Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Easter Sunday Memories

Easter is one of those childhood memories that is forever etched in my little girl mind. Not because I thoroughly understood the depth of Easter at such a young age. But because it was a time of anticipation as our mother would take us shopping for our Easter clothes and that would become that year’s Sunday dress at least until the weather turned cold again or we outgrew it. As a child I didn’t recognize that we were poor. We had a roof over our head and food to eat, not in abundance but enough. Our four bedroom, one bath modest rental home was a few steps from the little white sided, bell towered Episcopal Church we attended and across the street from the factory lined houses. I had six sisters, but Joy and I were two years apart and about the same size. So mom would dress us identically as if we were twins.

I remember the excitement of getting my very own, not hand-me-down black patent leather shoes. I would hold them up to check out the scuff free shine inhaling the smell of the patent leather. And I would receive a fresh new pair of white lace top socks. It was a thrill to slide my feet into those smooth lined never worn shoes that felt like I could float away. And the crown jewel was the new dress with its pink flowered print chiffon layered over sateen with a satin ribbon sash that made me feel like a princess. Underneath was a new crinoline slip that invoked little girl twirls. And we picked out color coordinated hats to accompany our dress along with white gloves.

I’m sure our parents sacrificed to provide such finery. We got to wear our new outfits first at the sunrise service; never complaining of being cold for fear mom would make us wear our worn out wool coat dampening the experience and then for Sunday School followed by the eleven o’clock service that ended with an Easter Egg hunt on the church grounds. We would walk back home and count our Easter eggs to see who found the most and receive our annual milk chocolate bunny in our basket. Dad would give each of us a live furry yellow baby chick that we kept for a while until it got too big and then dad would return them to the farmer down the road if it survived our handling.

Over the years I began to understand that Easter was more about the celebration of our risen Lord than new clothes or sugary colored eggs. And more importantly as a believer I understood the true sacrifice Jesus made in order that we can each celebrate this Easter.

Please leave a comment if you'd like to share a special Easter memory.

2"And behold, a severe earthquake had occurred, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled away the stone and sat upon it…." 6"He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said. Come; see the place where He was lying." Matthew28:2&6

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Let the Journey Begin

Welcome to my blog where I will share my journey as a writer and about others who are traveling with me and some who have already arrived at their destination. I became a fan of Christian Fiction years ago when a teacher friend gave me a book by Janette Oke. I loved reading as a kid and would go to the town library and devour books that fed my imagination. And then life happened and I set that joy aside. Thanks to Mrs. Payne for sharing Christian Fiction with me many years ago. I did not know it even existed. I must have read that 4 book series in about two weeks! I heard about this "Jan Karon" and picked up her books thoroughly enjoying the town of Mitford and Father Tim. I also read the "Left Behind" series which was a little heavier reading than the others.

It was when I discovered Susan May Warren and read her "Happily Ever After" that planted a seed that perhaps I could write fiction that would inspire others. Susan encouraged me in writing and suggested I join ACFW which was the best advice for a newbie. ACFW has a great support group and the members are always encouraging to those of us who are just beginning. They understand how long and hard the journey can be and are there to cheer you on.

I began to read books by other authors; Deborah Raney, Karen Kingsbury, Catherine Palmer and many more to learn about my craft. Utilizing the ACFW Loops/Courses have been helpful. And now I'm finally ready to attend my first writer's Conference. The ACFW Conference is held annually but usually in the midwest. But right at my backdoor is another great conference the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer's Conference. This will be an awesome learning experience and I will use this blog to share my experience. Thanks for joining me!

Daphne Woodall

"Commit your works to the Lord, And your thoughts will be established." Prov. 16:3