Chronological Bible Study 2019

I do Bible studies from time to time. I’ve attempted the “read the Bible in a year” plans, but never keep up with them for more than a few months. Then start over. *sigh*

A friend of mine mentioned she had read the Bible chronologically and enjoyed the change of pace. The Bible doesn’t happen in the order it is presented. It is grouped into categories: 1. Torah (also known as the Law or the Pentateuch); 2. History; 3. Poetry; 4. Prophets (major and minor); 5. Gospels; and 6. Letters.

While a lot of it is fairly chronological, I was surprised to find some books overlap others as far as timelines go. Job, for example, is located in the poetry section,  but has always been considered the oldest story in the Bible and when you look at the timeline, you find Job’s story is dated between Genesis 6-10 (The great flood) and Genesis 11 (Tower of Babel.) lists the Bible stories in chronological order. The first book and chapter they start with is John 1. (more about why I find this fascinating coming soon in another post) 

I reviewed several chronological plans on the YouVersion Bible app, but they weren’t the right fit for me. I do better with smaller reading plans (4 to 7 days). Anything with the word “chronological” in it is going to be much larger and more intense (There are 1189 chapters from Genesis to Revelations). It’s easy for me to get overwhelmed, fall  behind, and buckle under the pressure of catching up, missing the whole point of studying the Bible.

Therefore I took the lists from ( and created a spreadsheet. (You will soon learn, if you don’t already know, how much I love spreadsheets.) I’m starting with 90 chapters. Instead of marking it off in date ranges, I am currently marking it off by chapter. If I read one chapter a day, it will take over three years to finish this study.

Is that all I’m going to do?!? Of course not!!! The part of a Bible study the holds my attention and helps me retain what I’ve learned is the devotionals/commentary. Let’s face it, one chapter a day is not a challenge. A 4 to 7 day study plan is pretty much a piece of cake as well. So, I’m combining the two concepts by finding a small plan, or even several small plans, to read alongside the chronological reading. 

I’m officially on day 2 and have already found some fascinating tidbits to spur me forward. Instead of keeping these notes stashed away on my Kindle or in a Word document, I thought I’d utilize this blog page. It’s just sitting here collecting dust, I might as well put it to work!

The Valley of Shadows

One good thing about journaling is that I can go back and see how far I have come. The bad thing is realizing I’m still wrestling with the same fear, just different circumstances. What if I fail? What if I succeed? Where am I going? Why haven’t I gotten there yet? What if everyone realizes I’m a big fraud? Am I a big fraud?

Don’t worry, my senses come back just about the time I need a tranquilizer. I take a deep breath and God reminds me how much I have succeeded even amongst my fear. It’s probably why the 23rd Psalms is one of my favorite passages. *Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.*

I don’t know if David was without fear, or if he just didn’t let fear stop him from getting things done. I am the latter. I am terrified with every new decision, but I still find myself taking that step of faith in whatever I do.

There have been bad times. But, I don’t regret them anymore, because I didn’t stay there. They didn’t keep me down. I must remember this when I face a new challenge and wonder what on earth I’ve gotten myself into.


New Year’s Resolutions 2017



I love New Year resolutions. You can set all sorts of goals—big or small, outrageous or conservative, anything you want. The only pressure involved is the pressure you put on yourself.


A quick google search shows the top 10 New Year’s resolutions are as follows:

  1. Lose Weight
  2. Getting Organized
  3. Spend Less, Save More
  4. Enjoy Life to the Fullest
  5. Staying Fit and Healthy
  6. Learn Something Exciting
  7. Quit Smoking
  8. Help Others in Their Dreams
  9. Fall in Love
  10. Spend More Time with Family

If you throw in: Read more books and write every day, you get the gist of my own list.

Another quick google search shows that only about 8% of the people who make New Year’s resolutions keep them. Although that is not surprising, it also doesn’t deter me from setting them. There is something empowering about the tradition of setting a new goal on the first day of a brand-new year.

A new beginning. A fresh start. A do-over.

I can’t help myself. I must set the bar just out of reach so I have something to strive for.

What is your New Year’s resolution?

Changing my name

I’m changing the name of my blog. It’s something I have been contemplating for a while and decided it was time to embrace.

I am shy. I am insecure. I deal with low self esteem. I am an over thinker. I am high maintenance. I am a perfectionist. 

I am a late bloomer.

I’ve been meaning to get back to my blog for a while. I even have a list of blog ideas, but I never seem to find the time. It may be another six months before I blog again, but I hope not. That’s not the plan anyway.

Ah, the plan. What was that again? Oh, that’s right. Finish my novel and get it published. How’s it going? Well, I keep saying I’m on the last draft, but then I keep finding more to fix.


Here’s what I know about being a perfectionist. It keeps me from finishing things because they just aren’t right yet. Almost, but not yet.

Yes. I know it’s time to move on. Yes. I have one more critique to do. Yes. I will have corrections from that critique.

BUT… It’s also time to…Work on my query letter. Work on the synopsis. Make a list of agents I want to query.

It’s time to bloom.




When you can’t turn it OFF

One of the downfalls of being a writer is how difficult it is to read a book or watch a movie just for pleasure. The more I write, edit, rewrite, and edit again, the harder it is to turn it “off.” I recently saw the movie Steele Magnolias. After all this time, I still remembered every line, all the happiness and the sadness. Then in the iconic scene when Julia Roberts suffered from a diabetic attack, the other characters explained what was happening—her blood sugar was too high, and she needed orange juice to bring it down…

I thought—WHAAAAT?

My youngest son has type I diabetes. I am familiar with all the highs and lows, AND how to handle them. While Steele Magnolias is a fantastic movie and deserves all the awards it won, this was a serious mistake. If they had only called it a blood sugar “crash,” everything would have been fine. Instead, their error took me out of the story—it was no longer believable.

You can call it “artistic license” and most people would agree. When I first started writing, I fudged the facts to make a scene work, but it never did. I decided I’d rather strive to keep my writing authentic. I want people to enjoy my stories, instead of putting them down because I attacked a castle the wrong way or used the word “pursed” to many times.

New read #1 for 2016: The Uninvited by Cat Winters

UninvitedblurbIvy Rowan crawls out of her sickbed, weakened by the Spanish flu, to discover her father and youngest brother have brutally murdered a German immigrant. She assumes their drunken rage stems from the recent death of her other brother, who lost his life fighting in the war (WWI). Though she hasn’t fully recovered from the flu, she leaves her mother behind and flees the house. There is a brief mention of a “gift” she and her mother share of seeing “uninvited” guests, ghosts of the dearly departed who only appear when someone has died.

Ivy finds herself immersed in a sick and dying world, full of disease and fear. The authorities gloss over the immigrant’s death as a random act of violence committed by passing vagrants. Most of the German and other immigrants are gone, scared off or accused and arrested for being anti-American. Ivy enters into a relationship with Daniel, the brother of the murdered man. She endures hateful leers from an old family friend that actually calls her a whore at one point. She risks the accusation of treason, but can’t stop herself from being with Daniel. Ivy starts helping two Red Cross volunteers, an immigrant/war widow and a young black girl. They take an ambulance to the south side in the middle of the night helping the sick the hospital won’t, and people are getting better.

I didn’t know much about the Spanish flu before reading this book. I have heard of it, just didn’t realize the impact it had across the world. When Ivy and many other people were recovering from the flu, I wasn’t convinced. It was too good to be true. Writing 101: it must be believable, no matter what the story is. I was so confused that I looked up the Spanish flu and found how it was unique in that it attacked the young healthy adult population more than children and elderly.

I also wondered where all the “uninvited” guests were. It’s the title of the book after all. Ivy saw “departed” people here and there, but no one died because of it.

It didn’t hit me until one scene where Ivy and Daniel drank too much and ransacked Daniel’s home. As they lay in bed, sleeping it off, she hears someone walking down the hall, exclaiming about the mess, even cleaning up a bit. Daniel never stirs. The person even comes into the room and moves things around. Ivy is petrified, but the stranger never sees her laying in the bed with Daniel. My first thought was, Daniel is the one that died… wait, but he and she had… this is weird. Ivy believes she saw Daniel’s dead brother, but now I think Daniel is the one who died and wonder what kind of book am I reading that people have relations with ghosts…

Ivy runs back home, begging her mother for information. The Spanish flu is so vast that the veil between the living and the dead is shredded. Her mother admits that her father murdered an innocent man because of Ivy, not her brother. Ivy died from the Spanish flu. So little was known about the epidemic that it was easy to blame the closest enemy at hand: German immigrants. No matter what kind of bastard her father was, and he was a bastard, he had loved his daughter and her death was too much for him to take.

So wait… if Ivy died from it, than how did she interact with everyone she met? Exactly. They were all dead too. All uninvited guest.

Impressed can’t even begin to describe how I felt about this twist. Cat Winters designed her misdirection so well, that when all the pieces fell into place, I felt as if I should have known it from the beginning, but was glad I didn’t. What an amazing journey.

Visit Cat Winters website for more

Goals vs. Resolutions

I recently read some place that it’s better to make GOALS instead of New Year’s RESOLUTIONS. For some reason I like the sound of “Goals” better than “Resolutions”, because like most people, I never keep my resolutions longer than the first month–if I’m lucky. A goal though, can be set any time, any where, any way, shape, or form.

I confess I can jump off the deep end faster than no body’s business, but that’s the fun part of making goals. I love lists. I don’t always complete my lists, but I love making them.

I want this year to be different. Only I can make sure that it happens, but still, there is an accountability I’m looking for, so I’m putting it out there for all the world (or at least the handful of people that read my blog) can see.

I recently asked a friend where she finds all of her writing challenges. She seems to have a new one every month. To my surprise she said she makes them up to give her something to strive for. Talk about a smack to the forehead! Way to think outside of the box! Sometimes I have to really work at that. I claim some level of creativity, or I wouldn’t be writing, but more times than not, I find myself safe and sound in my little corner of the world–in my comfort zone–and out of step with creative juices flowing around me.

Well, I’m here to say I’m shaking off the dust from my laptop and getting back into the saddle!

Goals! I can set goals! I have 4 so far:

Goal #1: Read at least 1 new book a month. I’m a terrible reader. It’s hard to sit still long enough to finish a book. If I don’t make it to 12, I will at least strive for 6. I like reading the same books over and over again. So, as of January, I’m going to attempt to finish a new book. My first choice is: The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kids. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Goal #2: Write something new EVERYDAY. I’m not sure how long I should make this goal, so I’m going to start with 2 weeks–14 days. This does not include Facebook or Twitter posts, but it can be anything written down on paper, in my journal, or even a blog post {wink wink}.

Goals #3 and #4 will kind of go hand in hand with Goal #2, but these are challenges I can track on Twitter, so I will list them.

Goal #3: 30 Poems in 30 Days — I just like the sound of that. I’ve written my first “draft” tonight. It’s not really a poem yet, but it’s something that’s been on my mind the last few days and it felt good to get it on paper.

Goal #4: Blog at least once a month. This won’t be as hard as reading a new book each month, but I have such a hard time with discipline I think this is a reasonable goal that can be stretched. I plan on blogging more than once a month, but will set the bar no farther up…for now.

So there you have it. Now it’s your turn to hold me accountable! (Believe me, I need all the help I can get!)

Hold your face

So, the other day I was pulling out of the church parking lot and had to cross traffic. I hate crossing traffic. It’s the epitome of unwanted confrontation. There was a time when I would go a mile or so out of my way just to avoid crossing traffic, but I digress…

So, I’m pulling out across both lanes and I tell my son, “Hold your face!”

Yeah, that’s not what I meant. I was going to say, “Hold your horses!”, but I knew that was wrong. Hold your horses means to slow down, not be prepared. I was so flustered in the moment I couldn’t find the words to say, “Hang onto your hat!” which didn’t feel right anyway. My favorite warning is “Close your eyes.” {insert evil laugh here}

The best part was when my son said, “I knew what you meant, I was just waiting for your to figure it out.” He cracks me up.

I started thinking about all the family clichés I grew up with. My dad used to ask, “A/C?” which meant “All clear?” until the day my grandma responded, “Yes” because she thought he meant “Anything coming?”

One of my favorites from dad is, “Half past eating time, time to eat again.” I’m proud to say I’ve past that one on to the next generation. Another one is, “Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry?” or how about, “Come back when you can’t stay so long.”

My mom had a few I always liked, “Better to be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.” and “I fear neither God nor man, but give this woman what she wants.”

It makes me smile to know I’m passing on a great tradition of family clichés and hopefully adding a few of my own: “They’ll get glad in the same pants they got made in” and “Kill them with kindness” ~~ Okay, those aren’t mine either, but they have helped me more times than not.

My contributions would include, “They only have as much power as you give them,” and “Maybe the grass is greener on the other side, because their septic tank is broken.”

Clichés can be, well, so cliché–but they can also be a connection to a fond memory that should be passed along, no matter how many times my dad says, “I wouldn’t be this old if I hadn’t lived this long!”

Writing Prompt #7: Every important call is a close one.

At first, I wasn’t sure what to make of this one and started in a whole different direction, but I was too tired to finish, so I slept on it and see exactly what I want to say this morning. I love how the mind works like that. So, what does it mean “Every important call is a close one”? Think back to any important decision. Was it difficult? Easy? It’s possible to have an “easy” important decision, I suppose, but what’s the fun in talking about that?

No. It’s the difficult ones we appreciate or regret. Unfortunately, regretting seems to be more common. Regretting makes my ass twitch. I’ve done enough of it in my life that I refuse to go down that road any more than I have to. Appreciation, on the other hand, is like a leaf on the wind and hard to catch. Regret is a more common path, because it clings to you like a ball and chain adding link after link with every decision you make.

The truth is, most people receive appreciation for the things they do and say, but are so weighed down by the chains of regret, or even bitterness and guilt, that they don’t  believe they deserve the leaf as it floats by. Something else that makes my ass twitch. STOP IT. How? By making different choices. Easy to say, hard to do, especially when you are carrying around about a 1,000 pounds of regret. But it is a choice.

Choice is power. You do have the power to let go of the regret as hard as it is to believe. You have the power to accept appreciation. You just have to choose. It’s an important call, and it doesn’t have to be a close one.