How do I do this? Any suggestions from seasoned veteran writers out there?

Though I have been writing all my life-- or at least thirty years of my life (since a teen), I have never published before and now that I have finally gotten my book online as an e-book with the print copy coming out (finger crossed) in November, my thoughts turn to marketing.  How do I bring people's attention to my life's work?  How do I advertise something so important to me without sounding totaling like I'm tooting my own horn?  How do I bring it to attention for those who have never heard of me or this adventure? I have tried to be humble-- truly humble, not just sounding like I am-- all my life.  I don't like attention, and I don't want to say 'look at me', but yet everything I read tells me this is what I need to do.  There has to be a way to give The Key to Her Heart full light without illuminating me.  This is about the story, and how it will be healing to some, and perhaps fun for others.  I know my story is not for everyone, but how do I help the ones it will be good for to see it?  What avenues can I use?

Most of my extended family don't even seem to be interested.  How do I interest a public I don't even know?  How do I keep myself from being slightly disappointed that only a few people have even looked at it?  This story has been loved by those who have read it, but they are close to me, and now I wonder just how good it really is if those are the only ones even interested now that it is out there for the public to see, and no one  is looking.  Is this disappointment normal?  Is this all I should expect?  Or have I missed the way to do this?  Or am I taking this too personally to early, and wanting more than I have a right too?

I figure I have to do an excellent job marketing.  Maybe that is what I am missing, but then I do not know how to do that and stay within the bounds of who I am.  I need help, but I do not know who to trust for advise.  Point blank I don't know how to do this!!!!

Beyond everything else, I am scared of failure and scared even more of success, and most of all confused by the barrage of emotions I did not expect.  There is disillusionment and disappointment when I expected to be feeling as if I had finally done it.  I thought I would be ecstatic to just have my life's work story out there.  But it didn't feel any different than the moment before when I was only a writer and had not published.  Now it's like I'm saying 'I'll believe it when I've sold a thousand copies'.  Instead it is not enough.  Will that even do it? Or am I just fooling myself?

I am so bewildered by my sudden need to see it become 'popular' for lack of a better word.  At the same time I am in a place I have never been.  This publishing thing is one of my life goals that I made when I was just a child.  It has been my most important one, and now I've accomplished it.  Is this all there is to it?  Does this change my life?  Or do I remain who I have always been?  What if I only sell one copy?  or five? or ten? or even a hundred?  Will that ever be enough?  Are we just programmed to never accept what gifts we have been given?  Are we just greedy?  Or maybe it's just me.  Does anyone out there have an answer?  Please respond.  I need to hear from someone with more wisdom than me.

It's Online!!!!!

Yes as the title says, The Key to Her Heart is now for sale online, or actually it will be in a few hours.  It has been uploaded and will be for sale for $3.99 on Kindle (amazon).  We are also loading onto other e-book sites, and are going to have a print copy, but that will take another four weeks as long as everything goes alright.

We actually did it!  I guess now I can say I am an author instead of just a writer, and anyone out there that is curious, now you can purchase The Key to Her Heart.  If you do, please e-mail me, or leave a comment and tell me what you think.  I would love to hear from you!

I guess for right now that's it.  It's been a long night, and I probably should be smart and get in bed for a few hours before babies and kids are up to start the day!

So close I can taste it!

Oh my goodness I am so excited, scared, nervous, and even a little freaked out!  Everything is almost ready, but we've run into a few hitches--  nothing that can't be handled, but a little more time-- maybe twenty-four hours maybe even forty-eight hours???  But within the next day The Key to Her Heart will be online as an e-book and I will finnnnnallly be an author!!!!!!  Oh my goodness!  I am so excited!  Yes, my Southern Californian upbringing is kinda showing through right now.  I am sooooo jumpy, like ready to get up and jump up and down like a little girl that's going to Disneyland for the first time (yes I went there ALOT when I was a kid-- to the point that it spoiled me so that midwestern amusement parks are a let down).  But this is big--  as in huge!  This has been my dream since I was fourteen-- and we won't talk about how long ago that was.  Now it's really happening.  So please bear with me as we make everything work.  Also please bear with my horrible grammar and typing errors as I haven't exactly had alot of sleep the last few days.  I promise The Key to Her Heart will be up for everyone to see very VERY soon!

The Key to Her Heart sneak peek!

Hi Guys!

Hope's starting to mend.  As you may have noticed September passed, and though my goal was to get The Key to Her Heart out online, it didn't happen.

Well-- We ran into a few snags, but The Key to Her Heart I am pleased to say is on the mend also.  Meg and I should have it for sale as an e-book by --of all days-- October 7th --my anniversary.  This makes perfect sense to me since this was the day eighteen years ago that the heart of this family began, and the series I am writing is called The Heart of a Family.  So what better day to first publish my first novel?

Well, to give you a little sneak preview I thought I would post Chapter 8.  I hope you enjoy, and get ready for the great unveiling!  Yes!  I am so excited!  I hope you are too.

The Unwanted Guest

It had been two hours since Patrick had left.  Anna acutely watched the clock.  She had been back from Cheryl’s for two weeks. Though Grace had asked several times why she had been gone she couldn’t bear to talk about it.  So after a few days the questions stopped and Anna was alright with that.

Now it was late June, and still she didn’t feel comfortable with anyone.  Quietly, she wrapped her arms around herself and held back the panic that wanted to come.

No longer could she wear a watch nor have her grandmother’s key hang from her wrist, so she wore it around her neck as her grandmother had.  Anything coming near her wrists made her jump and sent her back as if she was still in that horrible bedroom tied up and unable to escape.

Groups of people were the most uncomfortable.  Tonight she was suppose to be helping to get ready for a party here at Gracie’s apartment.  A ‘summer get together’ she called it, but she knew her friend well enough to know it was a party.  There would be fifty people here in another hour or so.  She would gladly escape, but what frightened her more than anything else was Wolffe finding her alone and defenseless again.  She wanted safety even though she didn’t want to deal with how ever many people would be arriving shortly.

“Are you ready?”  Gracie asked as she came back into the room.  Anna glanced down over herself.  Slim fitting faded jeans and a bright pink tunic tied with an equally bright orange sash making a statement of its own.  With her short nails painted with the same pink as her shirt and her hair hanging loose down her back and down to her waist; there was no doubt of the rebellious streak that had taken root in the last weeks.

“Do I look ready?”  Her hands perched on her hips.  Grace arched one brow quizzically. 

“You look ready to slam me for asking such a stupid question.”

“Good guess.”

“Gosh, you are different in the last few weeks.  You disappear and come back like another person...”

Anna walked away from her friend instead of giving any kind of answer.  She was a different person.  Wolffe’s violence had killed who she was.  She’d realized since there wasn’t a prayer of resurrecting the person she once was, she had to embrace this new person.  She wasn’t even sure how she would face her church or the youth once she was home in Chicago.  What would her brother think?  She shook her head as if she could make all the uncertainties shake right out.  They stayed and she walked back from the hallway into the living room once more. 

Gracie was staring out the window with a grimace. 

“What’s wrong?”  Quickly she turned back to her, then looked up to the wall where the clock was.  Anna snuck a peak out the window and noticed who was walking close to the apartment.  She barely held back the tremble inside of her.

“Tonight we’ll be sisters.”  Gracie informed as if it wasn’t a choice, but a fact.  Here we go again.  Anna didn’t let her thoughts be known.

“But Patrick will be here, won’t he?”  With a flip of her hand, Gracie dismissed the worry.

“You know Patrick will play along with us, and no one else knows the difference.” She grasped the door handle.  Anna stewed over what was happening in front of her.  Then she knew.  Gracie never gave out her real name.  Why was that?  What did she fear?

“What, the Paige name again?”  Anna asked.  It was one thing using a different last name so no one would connect her to her life back in Chicago.  It was entirely different just using the name on a whim at a party with people that were supposed to be ‘friends’.

“Why can’t we just be who we are?”  Though she in no way wanted anyone to know anything of her other life. 

“Of course, the Paige name.”  Grace piped up, ignoring Anna’s question. 

“At the gallery I never give my last name to my customers. You know that.  So, some of these people know me from the gallery.  I just feel safer, Anna.”

“Yes, I see.  You don’t feel safe around the people you allow in your life.  If you ask me it’s stupid.  Why invite people you don’t trust into your home?”  Anna retorted.  She was learning though, not to trust people with her true feelings.  Right then she was slightly glad for Gracie’s deception.  Grace nodded. 

“Tonight we’ll be the Paige sisters.  Tomorrow I’ll clean up my act.”

“Paige again.”  Anna groaned.  She was tired of the double life.  Why had she even stayed this long?

“You know some of these people, Anna.  They already know you as Anna Paige.”

“They will see right through us!  We don’t look anything alike!”  She complained.

“A smile always keeps people from seeing insecurities.  Just smile and introduce yourself as Anna Paige.  Here’s your chance.”  The doorbell sounded and Gracie opened the door.  Sure enough, there was Wolffe.  Nausea threatened.  Her soul shook.

“No.” Even for Gracie she could not, would not, stand there and pretend everything was alright.  With that thought, she spun and walked away.  She stood alone on the small balcony outside Gracie’s dining room as she listened to the door bell time and time again.  She’d purposefully left the sliding door open, even though it let in the hot summer air from outside.  Why did closed doors freak her out now?  She stood out there until Gracie found her. 

“Oh, here’s my sister!”  Grace exclaimed.  Anna groaned. 

“I think I’ll go back to my friend Cheryl’s house, Gracie...  I’m not good company tonight.”

“Nonsense!  Come meet...”  Gracie pulled her away from the balcony as the name she spoke was part of the wind.  She introduced her to half the people there.

“Are you THE Anna Paige?  The World Stage model?”  Anna wanted to groan, but instead smiled.

“Yes, Anthony Wolffe was a good friend of mine before he passed.  He will forever be missed.”  Every chance she had she turned the conversation away from who she was.  The last thing she wanted to talk about was herself. 

“His creations were incredible weren’t they?”  Then they were talking about the newest line scheduled to come out at the end of summer.  She smiled.  She remembered the days when she, Cheryl, and Anthony had worked on it last Christmas, but she said nothing.  That was her own secret and none of these strangers needed to know about her life.

“Do you think his son is as gifted as he was?”

She shook her head as she swallowed the choke inside of her. The question reiterated the large consuming void created by Anthony’s absence.

“No.  No one could be as gifted as Anthony.”  Not seeing Wolffe, Anna spoke boldly. 

“Matthew tries to imitate his father’s genius.  It’s not possible to do.”  A gasp went up in the crowd she was standing in the middle of.

“Would you say that to his face?”  Anna groaned. 

“Why?  Is he standing behind me?”  A couple of the people nodded.  Slowly she twirled around to face Matthew Wolffe.  He stood tall and formidable with his arms crossed.  But she had already faced him at his worst.  He’d already done the damage, and so there was nothing that could scare her about him now.  She looked up to him without flinching away.

“You’ll never be the man your father was.  It doesn’t matter what you steal.  It doesn’t matter who you get rid of.  It doesn’t matter what the rest of the world thinks.  I know the truth.  I know just who you are.”  Matthew shook his head and started to turn away. 

“You are so full of--”

“And what scares you more than anything, is you know that I’m right.  You can’t measure up to Anthony.  You never have been able to.”

The people standing around gasped as if shocked to hear her speak so bluntly.  She didn’t care.  The one thing he could never take away was the truth, and what none of them knew was the company he claimed no longer belonged to him.  Anthony gave her the provision before his death, and she had followed through three weeks ago.  He was stiff and silent.  Anger blazed in his gaze.  She didn’t care about that either.  Walking away, she left everyone around her stunned.  Without stopping, she walked into the kitchen.  It was the only quiet place in the apartment.  A moment later Wolffe stormed into the room. 

“How dare you!”  He grabbed her arm, but she yanked herself away.

“No!  How dare YOU!”  Taking a step toward him, she stared him down. 

“I will speak out against you every chance I get.  I will do all in my power to bring you down.  If I were you I would stay away from me, because there are no lengths I won’t travel to serve you back your own medicine... TIMES TEN!”  His hand came up. 

“What?  Are you going to hit me?  There.  That’s another difference between you and your father.  The only power you have is violence.  And you know what?  You can only scare people for so long!  So go for it!  What’s another bruise when I’ve had so many?”  Anna stepped back to regain her composure before returning to truly show him who he was.

“But you...”  Her gaze flashed angrily at him.

“You will never be anything but a snake.  So don’t compare yourself to Anthony-- You aren’t even close!”  He raised his hand up again resorting to what she knew was his only defense.  She barely kept herself from flinching before the kitchen door opened.

“Excuse me?”  A dark haired man gingerly peeked into the room.  Exasperation filled Matthew, but he kept his cool, bringing his hand back down to his side. 

“This is a private conversation.” He explained with as much control as possible.  The man didn’t seem to really notice his warning or him as much as he did Anna as he continued to enter the room.  The intruder’s presence seemed to cause her rage to dissipate, an unwelcome change in emotional climate.  Her frenzy sustained him and he always loved how a simple word could rile her up.

“Anna is everything alright?” She nodded, but a slight remnant of fear remained.  Was she afraid of him?   Was that what drove her into her tirade?  As the stranger reached toward Anna, Wolffe interceded before he had the chance.

“Hi, I’m Matthew Wolffe.”  He reached out a hand.  The man gave a strong handshake.

“Patrick Rueschel.”  Matthew watched as Patrick’s clear green gaze stayed on Anna.  His longing for her was apparent, but that would disappear if he knew she had already been claimed by another man.

“A pleasure, I’m sure.  Listen, Anna and I were just leaving here…”

He wrapped a hand around her small waist, fondly remembering their night together. She would always be his and no one could take that away from him.  Her attention suddenly yanked back to him.  Her eyes flavored with renewed anger that he basked in.  He loved knowing that the vehemence he could inspire was incomparable to that of any other bloke.

“Keep your filthy, no good hands off of me!”  She yelled. Patrick moved himself between him and Anna.  Did he really believe he could protect her?  This little boy actually wanted to play war with a seasoned veteran.

But of course… let’s play your game.  Patrick could calm her, perhaps, but only he could cause her heart to beat wildly, whether it be from fear or anger.

“My father could get you to stick around.”  He taunted with calm words as her blue eyes radiated with deep hatred.

“Your father was my friend.  You’re just a bastard.”

“Oh, that I am, but a bastard that has what no one else ever will.”  Leaning back into his stance, a secret joy filled him.  She was closer than she thought to giving in.  This Patrick Rueschel did not comprehend, but he was just a simpleton.  The dark haired man looked to Anna, trying to understand what he meant, while desperately trying to deny what he already knew.

“How much does it cost?”  He goaded. 

“That’s enough.”  Patrick held his hand against Matthew’s chest, keeping him from Anna.  The touch of someone so far beneath him made his skin crawl, but he pushed past him.  He had no rights, and they both knew that.

“What does it take, Anna? I won’t take no for an answer...”  He slinked behind her, drawing closer to her, feeding on her crescendo of emotion. 

“I came here for you.  You must know that, of course.”

“That’s enough, I said.  Go sleep it off, or whatever.”  Once more Patrick intervened quickly pushing him away from her.

“I’m not for sale, asshole!  Not obtainable or stealable! Get out of my face!”  The sound of her resorting to such crude idiolect kissed him like a sweet breeze.  It was a level to which he had never driven Anna to before.  Her defenses were crumbling and he knew she could never erase their bond. 

“You were almost an exclusive for World Stage Clothing.  You were paid for your attention and you loved it, Anna.” Matthew thought aloud.  Anna gasped.

“You can’t have me! You will never have me!”  She yelled. 

“What was the senior Wolffe better in the bedroom?  He definitely had more experience.”  Anna jumped around to him, as her hand came up in a loud slap across Matthew’s face.  Patrick leaped in between them, only to be met eye to eye.  For a moment the piercing eyes stirred a quiver of panic in Matthew, but he swiftly disregarded it.  What he and Anna had was private and he knew he had time for her to come to him.

“You can protect her this time, but she’s mine.  I had her first and you won’t always be there.”  He turned his attention to Anna.

 “Will he Anna?” 

Patrick’s fist curled, but she quickly pulled Patrick and herself out of the room before they both took out all their rage on Wolffe.

“He’s scum... not even worth it.  Just get me out of here, alright, before I deck him!”  He nodded and then turned her to face him.

“Are you o.k.?”  She took a deep breath and then hugged him. 

“I’ve never seen you like that.  You were ready to attack him.  You’ve never become that angry-- ever.”  She just raised her brows then let them drop and said nothing. 

“Anna, are you alright?  I want an answer...  Why did you disappear?  Then you come back like someone I don’t know.  Nothing adds up.”  Groaning, she pulled him with her as she attempted to leave the apartment.

“First we get out of here.  I’ll tell you all about it, but not here.”  Grace ran up to them as Anna grabbed her keys from the small table by the door. 

“Where are you going?”

“Go deal with your guests.  I can’t do this.  I told you that earlier.”

“I’m getting her out of here, she almost punched some guy--” Patrick intervened once more. 

“It won’t be pretty if she stays.”

“Patrick...  You should be talking her down, not encouraging her further.”  Patrick looked around the apartment as if searching for a quiet corner.

“No place to do that, Grace.  Not here.”  His tone was the most sarcastic Anna had ever heard from him. 

“Too many people.  Bye.”  He waved quickly, and then the two of them escaped.  Anna laughed as they ran to her car.  All along the street, on both sides, cars were parked. They were all there for Gracie’s party. 

“I can’t believe you!  You are just incredible!”  She reached up to him and kissed his lips then hopped over to her car and quickly unlocked the doors. 

“Get in; I know a quiet place where we can talk.  Beside there is someone you need to meet.”

He got in the car, and shut the door.  Then she started the engine and sped down the street.  A minute later she was on the freeway heading south.  He carefully stretched the seatbelt over him and clicked it.  She’d never dared to drive with such a vengeance in Sheldonburg.  Something in her had changed, and it had happened just recently.  As she drove he studied her.  She had an anger in her that did not dissipate even when the target was gone.  What was it?

I need prayer-- Even more I need Hope.

Hi All.  I wish I could write this and be positive.  It's not happening right now.  I'm listening to Charlie Peacock's Unchain My Soul, and that is exactly where I am.  The pain from this month is beyond anything I even begin to understand.  I've cried more tears than even the moisture from my eyes would let on.  Most times I've just had to smile while I was dying inside.  The pain makes me angry, and I want to blame someone, but honestly human nature is probably the only thing to blame-- that and happenstance.  How do I make it through this?  The answer is I do not know.  The only thing I do know is that here too God will walk with me.  He died for me, and so even this is not too hard for him.  Who do I talk to?  Who do I trust?  Who even cares to hear the pain of my life right now?  Right now I don't know who my friends and confidants are.  I feel so alone and my life seems to be coming apart at the seams.  So here I am telling you who read this.  I'm sorry.  I'm not so sure you really want to listen to this, but this is the only place I know to bring this where other humans listen (or in this case read).  This is all I have.  I hurt, and I really don't know how to make it any better.

Today I go back to the doctor (our naturopath) with my daughter.  Today my husband comes home from Argentina.  Today I feel more broken than at any other time most recently.

But, perhaps, the last statement can be explained. Yesterday at the urgent care center the lesion on my daughter's foot turned into my dreaded fear.  We see a naturopath three hours away.  We've been fighting Staph all summer long; ever since she was in the hospital in May.  The latest battle has been over a rash on her legs.  We knew the Staph was causing it, but it just wasn't clearing easily.  She battled Staph in her lungs, and also in her urinary tract. The final straw was a scratch on the top of her foot, that turned into a small lesion, that turned into a severely infected sore.  In the moment of my final decision, I saw her step out of the car and suddenly scream out in pain from a small one inch lesion on the top of her foot that she had covered with a bandage.  She is a strong girl, and when she cried out in pain suddenly it makes this mother realize there is something desperately wrong.  So she called into work and I called the doctor, then my other daughter to watch the womb warped twins while I took care of my sixteen year old.

Within the hour we were headed for the urgent care center.  The doctors' think she has MRSA.  I don't even know if I have it spelt right.  I just looked it up and changed the spelling.  Well whether the spelling is right or not, I've been through MRSA.  I got it after surgery six and half years ago, and one of the reasons I keep
going to the naturopath we go to is because she was able to help me recover.
There is some huge differences between my daughter and me, though.  My sixteen year old daughter is allergic to what we used to make me better, and with all that she has had to fight off this year her immune system is much more at risk than my was at the time.

The doctors here in town are talking about I.V. antibiotics, and hospitalization. That might kill her.  She has severe chemical allergies, and antibiotics are almost deadly to her. But MRSA is deadly too.  She's had this rash all summer long after a long battle with her lungs-- both asthma and pneumonia/bronchitis in May and June.  A hospital stay in early May because of an allergic reaction makes MRSA suspect as we haven't been able to clear the Staph in the last four or so months.  But that battle has also left her immune system weak, and her body at risk-- especially if we need to resort to using antibiotics.

This comes on top of everything else that has happened this month.  So here we are, and sometimes, like this morning, I feel like I have nothing left, and in this battle I am very alone. I want to believe everything is going to be alright--  but I don't know.  It's not like things are getting better right now-- nor for the last several months.  Yet there is one thing I know that restores a little small measure of hope.  God.  He has been here with me all my life and he has seen me through when I shouldn't have made it.  He is not a respecter of persons, and so I believe he will be with my child so aptly named--  Hope.  She's always been called my 'Hope child', and maybe that title has brand new meaning.  Writing this has helped me focus on what is needed.

Hope.

Thank you for listening.  This is Cat out.

One more miracle to share-- this time for Peter

It turned out to be an interesting evening.  Earlier I promised to watch a movie with Peter after everyone was settled in for the night.  Then I spent two hours getting the womb warped twins in bed.  I could have told Peter it was to late.  I almost thought about just acting like I forgot.  In our home, though a promise is a promise.  Besides that Peter's been going through a pretty rough time lately both with his behavior, and some pretty harrowing accusations that have been made against him.  I knew he needed the time with me.  So I hunkered down to watch a movie with my son, who had been hankering for some time with his mom.  We chose the movie and started it.

From the beginning he was freaking out because he had 'dreamed' it.  In fact he could tell what was about to happen in every scene, and it was a new movie he had not seen before. This movie at best was a b-rated movie, and the plotline could have been much better developed, the characters could have been better played, the filming was amateurish, and the sound was horrible.  It had one redeeming thing that caused me to keep it on.  It was dealing with some issues Peter and I have been working on lately, and it was doing so in a way that it hit Peter square between the eyes.  The main subject matter was how to deal with anger.

And because he dreamed this movie it really hit him extra hard.  We ended having a talk about how important love and forgiveness are in this world, and how doing things God's way is a much better choice than giving into anger and using worldly examples.  We also had opportunity to talk about how God is always with us, and no matter what he won't leave us.  That last part is right where God has been dealing with me.  There are some things going on in my family that leave me broken more than my words can say, but in the middle God is still there, and I know he will have his will, and I know in the end all will be worked out.  Peter has been having a hard time lately, and feeling so much anger over these same circumstances that are breaking my heart.  Until tonight he had no relief, that movie may have made the difference.

It got through to him better than anything I have been trying to say to him.  It really scared him, but it was because he saw himself if he didn't trust God and reign in his anger.  I am glad that though it was late I did not put off his request, tell him I didn't want to watch that movie, or chose not to spend the time with him tonight.  Instead I received a blessing of my son being touched directly by God when I least expected it.  It renewed my trust too because I really saw tonight just how much God loves my little broken son, and how much he wants to bind up the hurts in his heart.

That brings tears.  My little boy has had a real rough time from the beginning, but right now there's so much doubt in his heart because of things that have been said against him--  He has no recourse, and even if we prove they are untrue-- which they are-- he still has had his reputation smeared to the point that there will always be a question.  In the process of this the trust he was building for people has been pulverized.  We have had to start all over with taking down the defenses.

But tonight, God showed him that He is there with him, and may have brought him a little closer to trusting through Him.  That's a miracle in my book

The Key to Her Heart-- almost ready

Book working has slowed to an almost halt.  Which is very frustrating.  We're still editing.  It's down to comma usage-- not my strong suit.  I seemed to have missed that lesson when I was in school. So my wonderful publicist (my daughter Megan) is going through and checking the usage of commas in my work-- it's taking forever!  I'm not sure how I can help, but we were suppose to be e-book publishing right now.  So now we will be a few days later than we were planning!  URRRRG!  I guess we'll make it work, but I don't like the extra time!  I'd already like to have it out there so I could be sharing The Key to Her Heart with you. Please remember us in your prayers that this last bit of editing gets done quickly!  I'll share on here the moment it's out there!
Otherwise--  Well my life is crazy!  Some of it I can't go into just this minute, but let's just say it's completely batty and I'm hoping things improve!  Say some prayers for that too, please.  I know God is bigger than this life, and that gives me confidence to keep plugging along each day as it is.  Maybe that doesn't inspire you, but in the middle of the circumstance that seem to be devouring all my attention some days, seeing God's intervention is amazing. Daily there are little miracles that keep me going, and I'm so glad to know my God is bigger than all of this.  It keeps me going.  I hope also that in your toughest circumstances you trust our maker.  He is more than awesome!  Now hopefully he will help us get The Key to Her Heart e-published very soon!!!