Since we do our research in writing our books, articles, and blogs I found this to be very interesting considering that politics are in the forefront right now.
Many have not heard of a portal, although there are different uses for portals. Webster’s Dictionary describes a portal as “a doorway or entrance, especially a large and imposing one.” Satan has a portal from the 2nd heaven right straight to our minds. I call it his invisible “tunnel” and it is a large and imposing one! He zooms right through it when he sees a sinful weakness in us to inundate us with his lies and accusations. But the good news is, through prayer it can be closed, locked, and sealed!
Christ has a portal, too, right straight from His Throne in heaven to our hearts. As soon as we confess our sins and ask Him to enter our hearts and be our Lord and Savior His Holy Spirit “zooms” right smack into our heart faster than we can blink our eyes. Praise be to God, we are heaven bound.
Then there’s another portal that Publisher’s use. This one isn’t quite as intriguing as those mentioned above but it is necessary, or so publishers think so. I prefer the e-mails with instructions, communications, etc. but the portal does have its pluses.
When an author ‘s manuscript is accepted the publisher sets up a portal on their website for the author’s personal use. Instructions for their layouts, information about the steps taken as the process of getting your manuscript through the publishing process and several other types of information are put in your portal. Your manuscript will be put on their for you to edit and so on. It’s just a special place we click on, on their website just for the author to get information from the publisher. My publisher sends me an e-mail stating she’s placed information on my portal. Not all do that which means it must be checked daily during the publishing process.
I’ve been asked if my new novel, Amy’s Quest is out in e-book and I wasn’t sure since I haven’t checked my portal in a while and assumed it was. I first went to Amazon and no e-book listed. Then I went to my publishers “new releases” on their website, no Amy’s Quest shown anywhere. Then I went to my portal to see if it was listed there along with a press release and number of books sold and any messages I may have missed. Nothing!
What’s going on!? Amy’s Quest came out in June! Time to fire an e-mail to my Publication Specialist and get some answers.
As it turns out they are working on the e-book version and there is no press release or my own personal website featuring my book, and nothing about sales and no Amy’s Quest on their “New releases” site until all versions of Amy’s Quest is completed. So for now the only information on my portal is old information like “We need your tax information, editing was done…, The cover design will be…” etc. etc, etc.
Folks, when I said I can write a full blown novel in much less time than it takes to get a book published, I wasn’t kidding! Yes, the paper back version Amy’s Quest is out and can be purchased but the e-book isn’t available yet, but will be on ITunes, Kindle, and Amazon when it is completed. I haven’t been told yet when that will be.
They say patience is a virtue but I can tell you from personal experience getting all of everything promised in a publishing contract, through the publishing process, can definitely try anyone’s patience. I had assumed all of this had already been done by now and that’s why I had to do some checking.
Like they say, “Don’t assume anything!”
Thanks for coming by… and by the way books make great gifts and I have some really good ones! 🙂
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I apologize for having you all hanging out there wondering if I have given up the ghost, so to speak. 🙂 I know you sit in great anticipation to hear the latest news from Sue’s little corner of the world. (well I can dream, can’t I?) But I’m honored that you have chosen to read my nonsense. (at times)
Well, it’s kind of been a trying time in a way. Lots of things going on and I just haven’t had the time or really the inclination to write. I’ve been doing other things that took priority for a short time but things have smoothed out now and I’m on the mend. Yes, it has been medical but NOT this overblown Corona virus.
So between doctors, tests, and being forced to wear a mask, (even though I was not/am not contagious) “for the safety of others” –
Side track for a moment – How can one spread an illness if they don’t have an illness to spread?
Back on track now –
I have been doing some cleaning out, donating, and throwing away. As some of you know I was the facilitator for a Christian based women’s sexual abuse support group for fourteen years.
I have an enormous amount of books, educational video’s, articles, and other material that I accumulated over those fourteen years that I used in the support groups. I no longer lead support groups so it was time to sort through and find a home for all that great material.
It took me three days of sitting on the floor going through page after page of lesson plans, articles, and copied lessons. Most of all that ended up in three large black leaf bags. Then taking the time to sort through hundreds of books. 107 books ended up in piles on the library floor along with bags of videos, tapes, workbooks, and pamphlets, etc. to go to a new home.
We spent two days burning the contents of the three black bags in the burn barrel and the piles on the floor wound up in double Walmart bags for delivery. Yes, The Lord provided a church that wants to start a library and also has counseling available for those who desire it. So all that went to help others and that pleases me to no end! Yay God, what a blessing!
So now that my library has been put back together I have moved onto other more enjoyable projects. No, doing laundry, cleaning bathrooms, and mopping the kitchen floor doesn’t fit in that enjoyable category…
But playing in the dirt does!
I’ll fill you in later on that.
Thanks for coming by……..
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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.
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.”
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.
If Harbinger, Johnathon Cahn’s first book,
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.
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.
If you love to read you can order my new novel directly from me and if you live in the Good ole U.S.A. I’ll pay the shipping. Now that’s a saving!
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!
Send $20.00 per book (leave me a note saying you’re ordering in the comment box)
Elah Ministries, Inc.
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It’s a great read and thanks for supporting my ministry.
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