The Glowing Deer

Sitting quietly among the trees, I can hear the soft rustle of the leaves. The sun is glittering through a canopy of wilderness and it’s so quiet I can hear the beating of my heart.

Laying back against the rough bark on a tall tree and looking up toward the sky I can only catch glimpses of the blue through the tree tops and wonder how Christ ever imagined this in His minds eye. Was the sounds of birds and the smell of the damp ground a part of His vision?

In a dreamy state of wondrous imagination I look out beyond the trees. There stands a magnificently graceful gray and white deer. Her head is lowered as she leisurely nips and tugs at the grass beneath her feet. A twitch of her tail signals that she has sensed a foreign presence.

Sitting quietly while holding my breath, I’m afraid the least little movement will frighten her away. Slowly she lifts her head, and as I watch intently, it’s as though her smooth and sleek body begins to take on a glow. There’s a shimmering of brilliance radiating around her.

Trying to focus my eyes I’m determined to see more clearly. My legs cramp but I ignore the discomfort. The radiance about her body begins to hide the trees and underbrush behind her. Her eyes are directed at me, as though her vision can penetrate my flesh. She knows I’m here! I sit stone still and slowly she lowers her head and resumes her feeding.

Ever so slowly I move first one leg, just an inch, then the other leg. I must get closer! I must see what kind of special deer this is that can glow like the moon on a dark night.

Moving as though in slow motion, I place one hand upon the ground. A twig cracks under the pressure of my palm. It sounds like a cannon exploding. Holding my breath I don’t dare move a muscle. My beautiful glowing deer merely blinks her eyes, twitches her white tail, as she continues her claim of the grass around her. Relieved, I release my breath in a long slow sigh.

While praying a silent prayer, I barely inch my body into a crouching position and continue to watch her while anticipation courses through my veins.

The glowing deer pays no attention to my clumsy attempts to sneak, ever so slowly, closer and closer. I can feel the grounds dampness penetrate the material of my pants and the coolness of the ground keeps me from feeling too warm from the afternoon sun. The smell of musty leaves is almost as intoxicating as the vision of the deer before me.

Suddenly, her head shoots up with an alertness of danger nearby. Her body is taunt. She is ready to bolt for safety. The air has become still and there’s a feeling of tension all about. The earlier breezes have suddenly stopped. Sucking in a breath and holding it, I halt all movement. Please God, don’t let me sneeze. Suddenly I feel something, something is on my face, crawling, stinging. I can’t reach up, I can’t move. If I even breath she’ll run. I must see what makes her glow and what that aura of beautiful shimmering light is that is encompassing her body.

Whatever the danger was is gone. She returns cautiously to eat her grass. Only her tail flickers occasionally to signal she’s still aware of her surroundings. Slowly placing one knee onto the soft earth, then the next knee, I cautiously lower one shaking hand after the other onto the moistened leaves. Inching my way another yard closer I gradually become within a foot of her.

Oh what beauty! Her gray hair shines with a sleekness of spun silk as the sun radiates upon her smooth back. I can count the strands of hair that shape her triangular white tail as it tweaks the soft air. The strong and graceful slim legs hold up her proud body and coal black eyes see beyond the trees to search out her mate or see danger lurking.

Can I touch her? If I move slowly, will she allow me to reach out my hand and stroke the softness of her coat? Can I put my hand into the light that encases her sleek and smooth body?

In a silent prayer I ask God to let me touch her, to let me feel what is in that light. Taking a deep breath I can feel something welling up inside of me. Slowly and deliberately I rise onto one knee and closing my eyes I reach out my hands. A warmth, a glow suddenly fills my body. A peace surrounds me, envelops me. I’m lifted to standing and as my eyes open a rush of sheer love and joy penetrates my every cell. As I continue to touch the glow around the deer I hear a soft voice coming from within the light. A voice full of love and melodious joy. Cocking my head slightly I can’t quite make out what it’s saying.

As the peace and love swirl around me, flows through me, I feel as though I’m floating. I’m no longer able to see the deer but I can sense her presence. The soft voice speaks again, only this time it’s as though it’s right next to me. A soft whisper, “This is how heaven is. I love you.”

With my hands still reaching out my eyes open wide. I behold a brilliance so bright and so profound that I’m drawn to it. Is that where the voice came from? My senses are in tune to every whisper now, every note of melody as I float in the rapture of the love, warmth, and peace of the glimmering light.

Suddenly, from far away, I hear footsteps. Closer, coming closer. A shout bursts upon my senses. The words, “Wake up!” shatters my tranquil world. Gradually becoming aware of the bark of the tree gouging into my back, and my legs are stiff, I stretch out my arms and think to myself, “A dream. It was just a dream…or was it!”


Written by Sue Cass and may not be reproduced without express permission.

The Good Ole Essays

Remember back in school, maybe it was elementary school? High School?

We didn’t have Middle schools when I was growing up. We went from kindergarten to the eighth grade and then off to high school. Okay, so I’m aging myself.

I don’t remember exactly in what grade the teacher would have us write a short essay or some little made up story to read to the class, but I always enjoyed it. I’d write some little make believe story about falling in a creek, chasing a dog down the street, or wading out in some lake up to my knees and having minnows nibble at the hairs on my legs or nip at my toes.

My imagination was allowed to flow freely when these assignments were given and I always looked forward to them. Looking back now, since having several fiction and non-fiction books published, I wonder if the Lord wasn’t preparing me, even way back then, for penning books.

Anyway, I decided to do some clearing out a couple of days ago. I have 14 years of support group material still in binders, boxes, and stacks as well as several books. Since I’m no longer leading support groups for women that were sexually abused as children I need to get rid of things.

It’s time to clear those library shelves! And there’s a lot to clear out!

Pulling the lid off one plastic storage box my reaction was, “Oh my gosh!” I found several outlines for testimonies and “sermons” I have given in several churches, women’s groups, and conferences around the United States. I had no idea I had given that many. As I was tossing them in the trash bag for burning in my burn barrel the Lord whispered, “See how many you have touched.”

Thinking about what He said, I realized that we don’t have to give testimonies before crowds or “preach” to touch others. The way we live is the biggest testimony and yes telling our stories is important and we each have a story to tell.

Speaking of stories, I also ran across a story I wrote. This was way back when we typed on typewriters. Computers didn’t exist then. (There’s that age thing again.) I sat reading it and had to laugh. I remember writing it. It was probably the first “real” story I ever wrote. I chuckled and my roommate asked me what I was laughing about and I told her and ended up reading it to her. As I started to toss it in the big black trash bag along with all the other no – need – for items she exclaimed, “You’re not going to trash that!”

“Well, yes I was.”

It ended up on my desk and just for fun I have retyped it and put it as a post. It’s titled, “The Glowing Deer.” It was fun writing, it brings back fond memories, and yes, I think the Lord may have been preparing me. Throughout the years I have tried my hand at little stories and had even tried writing a book. (Which was very rudely rejected so fast it made me stop writing for several years)

Just for fun, save those early writings, those early stories you attempted to write, and like me, years later you can chuckle and enjoy how the Lord was secretly preparing you.

I hope you enjoy it and don’t forget, The Lord will fulfill our dreams, even if we didn’t realize writing was an uncovered dream.

Thanks for coming by and look for the post, “The Glowing Deer.”


A Writer’s Plea

How can I write the words of the past

that will help others to heal from their pain filled past.

How can I talk of the pain and the grief

so publishers will listen and print the words

that show God’s grace of the pain and the grief

in healing my past.

As I write the words that tell my tale

I pray to God that they’ll help others

as they journey alone the same healing path.

Why won’t my articles of God’s love and grace

hit the pages of publications where the power of words

can help so many to heal

from the wounds of a pain filled past.

God helped me to heal and now He says to write

about my journey, the healing of my past.

I write the words He tells me to say

but because of the subject my words go unheard.

I fall to my knees with a resounding plea,

Please Lord, let them know your words can be tender,

yet strong to hear

because of your power

we will heal.


Jonathan Cahn Does it Again!

If Harbinger, Johnathon Cahn’s first book,

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didn’t blow your ever loving mind, I guarantee this one will! I have asked myself many times, What has happened to my America? I even wrote a blog about it. Well now I have the answer.

This book is a must read! I know we hear that about several books here and there but if you really want to know how America has fallen to the edge of hell, you gotta’ read this book! It’s truth in story form, and if you know anything about Jonathan Cahn you know he does his research and backs up everything with scripture.

I just noticed on Amazon, when I copied the cover to put on here, it’s on sale! Order it now and save some big bucks.

I had to take a picture of it because W.P. wouldn’t let me copy and paste.

And while you’re at it, after unwrapping your brain around his book, how about checking my new book out, Amy’s Quest. Christmas isn’t far off, (yee gads) and both of these books would make great gifts. Both available on Amazon.

Thanks for stopping by, now go order our books. 🙂



If you live in America…

Well, hello neighbor.

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What’s even better – order more than one and I’ll still pay the shipping!

And what’s even better than that – It’s cheaper than ordering from Amazon!

Have you ever wondered why bullies bully? Ever had a lousy teacher, a great teacher? What about those talked about foster homes? Or have you or someone you know been lost in the mountains? Rejected? Abandoned? And oh, I know we all have questioned God at some time or another.

There are so many issues that are touched on in story form in Amy’s Quest that even surprised me when I went back and read the final version. This book is an inspiration on so many levels and to be honest, it really surprised me. As I’ve stated before, the Lord writes my books, I just type what He gives me.

You can order from Amazon but if you order directly from me you not only save $2.99 off Amazon price, ($22.99) plus shipping and handling, but will be supporting a Christian ministry AND have a signed copy! Now that’s a deal!

It could become a NEW YORK TIMES BEST SELLER and wow, you will already have a signed copy!

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Send $20.00 per book (leave me a note saying you’re ordering in the comment box)

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Gainesville, Ga. 30504

It’s a great read and thanks for supporting my ministry.


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Sue's Pen 2 Paper Blog

Sometime back I wrote about various publishers that have gone out of business, publishers that are “glorified print shops” (in my opinion), and in finding a reputable publisher.

I have had all three over the last 12 years of writing fiction and non-fiction books. My first book was published in 2008 and I didn’t have a clue as to what I was doing, and was totally in the dark about how to find a publisher or the publishing process.

Naturally mistakes were made and having various publishers over the years the lessons learned have been educational and beneficial. Plus, needless to say, I’ve learned much about actually writing in a way that draws people into the story, as well as other little secrets.

A while back I ran across a blog that I think will be very helpful in helping new authors, even seasoned authors, to avoid scam publishers. I…

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We’re Not Done Yet

We’ve talked about the steps about the process of getting our stories published and at times how frustrating it can be. We’ve gone through writing our story, the editing process, getting it submitted, and investigating the various publishers.

We’ve finally gotten to the point of actually seeing our book come together and a cover design completed. That’s exciting! But what is even more exciting is to hold our completed book in our hot little hands and feel the pride and excitement of a completed project, as well as the sigh of relief that its finished.

I’ve received my “free” copies and have to decide how many books I now want to purchase. Yes, we have to buy our books at an author’s discount, and having learned the hard way, I don’t buy 200 hundred books at a time with visions of grandeur of selling them all in a couple of weeks. Kind of like seeing our name in lights in Hollywood. A nice dream that probably won’t come true.

So what’s next? The process is not over quite yet. There’s press releases, video trailers to be made, and e-book creations. That is if you have chosen a reputable publisher. So my next step in this process is the video trailer of Amy’s Quest. It’s already on Amazon and Barnes and Noble for purchase.

The video trailer will highlight my book’s theme and when placed online with the press release increases the potential for more sales. It’s usually placed on the publisher’s YouTube channel, website, and with the press release. That is exciting, too, especially if it is done correctly. We can also publish it on our websites, Facebook, blogs, etc. You can see examples by visiting

I was disappointed with one trailer that was done for one of my books because all it did is read the back cover to music. But I have had others that have really set the tone of my book. We don’t have much say, if any, in the creation of a video trailer. With the publisher I now have I have to approve or disapprove and that’s a good thing.

So I have my completed books, have received my purchased copies, and have even sold some. Now I wait for the publisher to create the video trailer and press release. In the meantime I can be advertising my book, giving some as free copies to get the word of mouth going and getting my name out there to the public, and maybe trying to arrange some book signings. (which is difficult to do now with book stores having gone out of business)

The publishing process isn’t completed yet but this also gives us time to start our next book!

Thanks for stopping by and happy writing.