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Feb Update & Chap. 4




Carolyn R. Scheidies


415 E 15th Kearney, NE 68847-6959 (308) 234-3849


From hopelessness and despair to healing and hope.

Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all you who hope in the Lord.

Psalm 31:24 NKJV


February 2005: Vol. 4





This Month: Hearts turn to love

Author: Books Does sending a book to an author for an autograph sound too hard on the budget? Here's what to do.

Articles/Poems/Etc. Always and Forever, A Reflection of Him, Dear Lord,

Speaker: Will I be in your area? Schedule.

Blog: Birthday thoughts.

Cyber Serial: Who are You Mr. Smith? Chapter Four

Resources & Links: Valentine's Day fun, Free Bible software with Quickverse

Classifieds: Need help with your manuscript? Autographed Chicken Soup for the Pre-Teen Soul 2? Newsletters?

Final note

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The month our hearts turn to love. Either we celebrate those we love or feel the loneliness of loss. But there is a love that is available every month, every day, every moment. Jesus offers us unconditional love that is always there to protect, comfort and help.


As He loves us, so we can reach out to love, not just those who love us, but those who may not have anyone. That's the truest love of all.


Check out the web site for more links, and article on Valentine's Day and more.


Reminder: AUTHOR'S CHOICES REVIEWS added a review section for software games Check out the article on violent games as well as game reviews. Want to know about the games your kids want or are playing? Check out these reviews each month.








Recently, I talked about my life story with the topic life is precious. Each life matters, each of us is precious in God's eyes. How can we not, then, help preserve life and reach out to others with God's love?


I felt what I had to say was well received. I was also gratified by the number of books I sold afterward. A big thank you to my friend, and encourager, Gloria who not only saw that I got to my talk, but also set up and worked my book table.


For those who'd like a signed book, but the postage of sending a book to sign seems a bit much, here's what you do. Buy the book from any vendor, local store, Amazon, publisher, etc. Contact author, in this case me. Send SASE (Self-addressed stamped envelope) with a request for a signature. I'll sign a nice bookplate (sticker) and return in your envelope ready for you to add to your book.






We think of Valentine's Day as a day of love, but real love isn't about flowers and candy. It isn't about an emotion called love. It is about a priest long ago who defied the Roman government and died as a result. He was a man of integrity who showed what real love was all about. ( Love is putting the needs of others ahead of our own. It is caring simply because it's the right thing to do. It is protecting those who cannot protect themselves.


ALWAYS & FOREVER (Seasons of Love gift booklet


Love is more than roses and candy kisses,

More than good times, romance and bliss.

Love is forgiving, forgetting and caring,

Love is commitment, the good and bad sharing,

Love is the union of two sweethearts,

Union of emotions, mind, soul and heart.

Love is not perfect...Im not its true,

But Darling, Ill always and forever love you!





Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is strong as death; ...Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned (despised). Song of Solomon 8:6-7


Love is...Warm, cuddly.

Sentimental, snugly,

Googly eyes Passionate sighs,

Love is all this.


Love is more...Holding tight

Even when all's not right,

When he's got the virulent fluor you.

How can you resist?


Love is Deeper--higher,

A cleansing fire,

Forgiving wrongs, Holding on,

Faithful to the end.


For true love is A reflection

Of Christ's resurrection,

Sacrifice at Calvary, Giving all for love--truly

Sets us free.



Lord, in a culture where vows mean little, help me to stand by mine not only physically, but also mentally. Help me to screen my thoughts and actions that my love might stand strong for you and for the one

I vow to love "'til death do we part." Amen


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The following is by Rob Gwin.


Dear Lord,


Please forgive me for my ways.


I know I desire to SEE Your face,

But don't look for it always.


I desire to HEAR Your voice,

But I don't listen for it everywhere.


I know I desire to FEEL Your touch,

But I don't let You touch me enough.


Lord, please shine through me, out of my eyes,

So others might glimpse a part of You--not me.


Lord, please soften my words, add love to them,

So others might hear You--not me.


Lord, please help me seek You always,

Search for You continually,

Pursue You with passon.



2005 Rob Gwin






I am looking to expand both my review columns and my issues columns to other forums. We'll see what happens. Meanwhile, I am booking signings and speaking engagements for next year.


Speaker Schedule Spring 2005

April 30--Hastings Entertainment, GI (Signing)

April 18--UNK (Speaking on Feature Articles)

April 16--Waldenbooks, Kearney (Signing with Stephanie Whitson)

April 9--Hastings Entertainment, 1041 E 23rd St, Freemont, NE 2-4 pm (Signing)

April 8--Borders, 13105 Birch Dr, Omaha, NE 7 pm (Discussion/signing)

March 7--Doulos Leadtime, Branson, MO (Speaking/Signing)

March 1--Nebraska Food & Gift, Hastings (Signing with Laura Sherwood)

February 12--Friends of the Library Book Banter Author's Panel,


Speaker brochure with all topics available as a free download at the web site.






Another month. Just had another birthday. I can't believe so many years have gone by, a lifetime of hopes and dreams, memories both good and bad. Most of all, I remain thankful for each new day. I've made lots of mistakes, and more are coming up, I'm sure, but a new day means a second chance to live in hope, to ask forgiveness, to extend graciousness and make amends. What a privilege each day as I rise to be able to say, "This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." Psa 118:24









(Romantic mystery)

2004 By Carolyn R. Scheidies




She whispered, "Who are you?"


For an instant, exasperation flashed across his handsome face reminding Ann sharply of her nightmare. "Who are you?" Her voice wavered.


She tensed as Daryl's palm cupped her face: then relaxed at his feather light touch. "Shh," he soothed. "You were merely having a nightmare. It's just me, your...." Again that ever so slight hesitation, "husband. Everything will be all right."


Despite her apprehension, Daryl's gentleness calmed her, and her heart warmed toward him. Silently, she scolded herself for her suspicions. Why would this man claim to be her husband if he wasn't?


Then again. With the bruising she noted on her arms and legs, she doubted her face was much better. Absently, she fingered the bandage around her head. At least the elephant herd no longer thundered through her head.


"Pretty bad nightmare," she admitted. "You were not what you seemed." Did something flicker in his eyes? A cold, hard knot formed in her stomach.


Though part of her mind sent up flags of caution, Ann couldn't deny the man touched something deep inside her. If only. Her thoughts skittered here and there while Daryl's low tone soothed, the words he murmured less important than his tone. He cared; he really cared.


Relaxing, Ann struggled to keep her eyes open, struggled to stay awake. There were questions she needed answered. Where did they live? Work? Where did they come from and where were they headed? How did the accident happen?


Ann had a hazy impression of Daryl's rough command, another car hurtling at them from the darkness.


"Daryl the car!" It was all she managed to get out, before she once more fell asleep.


The room was dark when she awoke. The heavy curtains had been drawn over the long, squat windows. A pencil-thin beam of light drew a line on the polished floor from the partially open door. Unable to sleep, Ann repositioned her pillow and tucked the covers more firmly about herself.


When that didn't work, she turned over to shut out the light from the hallway, but it hurt to lie on her side. Lying back, she sighed and closed her eyes in an attempt to force sleep. It didn't work. She was counting sheep, "Fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight," when the minute squeak of the door alerted her.


She assumed it was a nurse on her nighttime rounds. Good, she'd ask for something to help her sleep. To bad she hadn't thought to ask earlier? Opening her eyes, she expected to see a nurse in the light of the small flashlight each carried on their rounds at night. She almost blurted out her request before realizing her visitor was not a nurse. It wasn't even a medic, at least none she'd ever seen. Not unless they now wore dark turtlenecks, jeans and sneakers.


Ann clutched her covers to her chest as the shadow sidled furtively around the room, rifling through her meager belongings and the empty closet made available for patients. A giggle tickled her throat. Her unwanted visitor knew more of what she had than she did herself. Had Daryl rescued her suitcase?


A curse sounded in the darkness as the shadow connected with a chair. The intruder straightened. Waited, silent in the darkness. Ann sensed he listened for her. Her breath caught in her throat as she forced air in and out of her lungs, slowly, deliberately as though she slept.


It seemed an eternity before her visitor moved again. Systematically, he rummaged through everything in the room. Within moments, he'd turn on her. Ever so slowly she inched her hand toward the buzzer. Cradling it in her palm, she fingered the controls. In the dark, she had a difficult time discerning between the red button to call the nurses, the blue button to turn on the television set on an angled platform near the ceiling, and the black button that controlled the bed.


Confused she pushed. Suddenly the television flicked on, blaring into the darkness. Drat. She hit the wrong button. Before she jammed another button, the night visitor jerked around, dark eyes glittering in the flickering light of the television, eyes that seemed strangely familiar. Sucking in a breath, Ann pushed another button. This time the foot of the bed zoomed toward her. Another push and the bed began to rise.


The visitor lunged toward her. This time her finger touched the button lowering the bed that trapped the intruder's hand between the frame and the mattress. His curses sounded loud in the small room.


Ann's hysterical giggle infuriated him. Jerking himself free, he reached for her. For an instant, she froze as the dark figure of her fragmented dream snapped through her mind. It was him! The menace from her nightmare! A menace she knew she seen before.


A black figure in a midnight blue car flared into her mind. As though in slow motion, she watched it hurl toward them out of nowhere; watched in horror as it deliberately veered toward them, forcing their car into the trees that lined the narrow highway like sentinels. She heard the crunch as the car crashed into the bumper of the smaller car and felt the jolt.


Finding herself in a desperate struggle to keep her car on the road, she sensed the tension in the man beside her. His fisted hands gave mute evidence to his wish he, not she, was driving. Time and again, he peered into the twilight at the car, all the while muttering under his breath.


Ann was too busy trying too keep on the road to listen, too scared to scream and too busy for hysterics.


As the memory returned, Ann screamed. Startled, the man hesitated. Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway. Cursing, the intruder shoved by the figure in the doorway and rushed down the hallway.


A decidedly male voice, a familiar voice, called for him to halt. Daryl! She heard scuffling. Heavy footsteps running, followed by other footsteps. A shot rang out. A cry caught in Ann's throat. Please, not Daryl. Please don't let him be hurt or, worse, killed.


A nurse screamed. She heard a string of curses that froze her blood. A security officer demanded to know what was going on. Ann wondered something else.


What was Daryl doing at the hospital in the middle of the night?



Next Month: Chapter Five




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CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE PRETEEN SOUL 2 has been released. Cassandra L. Scheidies, who has a piece in the book, is offering autographed copies for $10 plus $4.00 postage--as long as the copies last. The money will go to help support her work with Doulos Ministries in Branson with at-risk teens. For more information email Subject line: Cassie's book.


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Love is always patient,

Love is always kind,

Love is never envious

Or vaunted up with pride.

Nor is she conceited,

And never is she rude,

Never does she think of self

Or ever get annoyed.

She never is resentful,

Is never glad with sin,

But always glad to side with truth,

Whene'er the truth should win.

She bears up under everything,

Believes the best in all,

There is no limit to her hope,

And never will she fall.

Love never fails I Corinthians 13:4-8a ISV



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