:00 a.m. when the alarm went off, we were still in the dark.
Taking Sam by flashlight out for his constitutional I checked on the horses. Jack came up to me, got his nose kissed and I could see Bebe was OK too. The night’s deluge of rain, thunder and soft snow drifts had stopped, but the wind was high. Outside it was 20 degrees. It could have been so much worse.
Inside the cabin the temperature was 64 degrees. Crawling back under the covers was the best of all options. Later I heard the whir of the refrigerator. What a terrific sound. I rose, turned on heat, lights and brewed coffee before sitting down for my devotional time.
Thank you, Lord, for Your protection for me and mine.
but then there are friends who are more loyal than family. Prov. 18:24 CEB
Living in adjacent spaces the horses and bovines became grooming partners. It all began when Buff, the copper-colored Charolais-Angus bull, started licking Bebe’s mane. Soon Jack, the Palomino paint, began grooming Buff and then both horses included Sonny, the Brahma bull.
sow the seeds of justice by their peaceful acts. James 3:18 CEB
Not only did the Great Dane Jackie pal with the baby bovine Holly, she also became friends with the Brahma Sonny. In addition to straddling the bull who was OK with her presence, she also climbed on top of him. A few years later all the critters took up residence in Tennessee.
Siddhartha, the wanderer, just showed up one day and made fast friends with Jack, the Palomino paint. Sid stayed on the Tennessee farm with the other canine rescues, two horses and three pet cattle.
and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him. 1 John 4:16b NKJV
Jackie, (R) a Great Dane and runt of a litter of 17, was all energy, play and love. She became pals with the bovines with ease. Here she and Holly, a less than three-month old heifer, are searching the gravel for some nuggets that only they could find.
Below: When Sonny, the Holstein-Brahma, was adopted at 11 days old he was the only bovine in the company of 30 rescued canines. He was eight months old when Holly, who was 45 days old, came to live with us. For Sonny, it was love-at-first-sight. The amour remains today.
When Holly joined the farm at 45 days old she turned Sonny’s head
How manifold are Your works! In wisdom You have made them all. Psalms 104:24 a NKJ
are in His sanctuary. Ps. 96:6b NKJ
Snowball blooms brightly
In Your presence is fullness of joy;
At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Ps. 16:11
Amid cedar branches with a few snowflakes a cardinal momentarily takes refuge
And the breath of all mankind? Job 11:10 NKJV
A closer look at wildflower visitor
And that my soul knows very well. Ps. 139:14 NKJV
Autumn mushrooms in duplicate
Each day I return to the large animals’ quarters there is a new crop of mushrooms in varying shapes, sizes and colorful displays, having pushed their heads up through soil and pine needles beside fallen leaves.
arrayed like one of these. Luke 12:27 NKJV
White carnation and gladiola blooms grace tiny space
These white carnations and gladiola blooms retrieved from the trash at work thrill me with their beauty—and the simple pleasure they elicit with every glance.
and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on earth Gen. 1:22 NKJV
Doe and twin fawns help themselves to crapapples
Doe takes note with twin fawns nearby
After eating crabapples off the ground twin fawns look my way
Fawn stops eating crabapples to lick self
planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season Ps. 1:3 NKJV
Mushrooms multiply in beauty
than a house full of feasting, with strife Prov. 17:1 NIV
Wild rabbit sits and waits
It had sprinkled,
the grass was damp with
another spritz on the way.
Would a wild rabbit wait for me to retrieve the
camera from atop the refrigerator in the cabin?
The answer was indeed, yes!
the whole earth is full of his glory Is. 6:3 NOAB
and he will give you the desires of your heart Ps 37:4 (NOAB)
Mock orange bloom
“Peace be with you.” John 20:19 (NOAB)
Sonny close up at gate
Sonny peers over gate after trees removed
Recently Sonny brought down several two-inch diameter trees, 15 ft. tall or more. From the cabin the crunching of branches under hooves and backside scratching on hanging debris rang, “I’m looking for a way out!”
This morning with axe and loppers I loosed remnants from root and stump. Next they were thrown outside of Sonny’s space.
When finished I sighed. Now he can amble around clutter-free and peace filled me.
the world and those who dwell therein Ps 24:1 (NOAB)
The earth is the Lord's
the promise of the Lord proves true; he is a shield for all those who take refuge in him. Ps 18:30 (NOAB)
For three days I cut grass with a push mower and delivered the cuttings to my farm pals: Sonny, Holly, Buff, Jack and Bebe.
Hay is scarce. Following droughts in neighboring states farmers and ranchers learning of available supplies in West Tennessee traveled with their trailers and hauled full loads back to their animals.
Following breakfast grain Bebe diness on hay
The local farm supply held out serving locals until there was no more. Last weekend I found someone who had older rolls of mixed grass. Two rolls were delivered the next day. While it lacks that fresh, sweet scent my group is accustomed to at least the cattle will eat it with a sprinkling of green. Except for the edges it is too rough to feed the horses.
Jack eats Bermuda with breakfast
Buff washes up while standing in the morning sun
Yesterday I connected with the person who delivered nine square bales of Bermuda a week ago, and he brought us 15 squares.
We have hay. We have fuel. We have grain and chow for all of us. Everyone is in relatively good health. And we have a safe place to sleep and good tenants for neighbors.
Life is good on the farm thanks to God’s grace.