Danger You Don't See

I marvel whenever I recognize that God has protected me from a danger that I didn't see or didn't see coming. Then, I praise God for looking out for me.
Kinda makes you think about guardian angels, huh?
Recently, I put on my house slippers, went downstairs, and walked around in the kitchen for a bit. I thought I felt a slight push into the ball of my left foot, but I poured my morning cup of coffee and went back upstairs. After a couple more steps with the push feeling in my foot, I declared, "What IS this?" I took off my slipper and ran my hand inside, searching for a pebble or something small. I felt something. I turned the shoe over and spotted a jagged piece of glass sticking out of the bottom. (For the purpose of the picture, I later took a tool and pulled the glass out a little so it could be seen better.) When I pulled the glass piece all the way out, I saw a very sharp point and realized it was on its way to fully break through the sole and into my skin with each step I took.
Wow. I examined the ball of my foot, hoping to see no blood. There was none, but there was a pink pressure mark. If I had walked longer, the narrow head of the glass piece would have entered my foot. God protected me from a danger I did not see.
You can probably recall a time that God protected you lately.
Giving thanks,
Sylvia
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Fall. Don't Stay Down.

  Today is another anniversary of 9/11. Has it  actually been seventeen years since the towers at the World Trade Center were attacked by hijacked planes and destroyed?  Tragedy at the Pentagon and the site in PA. May God continue to bless and comfort the families, friends, and other loved ones of those who lost their lives. Also, the same prayer goes up for those who are still alive, but continue to suffer health effects from 9/11 to this day. May God bless this country in every way.
This slogan from a movie poster comes to mind. Our country was attacked that day, but not destroyed. Fall. Get Back Up. We can use this thought in all the challenges of our lives. When you fall, don't stay down. Get back up.
Best wishes,
Sylvia
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Writing at the Library

On this day, I decide to write at the library.   It's a cool and quiet place, but not a silent environment. Silence makes me focus on listening for sounds. That takes me away from making a mind story.
Every now and then, I look up at the books on the shelves and experience a friendly feeling: an author surrounded by the books of other authors. Inspiration.
Success! I'm able to edit a chapter that's been a challenge: a newlywed couple is confronted by a woman from the husband's past...
Book 4 in the Church Doors series. I'll keep you posted!
Smiles,
Sylvia
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Writing in Dunkin Donuts

I can't always get my writing done in my study. Sometimes, I need a different writing environment. On this day, pavers were working on our street. The loud sounds were jarring and I couldn't concentrate on my work. It was a hot day, so I had the windows open, which meant I could also hear the chatter of the workmen as they labored. At one point, I was more focused on their conversation than on the conversation of  the characters in my mind. 

I thought, "That's it. I'm not getting any writing done. There's a Dunkin Donuts not too far away." I grabbed my notes and left the house.

"Much better." I munched on a breakfast bagel, sipped an iced tea, and edited a chapter in my upcoming novel. The sounds here were background sounds that didn't distract me.

This was a good plan for this writer on this day.

Sylvia

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The book is almost here!

I am so excited to be one of the authors in this book!

Our Candid Conversations anthology goes on sale on August 13, 2018! 

Please look for it and get your copy.

Please click the link for more information!

Thank you.

http://www.candidlychristian.com/book

Where Am I Sitting?

Let's have a bit of fun!
You probably recognize this place. You might even enjoy this place. During my childhood, I hated to visit this place, but my mother made me go. Lots of squirming, tears, and scolding happened when I'd sit in this type of chair. I thought my old childhood doctor was mean. He had little patience for children like me, who dreaded the very sight of needles, drills, and suction hoses. Fast forward many years and I thank God for my current this-kind-of-doctor. He's gentle, friendly, and professional. I hope he stays around for a long time more.  
Where am I sitting in this pic?
Smiles,
Sylvia
www.sylviabrownroberts

My Robe from 2013

Here are pictures of a robe from five years ago today, June 4, 2013.  I think I was near the end of my radiation treatments for fighting breast cancer. I received the robe at the first of my 33 treatments. I kept it in my car, and put it on in the oncology/radiation dressing room before each one of the treatments. It felt comforting and looked pretty, which really helped during this time.  I had God's promise that He was with me, a  supportive hospital staff, a loving family and friends, and a cool robe! One day, to amuse myself while waiting to be treated, I placed postcards from my two novels on the robe and took pictures. Behind Church Doors and Beyond Church Doors were published then. My third novel came later. My main point here is:  I AM STILL HERE in 2018.  I am still thankful! I don't wear the robe anymore, though. I put the robe in a memory box...
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