Guest Post by Stephanie Goddard Will you Be the Golden Egg?

Stephanie Goddard’s collection of eggs for her family Easter Egg Hunt.

May 1st blog post is by one of my writing critique partners Stephanie Goddard. Enjoy her wonderful writing!.

From a local publication dated February 15, 1904:

Egg stories seem to be the prevailing fad just now. Hens lay golden eggs this time of year.

As an egg farmer, I could relate to this in February this year. During the short, cold months of winter, the hens like to take a little break, using their energy to keep warm. So the eggs are not as plentiful as in the summer. Hence the ‘golden eggs’ in February.

Every Easter, our family pulls out the box of plastic eggs. The parents and grandparents fill them with candy to hide in the now snow-free yard. It’s fun to watch the young ones rush out the door and scatter around, searching for the eggs. Among all the pinks, blues, greens, and yellows of our egg collection, sometime along the way we gained a golden egg. What joy when one child finds the golden egg!

Jesus is in the business of finding lost things. He told a story once about a shepherd who had a hundred sheep. As a good, caring shepherd, he carefully counted them each day as they settled down for the night. One night, he was upset to discover one of the sheep missing. Though the shepherd might have been tired from a long day of work out in the pastures, he left the ninety-nine in the open country and went out after the missing one. It may have been getting dark, and he knew the poor defenseless creature was at risk of becoming prey to a wild beast. The shepherd searched and hunted until finally he found the lost sheep. Imagine his joy at finding it! He put the lamb on his shoulders, tenderly carrying it to safety with the flock. When his shift with the sheep was over, he went home and called his friends and neighbors together. “Rejoice with me, I have found my lost sheep!” Again, Jesus says there is even more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents.

Another story he told, about a woman who had ten shiny silver coins. It is said that they were worth ten days’ wages. It could have been the family’s savings. Another possibility was that the coins were the woman’s dowry, worn as an ornament, like a wedding ring. In the course of her day, she lost one of the ten coins. She stopped everything she was doing and searched everywhere for it. She turned on the lights, swept the floors, checked under every piece of furniture. I can relate to this. Once, I lost the diamond out of my engagement ring. I was frantic, distressed. And overjoyed when my husband spotted it on the bathroom floor!

The woman in the story must have been pretty desperate to find that missing coin. When she finally found it, she was so overjoyed, she even called her friends and neighbors together to celebrate. “Rejoice with me, I have found my lost coin!” Jesus said the rejoicing is like that in the presence of the angels of God when one sinner repents.

People search for God. But did you ever think about our Lord searching for us? He calls for us, and when we turn to him, like that little lost lamb turned to the voice of the shepherd, He is overjoyed. You are precious to him, even more than a silver coin or a diamond.

The eggs my chickens lay in February are special because they are rare. The golden egg in my Easter egg collection is special because it is unique. You are like that special golden egg, unique, valued and treasured by the One who finds you. The God who made you uniquely you treasures you. He calls to you and rejoices over you by singing as you respond to his call.

Be the golden egg!

Crafty me made this by only purchasing the egg.

Stephanie Goddard is a wife, mom, grammie, and Christian author from Sandwich, New Hampshire where she operates a small vegetable farm. She writes Christ-centered contemporary women’s fiction and romance. She is an active member of ACFW (Association of Christian Fiction Writers) as well as being a member of two ACFW critique groups. Her story, Rocky Haven, was the winner of the 2020 ACFW First Impressions Contest in the Short Novel category. Stephanie also won the 2018 First Impressions Contest Short Novel category for her story, Sleighbell Inn. Additionally, in 2021 Stephanie was a finalist in the Genesis Contest. She has completed three full-length novels and two novellas. She is a contributing author to the devotional book, The Courage to Write, (2021) and writes a weekly column in a local newspaper, The Meredith News. Her passion for writing is birthed from her desire to show—through story—the mighty, redemptive, and healing power of Christ.

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Turn Down the Volume

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Have you ever noticed that nowadays everything is instant like the microwave? You buy a new watch by paying with your debit or bank card and when you get home; you find it is damaged, and it was the last one. Back to the store you go to ask for a refund. The store says it takes up to seven business days to put the money back on your card. Meanwhile, they took less than two minutes to accept your payment.

While driving on the highway to a restaurant in an unfamiliar area, you miss your exit. Now you must drive another ten miles to get off at the next exit to go back.

Working on your website, you accidentally delete every article you’ve written for the past year. You feel like a complete idiot for being so careless. It takes you more than an hour to undo the damage of one key stroke to recover everything you deleted.

God has a way of giving us subtle hints that we need to pay attention to. We can be so focused on the task at hand that we are not listening to Him speak. Our minds are glued to what we want and not what God wants for us.

Sure, you had been waiting for the watch’s price to drop for months. But did you really need another watch, considering you barely wear the other five you have?

You’ve heard so many excellent reviews about this restaurant and could finally get a reservation. Checking the online menu, you already knew everything you wanted to order, from the appetizer to the entrée, beverage, and dessert. But driving twenty miles out of your way plus another ten from getting lost, was it worth it?

Working on your website when you were pressed for time was not exactly a good idea. Considering you have still been learning the ins and outs of website building. Was adding a different picture to your latest post something that could have waited for when you had more time?

Had you and I stopped to listen to God’s voice, these things and more would not have happened. When you turn down the volume of everything happening in your life, you can then clearly hear God speaking.

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Shared Post from Ellanwanua.com Love is Not Touchy

1 Corinthians 13:5 PHILLIPS)


I read this young lady’s post and it touched me so much that I had to share it with everyone. Please check out the preview then click on the link below it to read the full story.

LOVE IS NOT TOUCHY

I watched a short film by Juwon Odetayo on youtube early hours of this morning titled “FADING”. It was short and very intriguing. This film is a motivation to today’s blog post.

I’ll put the link to the film at the end of the blog post.

We have one silent entitlement. Okay, let me not generalize. Most of us do. and it is this: We think we are “entitled” to be offended when we are offended by people. I do it too. So, you are not alone.

But, in recent weeks, I’ve been constantly reminded that being touchy is not my right. Neither is it a fruit of the Spirit. Sometimes, I feel so hurt or angry and justified, and I tell God, “Didn’t You hear what she just told me?” That was completely unfair! Or “Those comments are enough to get any sane person mad,” and I am quickly reminded that LOVE IS NOT TOUCHY.

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What If

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In this land we live in, there are so many kinds of people, places and things. There is not one thing that is the same as another. Whether it’s man made or God made. Everything and everyone have their distinct identity.

With each unique being, it troubles me that some people and things are being deliberately shunned because they do not fit a certain mold. That leads me to a state of confusion.

For example, why is a well maintained green and yellow house called an eyesore by other homeowners, whose houses are all gray and blue cookie cutter homes with peeling paint and rotten shutters?

Why is finding larger clothes and shoes sizes harder than small? Yes, it requires more material and labor. I get that.

Why is it harder to find skin products when you have skin disorders, skin diseases, and burn scars?

Why do people in authority positions make rules for others but exclude themselves from such regulations?

Why do some people detest one another because their mirror reflection does not match?

What if that green and yellow house caused other people to see the beauty in it?

What if larger clothes and shoe sizes were just as easy to find as small?

What if finding skin products for people with skin disorders, diseases or burn scars sat right next to other skin products?

What if those high-ranking position holders stopped for a minute to think of themselves being held to the same rules that now exclude them? How would they feel being told that they cannot do something that is vital to their very being?

What if that reflection in the mirror reflected the words Love Thy Neighbor?

When you exclude people, places, and things, you never get to see how beautiful they are because you are looking with darkened eyes. But when you remove your blinders, you will open a whole new world of greatness.

The next time someone tries to dim your light because you don’t fit in, do not dim theirs in retaliation. Show them just how big and bright your light is.

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What If

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In this land we live in, there are so many kinds of people, places and things. There is not one thing that is the same as another. Whether it’s man made or God made. Everything and everyone have their distinct identity.

With each unique being, it troubles me that some people and things are being deliberately shunned because they do not fit a certain mold. That leads me to a state of confusion.

For example, why is a well maintained green and yellow house called an eyesore by other homeowners, whose houses are all gray and blue cookie cutter homes with peeling paint and rotten shutters?

Why is finding larger clothes and shoes sizes harder than small? Yes, it requires more material and labor. I get that.

Why is it harder to find skin products when you have skin disorders, skin diseases, and burn scars?

Why do people in authority positions make rules for others but exclude themselves from such regulations?

Why do some people detest one another because their mirror reflection does not match?

What if that green and yellow house caused other people to see the beauty in it?

What if larger clothes and shoe sizes were just as easy to find as small?

What if finding skin products for people with skin disorders, diseases or burn scars sat right next to other skin products?

What if those high-ranking position holders stopped for a minute to think of themselves being held to the same rules that now exclude them? How would they feel being told that they cannot do something that is vital to their very being?

What if that reflection in the mirror reflected the words Love Thy Neighbor?

When you exclude people, places, and things, you never get to see how beautiful they are because you are looking with darkened eyes. But when you remove your blinders, you will open a whole new world of greatness.

The next time someone tries to dim your light because you don’t fit in, do not dim theirs in retaliation. Show them just how big and bright your light is.

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We May Stumble & Fall

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The definition of a Christian is One who believes in Christ. Whether you’ve been at your church since you were a child, found a new one, or are a believer who doesn’t have a church home yet, being a Christian is still the same. You believe in the man upstairs.

 As humans, we can try to be as perfect as we can. We make sure we do everything in our power to be perfect. Try to be the best person or image of God we can be. We can volunteer to feed the homeless, agree to take a double shift because of staff shortages or even let someone go in front of us at the grocery store because our cart full of food is no match for their five items.

But what happens when things are not so pleasant? We’ve found ourselves in a position where we’ve been lied on & humiliated in public? We’ve been made to look like we’re the devil himself rather than the decent person we are. At the moment, all we hear and see is that we’re under attack & we go into survival mode. After the smoke has cleared, we realize we let a person make us step outside of our character. Our retaliation cut like a sharp knife.

Does this make us bad people or not Christian-like? No, it doesn’t it means we’re human before anything else. We hurt, cry, and bleed, just like the next person. We’ve worked hard to be the best us we can. The imminent threat caused us to fall short. Let me be the one to tell you there are no perfect people in this world, only sinners getting back up after a fall.

We can’t beat ourselves up over the way we handled things. We must stop replaying it in our minds. Removing ourselves from the situation is the best thing to do, even if it means taking an enormous loss.

The next time you find yourself in a situation like this, remember this verse:

Romans 8:14 ESV For all who are led by the spirit of God are all the children of God. You are a child of God and there’s no one better than Him to fight your battles as he was persecuted himself.

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Dear Love, I’ve Unpacked by Baggage

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Dear Love I’ve Unpacked my Baggage

As I sit here and pen this open letter to you, I want you to know it’s going to be long. For I have a lot to say to you and I’m ready to get it out. No longer will I remain quiet because I’m sad and ashamed I failed at keeping my special someone yet again. I’ve been in relationships where I was happy, and I felt loved. One time, I gave love only to find out the relationship was based on false pretenses. When I thought I found the one for me, I endured disappointment because the one for me wanted me to give up my identity to be with them.

As I look back, I can spot a lot of things I could’ve done different. Maybe changing a few things would’ve made them work. On more than one occasion, I’m glad I left because I didn’t want to be treated horribly by the person who said they loved me but didn’t. Other times I stayed, knowing I disapproved of their dreadful habits. However, as time moved on, I hated the person because of their awful demeanor. I couldn’t stay there anymore. I hold the blame for this because I settled for someone who I wasn’t compatible with so I wouldn’t be lonely. As a result, the two of us went our separate ways.

I’m unpacking my bags, because I’m tired of bearing this heavy load. For way too long, have I let this thing called happiness slip through my slim fingers. Insecurities, not being pretty enough, not being smart enough, and being told no one would ever want you. Being told you will never succeed with your goals and dreams. I allowed a former significant other to impact my next relationship because of all the damage I suffered beforehand.

Bringing them with me instead of dealing with them before I entered a new relationship caused me to start the same cycle again. After I took the time to learn to love myself, I realized I had been carrying the weight of all the horrid events that occurred in my life. With clear eyes, I see better. I understand what I want in a relationship and what I don’t. Things I find unsavory in their ways which might cause harm to them or myself, I will not even go near.

How will I recognize when the right one comes? Well God will tell me. But in the meantime, loving me is the best thing that ever happened to me. So, as I end this lengthy letter to you, I can smile and say Dear Love, I’ve Unpacked my Baggage.

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Happy One Year Anniversary

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One year ago, today I set out to start a blog to create a place where you could find faith inspired books and articles for encouragement. For years, I had been posting inspirational quotes on my Instagram page, so this was nothing new to me. What was new to me was realizing how much I truly loved it. The more I wrote, the more I wanted to write. I fell in love with writing all over again. Writing pieces that touch others make my heart sing.

Whether you’ve been with me all year or just started following me. Thank you so much for reading my blog. Thank you for your likes, comments and shares. They mean the world to me. My writing critique partner Stephanie once said that my articles sound like we are sitting around having a conversation. Well to that I say, grab a cup of tea, coffee or your favorite beverage because I’ve only just begun.

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God’s Grace

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God’s Grace

Have you ever had a time in your life when you needed to start over again? You want to fix the terrible thing that caused hurt and despair. You think back, you can see what you did wrong. However, God is the only one who can turn the hands of time.

Your failed marriage that crashed like a runaway train without brakes. The business that was going to make you rich left you penniless. A dream beach home of yours left your money in sinking sand. The relationship where you assumed you could mold and create your perfect mate turned into dust. You beat yourself up knowing you should have done better.

Every day, people experience setbacks from errors, myself included. For years, I was my worst enemy, berating myself for my mistakes. Talking to God, I asked why awful things happened to me. Not understanding why I endured the pain and struggles. I had questions for God. He answered by telling me to look around. As I did, I looked directly at my wall décor that I created with paint and flowers. It took me several tries to complete the style I was looking for in that piece. At first, I couldn’t comprehend it, then I realized every storm I went through was making me a stronger woman. Strong enough to start my own blog and write a novel which I just finished (Now for the rewrites 😊). Fierce enough to attend the movies, theater, and other places alone. Secure enough to admit my faults.

Failure is a part of growing because you learn lessons to make better decisions. No one can rewrite the past, but with God’s grace, it makes living for the future much better.

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Quote of the Month

~ Pick yourself up & keeping going.~

Most Valuable Player MVP

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Careers, jobs, families and any other thing life throws at you are common parts of our daily lives. Often, we are whizzing through our busy lives like the yellow cabs in New York City. There are ten more by the time one leaves. They represent our very hectic schedules.

Some mornings look like this. Preparing ourselves for work, getting the kids ready for school, taking care of our furry children, dropping off the kids to the sitter, or school then finally heading out to work an eight-hour shift. When time permits during the day, we are planning dinner, deciding whether to do the mountain load of laundry as it dangerously threatens to tip over. All while deciding what to wear to work the next day that does not need ironing, as you’ve already ironed the kids’ clothes for the entire week and you’re on strike from that big hunk of metal for the moment. 

Then there is your work you do five days a week, that allows you to keep a roof over your family’s head and food on the table. Focus, focus, focus is what you tell yourself, but all you really want to do is focus on taking a nap. Your mind is tired of hearing everyone call out your name for help with this, that, and other things you don’t even know how to handle.

My late mother used to always remind me that God didn’t make the world in one day. God needed a rest. After His rest, the outcome was this beautiful enormous land we call home. Making yourself the MVP most valuable person is so important. Pencil yourself in for a walk in the park regardless of the weather. Add a calendar event to go to the museum or movies. 

I attended the Tina Turner play on Broadway by myself and it was simply amazing. The play was phenomenal, but the best part was taking time out for myself to do what I wanted. Be fair warned, some people may say you’re being selfish by not doing certain things. Let them say it until they’re blue in the face while you unwind, be unbothered and not stressed. You can’t be any good to anyone until you’re good to yourself. Be the MVP of your life and then you can shine like a star.

Quote of the Month

~Loving yourself is the first step to loving someone else.~

Desiree Future