I am Patricia Ann Boyes and have just become a first time published author at the age of seventy-seven. I am so excited! The title of my book is My Precious Life, and is now available for sale in Hardcover, Paperback, Kobo, Kindle and various e-books. The book is available on many online book stores such as Amazon.ca, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, Amazon.uk, Westbow Press, to name a few.
In April of this year I posted an excerpt from each of the forty chapters, and they can still be read by scrolling down to the beginning of this blog. “My Precious Life” is meant to be an inspiration to those who are struggling with life’s lessons, and wondering what they are all about. The feedback the book is receiving is touching on just that. “Wonderful…I couldn’t put it down…inspiring…” These are some of the comments coming back to me, and I’m so thankful for the interest it is generating.
After I posted the first forty excerpts, I continued to blog a post a day, and am still blogging! I love it, and have met some wonderful people in the blogging community. Here again, comments are positive and uplifting.
Here is a link to my church web site. My church is a focal point in my life and is featured in my book which is why I’m including its link.
Thank you for visiting “My Precious Life”. I look forward to hearing your comments on “My Precious Life” the Blog and the Book:
This was the title of our Pastor’s sermon last Sunday. His closing remark was, “Let’s pray that we might be surprised by God once again. Amen.
I almost always close my morning devotion time with an added prayer that God will send me a pleasant surprise that day. Upon occasion the prayer is answered.
Recently, I wanted to give a friend a book I remembered reading a long time ago, “Become a Better You” by Joel Osteen, Pastor and author. My friend has enjoyed watching Joel’s TV ministry, and I knew the book would make her feel better about some problems she is facing at this time.
In the retirement residence where I live we often get book donations for our library. It is my pleasure to help arrange the books on shelves at these times.
Before I could get out to buy “Become a Better You” for my friend, it came my way via donation. You can imagine my surprise to find this book in my hands without having to take a step out of the building, or a penny out of my pocket.
Pastor Duncan’s sermon last Sunday reminded me of how much I love being surprised by God.
A retirement residence is now my new home, of choice. I’m enjoying the change of pace very much. The age range here is from sixty-three to one-hundred and one…a very interesting group of folks.
Due to Covid, we are masked except when in the dining room for meals. We also try to keep the social distancing rule. But you know what…there is much loneliness among the residents. Painful backs, knees, shoulders, among other ailments make it difficult for some to get around without the aid of walkers or wheelchairs.
From experience, I know that hugs are a great remedy for much of the above, and have started giving out a little hug here and there; fully masked with heads turned away, and in all cases, gratefully reciprocated.
There’s an old adage that you can’t do wrong by doing right, but in this case I’m not so sure, and have been expecting to be reprimanded, but it hasn’t happened yet.
When God said a joyful heart (or laughing heart) is good medicine, I believe he was literal in his meaning. The medical world has verified that laughter releases endorphins, God’s natural painkillers, which are fifty to one hundred times more powerful than morphine. Don’t you love that? The God of the universe has said all along that a joyful heart is good medicine. God has given us a prescription. All we have to do is fill the prescription.
This little gem was written by Marilyn Meberg in a book titled, God Always Has a Plan B.
How often do we think of the meaning of that word “save”?
We use it to “save” money…
As an SOS message in times of distress…”save our ship” or “save our souls”…
A goalie stopping a puck from going into the net…”nice save!”
A dream I had Friday night reminded me of another meaning for that word. Someone in my dream asked me how they could be “saved”, and I automatically replied, “You have to go to church”. But when I woke up and thought about it I realized that that is not entirely true. All you have to do is read Romans 10:9 and follow through. It’s right there; an open invitation to all of us, and that truly is a nice save.
Here is a scripture I learned many years ago which came my way again yesterday:
“…if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land…” 2 Chronicles 7:14
Again, whether we believe or not, there is always something to think about.
That is the question…but the continuation of the question is…happy. To be or not to be happy? This post is in answer to the question often posed to me, “Why are you always smiling?” Enough said. John 15:11 These things have I spoken to you, that My joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be full. Happy Sunday.
The reading in Our Daily Bread magazine for September 16th was about being set free by Jesus, and asks the question, “What has Jesus set you free from? How can you share with others what He’s done for you?”
Over the many years I have lived, He has set me free from smoking, swearing, jealousy, worry, doubt, dread, anxiety, and perhaps some things I am forgetting.
However, there are two things He has not set me free from: procrastination and vanity.
I recently procrastinated my way out of some furniture for my new apartment, and when I finally decided to order it, the price was two hundred dollars higher and the delivery date three months down the road; neither was acceptable to me.
As for vanity…I fell face first down some stairs on September 1st and am still wearing some of the bruises. This has kept me from meeting and mingling with people in the retirement home I recently moved to. I wear my Covid mask even when not needed just to hide my face.
So, what has Jesus set you free from? Or not! Happy Sunday.