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Seeking Safety

I have news, good news, great news!

My new novel is ready for reviews and “Beta Readers”. In the writing world a Beta reader is someone, often another writer, always an avid reader, who agrees to read your book looking for any big problems in the story line and the characters. A reviewer reads the book and writes a short paragraph hopefully in praise of the book but not necessarily. I am just delighted to have finally reached this stage.

I need your opinion on my choice of name for this book. Would you stop to look at a book titled:

Seeking Safety

Today, I wrote a “pitch” for Seeking Safety. A “pitch” is the kind of thing we find on the back cover or books. It’s supposed to catch our interest and make us want to buy it. Writing a “pitch” requires a totally different skill than writing the book. This is my first attempt for “Seeking Safety”. I would truly appreciate it, if all of my readers would leave a comment about this pitch. Does it make my book sound interesting? Would it entice you to read the book? Don’t worry, about hurting my feelings. On this one I have a very tough skin. Thank you in advance.

Seeking Safety by Janet Stobie

For teenager Renee Grenville safety and security are fragile. In seconds her Mom’s life ended. For more two years, Renee and her dad have been struggling to rebuild their lives. Now, that fragile new security is threatened. Surrounded by uncertainty, Renee buries herself in her school project only to discover that life intervenes anyway. Seeking Safety is a novel about relationships, between individuals, the community, and the past.

A Safe Refuge

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When my mother died, I received a wonderful letter of comfort from a church friend. She talked of the emptiness that comes when both parents die. Parents can provide a safe place of refuge. Many of us have learned that no matter what happens in our lives our mother, or father, or both will love us anyway. Even though we’re adults they still hold us as we cry, just as they did when we were children. That kind of safety is a priceless treasure.

As I read the letter my mind turned to Jesus’ story of the lost son Lost and alone, the results of his own life choices. This son turned toward home where he knew he would not be turned away. Even if he was reduced to the level of the lowest servant, he would be fed and sheltered. When he approached his childhood home, his father ran to meet him and gathered him up in a warm and loving embrace. (Luke 15: 11-32).

My mother had given me that kind of love. My safe refuge was no longer physically with me. I mourned her leaving. My church friend’s words reminded me of two things. First, I had already provided that same kind of home for my children. During the storms of life, they knew that they could find refuge with me. I remember actually saying that to one of mine. No matter what happens in my life or yours, you will never be rid of me. I will love you always.

Jesus said, “if your child asks for bread would you give him a stone?” If you can give that kind of love, then God’s love is so much greater.

As I grieved my mother’s death, I was comforted by this scripture. My earthly mother may no longer be with me, but God is with me. God’s loving arms enfold me. Even when I have turned away, God’s love is with me, waiting. In God we have a safe refuge. I’m grateful.

Is there anyone among you who, if your child asks for bread, will give a stone? … If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good things to those who ask him!”