Friday, January 19, 2018

Give Away & Interview with Mesu Andrews: Isaiah's Daughter Blog Tour

Anne here. Shout out to all our faithful CCC readers!
I had agreed to host Mesu before we decided to close down CCC. So please follow the link to my new blog site to join up with Mesu this week!

https://onmydirtroad.blogspot.com

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Give Away & Find Anne's New Blog: On My Dirt Road...

Dear CCC followers, I'd love it if you stopped by my new author blog that is now linked to my author website. Come by this week, follow the blog, make a comment, subscribe to my website newsletter for a chance to win a give away! See you there! Anne's new blog: On My Dirt Road...

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Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots. 
Nurse Practitioner by day. 
Wife, mother, writer by night. 
Coffee drinker--any time.
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Thursday, January 4, 2018

The Time Has Come ...

Dear faithful readers of Coffee Cups & Camisoles ...

it's with fulfilled and yet bittersweet hearts that we share that Coffee Cups & Camisoles is closing up blog. It's been a five-year run, first beginning with Anne and Jaime, then we added Erica, and finally, Gabrielle joined our foursome.

We've seen ALL FOUR OF US PUBLISHED. We've celebrated many new releases with you. We've shared many stories, many heart-feelings, and most of all, we have met YOU!!

So, what happens next?

We're not going anywhere, not really. We're just re-establishing our online "hangouts".

Anne will be around online and you can find her here: www.anneloveauthor.com

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Gabrielle will be around online and you can find her here:

Gabrielle's Facebook
Gabrielle's Books on Amazon
Gabrielle's Books on Goodreads
Gabrielle's My Website
Gabrielle's  Newsletter

Erica will be around online and you can find her here:
She's also blogging at seekerville.blogspot.com on the 22nd of each month, at http://www.hhhistory.com/ on the 10th of each month,  and at www.novelrocket.com quarterly on the 3rd of the month. 

Jaime will be around online and you can find her here:

Web site: www.jaimejowright.com 
Facebook: www.facebook.com/jaimejowright
Twitter: www.twitter.com/jaimejowright 
Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/jaimejowright 
Instagram: www.Instagram.com/jaimejowright 
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/author/show/13916081.Jaime_Jo_Wright


Thank you all for five wonderful years!!!!

Monday, December 25, 2017

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Remembering Monday's Devo: Jesus & Aleppo

Anne here. This week's post on Monday reminds us that sometimes the Christmas holiday brings out the stark lacking we have in our ordinary lives when held to the light of the Kingdom of Christ coming to this earth. Sometimes we just need a little help to invite Him into our most unexpected places. We all experience loss, sadness, disappointments, and the "blahs".  Let's remember this post from last year. I believe God gives us imaginations for His holy and divine touch, the place where faith and mystery give us a scope to trust the outcome, that our smaller stories are placed within His bigger story. Mary couldn't have known that night in the stable, amid the smells and darkness, how her uncertain story would fit into the larger story. If you've been feeling stuck in lack or loss, in pain or suffering, or just need a new way to invite faith--reread last year's imaginings of how Christ might have come...if he were born tonight...into our world...

I imagine if Jesus were born tonight, he might just have been born in a place like Aleppo, Syria. In wretched darkness. In a roached out shell of a house. To a frightened young girl waiting for a savior. Into an impossible situation. Where hope in men and government is lost, and the good news of His new government is announced to a mottle crew of homeless sheep herders outside of the bombed out city. Only the appearance of angels would be enough to rock them out of their usual cycle of hopelessness to hope for a lasting peace agreement.

By Judith Mehr for a boy in Aleppo

Night pilots flying their private jets would be stunned by the bright lights over Aleppo as they navigate the airspace. Fearing the city is ablaze from the fire of bombs, their hearts sink further wishing they might have carried the mission that would bring peace. But before they turn back from the city in defeat, they realize the light is not the blaze of total annihilation, but of a great star's light. Curious, they land in stealth mode in the desert planes and sneak through the streets in the cover of darkness until they reach a bombed out house. Bricks and mortar. Rubble and broken boards litter their way as they hear the cries of a baby within. A herd of lost dogs and cats abandoned by owners who've died or left the city in haste are nestled close to the warmth of the doorway. Inside, a young girl and her husband huddle to wrap a baby to sooth the cries that might announce his presence to the prowling evil lurking in the city. How had this beautiful thing happened here, in this city of hopeless darkness?

One pilot takes his helmet and turns it upside down. He takes a shiny metal from his lapel and places it inside, handing it to the next pilot who retrieves a special coin from his pocket to place it inside. The third pilot slides the ring from his right hand, the one he never flies without, but he places it within as they three kneel there. None speaks, for they share only the common language of giving homage despite such peril all around. The awareness of holiness permeates the dark night air that blows through the tattered curtains of the shot out windows. The infant's mother smiles humbly at each of them as she takes the helmet full of their costly gifts before they leave on their way.

As the airmen escape the darkened hovel of the city, the mother looks at the young man beside her to squeeze his hand. The babe before them sleeps as the sound of jet planes scream overhead. Footsteps and hollering fill the street outside, nearing ever closer when a man finds his way inside their threshold to warn them they must flee to the desert for a time....


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Luke 2:2
"And it came to pass in those days that a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. 2 This census first took place while Quirinius was governing Syria."

Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, 5 to be registered with Mary, his betrothed wife,[a] who was with child. 6 So it was, that while they were there, the days were completed for her to be delivered. 7 And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

8 Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9 And behold,[b] an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid. 10 Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. 11 For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. 12 And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.”

13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying:

14 “Glory to God in the highest,
And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!”
15 So it was, when the angels had gone away from them into heaven, that the shepherds said to one another, “Let us now go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has come to pass, which the Lord has made known to us.” 16 And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the Babe lying in a manger. 17 Now when they had seen Him, they made widely known the saying which was told them concerning this Child. 18 And all those who heard it marveled at those things which were told them by the shepherds. 19 But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 Then the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told them.

We read Luke 2 in Sunday School class this morning and all shared our fresh thoughts on the birth of Christ. Then a friend shared how she'd wakened at 6 a.m. relieved that CNN coverage of politics had a reprieve--instead they covered the story of Aleppo. Heartbreaking, she shared. Then she apologized, "sorry to be such a Debby-downer here, but seriously, where are you God?" We were reminded that our greatest enemies here in the western world are complacency and lack of desperation for Jesus to come. We don't know how to pray. We feel hopeless and helpless as shepherds in the fields to make any impact on such governmental political matters and conditions.

But we have been told by this Christ man-child how to pray. 
We have been told he has come to bring great tidings of joy and peace toward all men.
We have been told we are the light of the world.
So, take off your helmets. Place your most precious possessions within and offer them to the King.
Ask Him to bring His will on earth as it is in heaven. Bring His will to our complacency.
Bring His will to make us desperate for Him to incarnate here. Now.
In every darkness. In every broken place. 
Prepare Him room.

If Jesus came tonight, He might just come to Aleppo.
He might just come into your darkness. Your brokenness.
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Credit to above painting to Judith Mehr, who writes this of the painting: "Well, here is my obsession I have been involved with for the past two months. I painted this new 60" x 48" painting, entitled "Omran, Angels Are Here," because I saw that picture of the little boy in the ambulance seat who had just been pulled out of the rubble of a bombed building in Aleppo, Syria. I really wanted to comfort that boy so I thought of Angels coming to attend to him. Judith Mehr."

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Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots. 
Nurse Practitioner by day. 
Wife, mother, writer by night. 
Coffee drinker--any time.
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Monday, December 18, 2017

4 Steps to Renew Your Hope at Christmas: Guest Post by Sarah Forgrave

We welcome Sarah Forgrave this week:


4 Steps to Renew Your Hope at Christmas

Have you noticed there’s a lot of pressure to be joyful during the Christmas season?

With phrases like “Joy to the World,” “Merry and Bright,” and “Happy Holidays” being spoken everywhere we turn, it’s no wonder depression can set in.

Sure, it’s easy to be merry and bright when life is good and you’re surrounded by family and love and warmth.

But the reality is, not everyone experiences warm fuzzies this time of year.

Loss can be magnified, a diagnosis can turn your world upside down, and strained relationships can seem even more distant when “peace on earth” is the expectation.

You might wonder, “How can I celebrate Christmas when I’m hurting so deeply?”

Can I let you in on a secret?

Jesus didn’t come for the people with perfect lives and pious facades. He came for the hurting and broken. The left behind and forgotten.


In fact, that’s how He came into this world—in a cave intended for animals. A last resort that was far from comfortable and the opposite of excessive.

From the moment He was born, He sent a message to the world. He wasn’t here for those who wanted someone powerful and extravagant to worship. He was here for those who wanted someone to meet them in their pain.

This Son of God who could have stayed in His heavenly paradise chose to come to earth for you.

What is your hard place right now? What circumstance makes you cringe when you hear the words “jolly,” “merry,” or “joyful”?

Can I suggest these four steps to renew your hope?

1. Be honest with God.

While the world might pressure you to be happy this time of year, don’t put the mask on with God. He already knows what you’re thinking and feeling. He wants you to be real with Him and look to Him for comfort.

2. Find someone else who understands.

With all the merriment around you, it might feel like you’re the only one struggling. I promise you’re not. Reach out to a trusted friend in whom you can confide. Or perhaps look for a support group in your area (grief support, cancer support, etc.). Churches are a great place to start when searching.

3. Soak up God’s Word.

Particularly read the Gospels (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John) for reminders of Jesus’ life on earth. You might even want to track or mark the passages where He experienced a human struggle or met someone hurting and broken.

4. Help someone else.

One of the best ways to move from broken to hopeful is by helping someone else who’s hurting. If you’re facing loneliness and grief, you might serve a Christmas meal at a local homeless shelter. If you’re facing illness, perhaps you could put together a gift basket for someone else in the hospital. (This post has a list of gift ideas.)

Most importantly, remember that you’re not alone this season.

Not only are there other hurting people around you, but there’s a God in heaven who is much closer than you might think.

“For we do not have a High Priest Who is unable to understand and sympathize and have a shared feeling with our weaknesses and infirmities and liability to the assaults of temptation.” (Hebrews 4:15a, AMPC)

This same High Priest planned the Christmas holiday long before you were born. He chose to become fully man in the form of an innocent baby. To arrive not with pomp and circumstance, but with humble beginnings.

To understand and feel your struggle.

The secret to renewing your hope isn’t found in forced holiday cheer; it’s found in centering your vision on HIM.

May you sense His presence in the coming days.





Bio:

Sarah Forgrave is an author and wellness coach who loves encouraging others in their health and faith. In addition to her book, Prayers for Hope and Healing (Harvest House, October 2017), her writing credits include contributions to The Gift of Friendship, Guideposts’ A Cup of Christmas Cheer, and the webzine Ungrind. When she’s not writing or teaching, she loves to shop at Trader Joe’s or spend time with her husband and two children in their Midwest home. Visit Sarah at www.sarahforgrave.com, or at the following sites:



Prayers for Hope and Healing cover copy:


Amid Pain and Weakness…There is HOPE

Serious or chronic medical issues bring a litany of painful and confusing feelings that only someone else who’s been in a similar situation could possibly understand. Sarah Forgrave has walked the difficult road you find yourself on. And she empathizes with the uncertain future you face.

No matter the road ahead, you don’t have to face it alone. Even in the depths of your worst emotional and physical pain, God is right there beside you, offering His comfort, love, and peace.

As you read these heartfelt prayers and devotions, let this book be your manual to help navigate the difficult set of emotions that come with health issues. Read it front to back or go directly to the devotion addressing how you feel at any given moment…when you need it the most.


Above all, know that you are never, ever alone.

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Friday, December 15, 2017

Happy Anniversary

Erica Here:

Tomorrow marks my 28th Wedding Anniversary! WOW! That's so hard to even imagine. Where has the time gone?

We were so young! And so in love!


Here we are, many years later, not quite as young, but more in love than ever. Here's to many more years, Lord willing!

If you're married, which anniversary is 2017 for you?

ERICA VETSCH can’t get enough of history, whether it’s reading, writing, or visiting historical sites. She’s currently writing another historical romance and plotting which history museum to conquer next! You can find her online at www.ericavetsch.com and on her Facebook Page where she spends WAY TOO MUCH TIME! www.facebook.com/EricaVetschAuthor/