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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Renee Blare Asks What Matters?

Let me offer a hearty welcome to Christian author, Renee Blare. She ponders "what matters" for our Writing with God's Hope blog today.

Have you ever wondered if people care? If anything really matters?
You could shout from the rooftops or scream at the top of your lungs, but in the end, would it make a difference? Maybe you should whisper? It’d probably save the sore throat.
After all, nobody really cares, nothing really matters. Right?
            Wrong. God cares. You matter.

I remember the moment I was saved.
No, not the day I heard of Jesus Christ. I’d heard His name my whole life. That name really didn’t mean much to me. It was just another name in a book. True, it was a very special book…but alas, it was merely paper and ink to me.
Now that I’ve made some ears burn and caused a few deep gasps of horror, stay with me.

As I said, I’d heard the name of Jesus, my whole life. What do I mean by that? Before I could walk, I played to songs of His name in the church nursery. I cut my teeth on the Holy Bible…literally. In addition to gum relief, I discovered certain rules came with it. Such things as when to use it, when not to, and most important of all, how to use it. And I learned well.

In other words, I could “talk the talk.” I even managed to improvise on a few occasions and “walk the talk”, so to speak. Right down the aisle into the baptistery. After all, that’s what a good “Christian” does, right?

Then came adolescence. Acne, glasses, braces…all in one year! The world hit with a bang. We’d moved to a brand new one too. World, that is. From the bayou of Louisiana to the high plains of Wyoming, culture shock rocked me to my very toes.
           On the outside, I remained the model “Christian.” I went to church every Sunday, and youth group on Wednesday. I even managed a camp or two. But God remained a complete stranger and it showed I used the language more conducive of a long-haul trucker or oilrig hand. I actually made a verbal agreement with my high school principal. “Keep it clean in the halls. Free reign at the games.” No, I’m not joking.

After the strain of adolescence snowballed into high school, (appropriate connotation for Wyoming, wouldn’t you say?) life took on new challenges. Migraines, my father’s business issues, and family health crises made days in my household interesting, if not dangerous. A lot for a teenager to handle, but unavoidable. But I made it..
I graduated and threw myself into church with a passion. Choir, Sunday Worship, Wednesday Night Bible Study, Singles’ Group, all to no end. I was still confused and miserable. What was I missing? What was the point to all this anyway?

Then it happened.

One cold Thursday night at Singles’ Group, we were studying Galatians. Afterwards, we began to pray, and it was like something or Someone slammed a two-by-four into the side of my head. All of a sudden, the years of Sunday School, all the children songs, hymns, sermons—everything I’d heard for the last eighteen years—made sense.

I asked Jesus into my heart that night. I knew Him at last. I realized He’d always been at my side, waiting…knocking. And that night, I let Him in.

I was…finally…a Christian, and my life changed. Instantly. It has never been the same.

 

If you’re asking yourself if God cares? He’s standing by your side right now. Waiting.

Ask Him into your heart and find out. You’ll always matter to Him.

 

Gal 2:20 (NKJV)  “I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”

 Oh, thank you, Renee. That was beautiful. I think many of us Christians will be able to identify with at least some of your story. Until we find Christ, religion isn't enough.
 
I love your humor, Renee. Tell us about your book:

To Soar on Eagle’s Wings


Spring’s in the air. While the sun shines in Timber Springs, snow falls on the Snowy Range, and trouble’s brewing in the meadows. The area’s new game warden, Steve Mitchell launches his first wildlife investigation of the season but the trouble follows him—straight to town.

Rachel Fitzgerald’s on Spring Break. Or at least she’s trying. Between paperwork, and harassing phone calls, she may as well have stayed in her classroom. So much for relaxation. A ‘chance’ meeting with her brother’s old roommate offers her weary soul a shred of hope, but she discovers love, like life, isn’t easy.

He talks with the wisdom of the Lord but rejects the future. She wants to soar with the eagles but walks alone. And trusting God proves to be more of a challenge than ever before…

 

 


Raised in Louisiana and Wyoming, Renee started writing poetry in junior high school and that, as they say, was that. After having her son, a desire to attend pharmacy school sent her small family to the University of Wyoming in Laramie, and she's been counting pills ever since. While writing's her first love, well, after the Lord and husband, she also likes to fish and hunt as well as pick away on her classical guitar.
Nestled against the Black Hills with her husband, crazy old dog and ornery cat, she serves the community of northeastern Wyoming as a pharmacist and pens her Christian stories, keeping them interesting with action and intrigue, of course. She loves to interact with readers and invites you check out her website, blog, and social media.
·         contact@reneeblare.com

·         Website: www.reneeblare.com



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I am honored by your visit today, Renee, and I thank you. Does anyone have questions or comments to make?