Will you have the time?

I thought I'd share this again because it's needed. Even with the goals you've accomplished, the businesses started, the proposals, weddings, pregnancy announcements, births, etc.; 2020 has still been a hard year. So, allow me to remind you to take the time.

She had the house, the finest car and the custom-made clothes. She was top in her graduating class and her business was booming. She vowed to never go back to the place she was raised because it had nothing for her. Sure, she sent money home to her parents, but all the siblings had to know it. Sure, she made the occasional calls, but it was to brag never to ask about them. When her mom got sick, she sent flowers. When her sister was losing her house, she sent a check with conditions. She never made time for anybody or anything unless it benefited her, even God. Yes, she joined a church but not to serve, she liked the honorable mentions of being the biggest tithe payer.

But then a stroke knocked, and it crippled her.

The people at the church, they didn’t show up. Her employees, they didn’t come but her family did. The same parents she hollered at whenever they asked her to come home. The same brother she “didn’t fool with” because of prior drug use, he was there. The sister she called a slut for having two babies out of wedlock, she was there. They wiped the mouth that had been so foul. They helped her learn to walk again even though she used to walk all over them. They helped with speech therapy, although she never had anything good to say.

One night as she lay in the bedroom she grew up in, trying to find strength to make her left arm move, she cried. Not because of the stroke but because of the space she’d allowed to grow between her and her family. She wanted to hug them, but it was hard to do now. So, she cried realizing the money she made didn’t mean nothing because all they wanted was her. She cried because the bragging she did couldn’t bless her, the hating couldn’t heal her, and the fancy stuff couldn’t free her. And now, the Bible she never read lay stretched open on her nightstand and the God she’d forsaken, she now prayed to; thanking Him for the chance to make things right.

She had time because this story isn’t real but what about you? Do you have the time to forgive and make things right before your clock runs out? Will you have the time to say, “I forgive you,” “I love you,” “I’m sorry” or will your ego keep you from evolving and your pride keep you from offering peace? Will you have the time before 2020 closes? Will you have the time to make it right before you’re weeping at a casket, holding a body that can’t speak back?

“Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.” - James 4:14

Holli-day Love by Author Saundra

Do you love holiday books + love stories? Then you need to check out the newest book by Author Saundra.

Synopsis:

After calling off her wedding days before Christmas, Holli Frazier is certain the Holidays will never be the same. With a broken heart she packs her bags, and drive across state to Arizona hoping for a change. Vowing off love she throws her all into her new position as an Assistant Principal.

Then Ayden Hill strolls into her office to retrieve his daughter. Determined to guard her heart Holli accepts Ayden invitation for a date. But with the Holidays quickly coming back around and old acquittances appearing. Matters of the heart become tangled by a ball of confusion.

Read a sample of Holli-Day Love at Christmas Now!

I’m not crazy, I’m depressed!

Imagine waking up one day different. You can’t explain it, but something just isn’t right. One minute you’re happy and the next sad. One moment you’re loving and the next angry. The voices you hear, the different moods you experience and the sad looks in people’s eyes makes you wonder if you’re losing your mind.

In this book, we begin a conversation to peel back the layers of postpartum depression, in the home and in the church. Although this is a work of fiction, every day somebody is dealing with the effects of mental illness and depression. In the church they tell you to pray and fast more. In the world, people say you’ll be okay, but how do they know.

Read Savannah’s story to see if she finally admits to needing help or will she continually hide from fear of herself, judgment or ridicule.

Read it now HERE

New in Christian Fiction

Another Chance

Dumped, humiliated & broken … is there Another Chance at love?

“I’m trying God, but I need your help. Tell me what you’d have me to do in relation to my life and relationship. I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes, now I’m taking my hand off and waiting until you send my husband. Oh, can you make sure his heart is in you, he’s sexy with all his teeth, financially and mentally stable and loves to laugh. Please and amen.” — Chance

Anybody else been this specific with God or just her? 🤣

Another Chance, now available!

Another Chance … Sneak Peek

Guess what?? Guess ... okay, okay I'll tell you. I have a new book gearing up to release. This is my 26th book. Wow, I got teary eyed just now. Twenty-six books. Isn't God amazing?

The new book is called Another Chance.

`Synopsis:`

Chance McGhee is a few months shy of her 40th birthday and marrying the man she's spent the last three years with. Until he dumps her.

Left devastated and angry she prays telling God, she'll remove her hand and wait for Him to give her another chance at love or she's done for good. In the meantime, she's on a plane headed to meet her judgmental family in Jamaica. A trip she's not looking forward to until she's seated beside Mason Gray.

Mason is a recent widower vacationing alone, but he's also tall, dark, handsome and saying all the things Chance's heart is yearning for.

Will Mason be another chance at love or has Chance's heart been too damaged to try again?

`Sneak Peek`

My skin begins to heat from the anger and I want to break something. Instead, I release the tears.“

Chance, I’m sorry.”

“Yes, you’re very sorry. For three years, I’ve given you all of me and in a matter of moments, you decide you’re not happy. For three years, I’ve played the perfect First Lady while you interviewed at church after church. I changed the way I dressed to appease you. I don’t post as much on social media or hang out with my friends because I wanted to make sure you got everything you desired. Hospital visits, Bible studies, Sunday schools and the many sermons I’ve had to help you write and this is what I get in return. I even stopped singing for you. But you know what, I don’t blame you.”

“Chance—”

“I wasn’t done,” I seethe walking closer to him. “No, I don’t blame you, this is all on me because I allowed you to change me. I allowed you to use me. I allowed myself to shrink back while you became this great man of God. I was everything I thought you needed when I knew in my heart it wasn’t,” I begin to get angry at myself. “God showed me signs, but I ignored them, listening to my flesh and thinking this was love. You even convinced me that He’d sent you to be the head of this house and like a dummy I fell in line because I thought you had the ear of God. Mane,” tears fall, “I allowed you to become my small g god and—God, forgive me. God, please forgive me and thank you for severing this relationship because I couldn’t see it was stunting my growth.”

“Chance, will you stop with the dramatics. You know it wasn’t like that. I just realized I need something better now that I’m senior pastor of a church.”

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