Posts tagged Christian Memoir
Do you have a favorite quote, saying
or scripture verse?
Towards the end of my book, Meet Me In The Mountains, I share a scripture that meant a lot to me during the renovation of Breath of Life Retreat House. I heard this scripture read at Mass one Sunday morning. It was 2 Corinthians 4:8-10. The words grabbed me so much that I was compelled to write them down. I pulled a pencil from my purse and wrote the verse down on the only thing I could find. My check book. When I got home, I boldly typed it out on a piece of white paper and taped it to the refrigerator door in the retreat house.
We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed. Through suffering, our bodies continue to share in the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may also be seen in our bodies.
It’s a reminder of God’s presence when trials come along. And trust me, when you are in charge of a major renovation project, there are trials and tribulations.
When the interior renovations were complete, I took the paper off the refrigerator and hand-lettered the scripture in calligraphy directly on the wall of the main hall. It’s unmistakable and it blesses many of our guests who read it. So why am I sharing this with you?
In a recent blog I explained my decision to close the door on my calligraphy website. The site was old and needed a lot of updating. I didn’t feel like I had the time to revamp and renew the hundreds of images and products.
But Wait! But Wait! But Wait!
I have some news!! Just like the passion and dedication I had to writing my book, Meet Me In The Mountains, I chose to take the time to resurrect my product line and put it in a new place.
It’s here on this blog site. My calligraphy is now available for purchase through the tab above that says “My Book and Gift Shop.”There will be more titles available soon. You will also find my book and many inspirational and scriptural titles, including the scripture from 2 Corinthians 4: 8-10 that I reference above.
You will find gifts for Weddings, Home Decor, RCIA, Pastor, Volunteers, Son, Daughter, Mom, Dad, Confirmation, Graduation and lot’s more.
It was my dream over thirty years ago to create a line of Christian art and lettering. I write a little about this in my book and explain how I, over time achieved this goal. It took many years and much patience. I always enjoy feedback from customers letting me know how a certain scripture or saying they bought from Amen Christian Calligraphy inspires and encourages them.
For awhile, all orders will receive FREE Ground or Parcel Post SHIPPING. In addition, FREE PERSONALIZING. Personalizing means a name and/or date can be lettered and shown through a cutout in the matting to make your picture even more special.
If you have a favorite scripture or verse that you like, please post it here on this blog in the comments section below.
Let’s start a compilation of favorite verses, scripture and quotes and who knows, maybe I will create yours
in the near future.
- The Goodreads giveaway is up to 600 contestants. Only two more days until three names are chosen.
- I am excited to have had an interview with the Catholic Sun this past week. I will share when it is printed and available.
- There are two book signings coming up. One June 9th during the garden tour of Breath of Life Retreat House and the other is at Oasis Christian Store in Payson on June 19th. Flyers below:
In my book, Meet Me In The Mountains, A Memoir By Candy Marie Bridges, I share much about my life and feelings over a thirty year period. I hope you will find my writing
inspiring and thought provoking. You can buy your copy here directly from my blog. Click on “Buy Meet Me In The Mountains Here” to get your autographed copy today.
I was not sure what topic I was going to choose to blog about this morning, until I was interrupted by the sound of something I only hear a few weeks out of the year, and at this particular time of the morning. As I listen to the loud squeals, this sparks a story that I must share.
It was very early in the morning when I first heard the high pitched sound seven years ago, I lived in the mountains in a community called Strawberry Hollow.
Prior to experiencing the silence of the forest and living in Pine, Arizona, I had been a city girl all my life. The sounds of cars, planes, sirens, people and children walking by weren’t even a conscious thought in my mind. You don’t really think twice about the everyday city sounds.
But when you move to a very rural secluded area where there are no freeways or cars nearby, let alone many people, silence speaks and the city sounds are replaced by trees swaying in the wind, birds chirping, singing and even the sound of their feathers quickly moving as they flap their wings in flight. A rooster in the distance or a horse whinnying. The thunder and lightening of a storm and water moving in a creek. Frogs croaking and crickets chirping are the mind numbing sounds you will hear among the forest.
At this time of the year for a little over two weeks I heard a sound that scared me.
Every morning just before the sun rises about mid September, there is a sound like no other.
My first September living in the mountains, I experienced this unusual sound and it made me wonder if I should call the police. As I lay in bed listening to the inconsistent screaming for at least twenty minutes. I prayed, Dear Lord please protect and save the person who is screaming. Please stop the person from hurting them so they can be helped. I did not know where it was coming from and my heart ached thinking that someone was screaming so loud for help. The sound eventually stopped and I was glad. The next morning I heard it again, and again I prayed, Dear Lord, please send someone to help that person who is in pain. And I thought to myself, why doesn’t that person get away from their attacker? And maybe I am not as safe as I thought here in the rural mountains.
Then I found out who the culprit was to this awful crime. And coincidentally I wasn’t the only one concerned. The local news reported one morning after I got up that people were calling in to the police about screams up here in the mountains. The police assured us…. us being newbie mountain people not to worry, because it was Elk rutting season.
This time of year, the big thousand pound males scream like girls to attract a mate. They call this bugling. My ears call it screaming like a girl.
This yearly ritual is going on now and I always think of this story and my innocent ignorance when I first heard it.