The Authors of Writes of Passage

The Authors of Writes of Passage

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Taking something for granted?








Taken for granted: to expect someone or something to be always available to serve in some way without thanks or recognition; to value someone or something too lightly.


In the past week, I've had the pleasure of meeting two separate groups of readers at both the Belmont Mansion, the setting of A Lasting Impression

And the Belle Meade Plantation, the setting of To Whisper Her Name

Both gatherings were such fun. We had a great time together walking through history and seeing where both Adelicia Acklen, and the Harding and Jackson families lived. 

Last Thursday, I met with the men and women of the Belmont Tower Society in the grand salon at Belmont and shared about the home and the woman, Adelicia Acklen, who truly made a lasting impression on me as I wrote (and continue to write) about Belmont's history.

Meeting with the Belmont Tower Society
in Adelicia's grand salon
Reading from Adelicia's personal letters in her home was a special treat for me

Then yesterday at Belle Meade, I had the pleasure of joining nineteen lovely ladies from Hendersonville, TN who had read To Whisper Her Name and who took the To Whisper Her Name tour at Belle Meade. Which begins at the Old Harding Cabin and concludes with the mansion. 

On the front steps of Belle Meade
What fun gals!

Visiting and signing at lunch
at the Harding House restaurant at Belle Meade (delicious!)

Visiting the Old Harding Cabin where Bob Green, 
the head hostler, and Ridley (hero in TWHN) lived



In visiting with these groups, I was reminded of something I'm guilty of having taken for granted recently…


Sometimes in the midst of back-to-back deadlines––when the story and/or the characters are driving me crazy, and the words won't come, or else they come but not in the way I want them to, or when life happens and so many interruptions pull me away from writing, or when I simply lack the discipline (ouch!) of focusing on the task at hand––I lose sight of what a blessing writing really is. 

Yes, it's work. Yes, it's sometimes most times frustrating. And no, it doesn't come easily. But really, what job does?


There are moments, like in recent days, when I'm reminded of what a blessing it is to get to write stories that are published and then read by others. Then, as if that wasn't enough, I get to meet these dear readers, share our lives and our faith in the Lord, and discuss these journeys inspired by history, by real people who lived. And then to discover that you embrace these characters and love them like I do is…well, a blessing beyond words.

A blessing that I take for granted all too often, one of the greatest blessings of writing…is connecting with you, the reader, and hearing your stories. Hearing about God's faithfulness in your experiences and encouraging each other in this life. Thank you for sharing so freely!

What in your life do you appreciate and yet sometimes take for granted? A career you love but that might drive you crazy on occasion? People you adore but who sometimes try your patience? An answer to prayer that you thought was the answer you wanted, but now you're not so sure? 

Even as I type those questions, I'm thinking of the families of the victims of the tornado in Oklahoma yesterday. And especially the parents of those precious, precious children. Let's keep them close in prayer, friends.

What is it that you need to be more grateful for today? I'm making my list. What's on yours?

Tammy


Monday, May 20, 2013

Double Blessing



     Mother’s Day is doubly special for me. It’s not only a day to honor my mom and thank her for everything she taught me, but it’s also the day that my only daughter, Maya, was born in 1984. These two very special women bookend my life and fill me with joy and gratitude. 

 
Mom, me and Maya in Jerusalem on the Temple Mount steps
 
The Synagogue in Capernaum
  One thing I love about both women is their sense of adventure. After completing college and working for a year, Maya longed to fulfill her dream to live and study in Jerusalem. Trusting God, she packed her bags and left, all alone, to move to Israel. When my husband and I made plans to visit her, Mom decided to join us, fulfilling her lifelong dream to tour the land of the Bible, which she loves so much. Her age, 85, was never a deterrent. “How old would you feel if you didn’t know your real age?” she often asks me. Her own answer: "Oh, about 39."




Mom at the cave of the Dead Sea scrolls
 What gives both women their sense of adventure is their faith in God. I’ve already mentioned in this blog that my mother is a prayer warrior and a woman of great faith. She is also a lover of books.         


Mom & me making olive oil with my son Benjamin

Mom was trained as a nurse during World War II but her passion for reading led her to become the town librarian in the tiny community where I grew up. With contagious enthusiasm, Mom soon transformed that dinky library into the town centerpiece with programs for people of all ages. She later became the elementary school librarian, as well.

Exploring a first century house near the Sea of Galilee
The three of us shopping in Jerusalem
 Mom was a writer, too--magazine articles, newspaper columns, and feature pieces. I remember how proud she was when Highlights for Children published one of her stories and the sample copy arrived in the mail. My passion for scripture and my love of writing both come from her, and I'm so grateful for that legacy. And although I confess to great fear when Maya first moved to Israel, I knew she was following Mom's footsteps too, building a lasting spiritual foundation for her life.


Exploring a tunnel beneath the Old City of Jerusalem


Picnic near Engedi


The memories of our trip together will always be very precious to me...     



Eating wonderful meals... 


(And getting to know our amazing future son-in-law, Snir, standing on the left... but that's a love story for another day.)


By the Dead Sea





The time we spent exploring Bible history and learning new things  helped all three of us to grow in faith as we walked where Jesus walked.

Overlooking Jerusalem at night
So thanks, Mom, for the legacy of prayer and faith and writing you gave me. And thanks, Maya, for keeping me young, for teaching me new things, and for sharing your own spiritual journey with me. I’m honored to know both of you as more than my mother, more than my daughter—but as my friends.