Thursday, March 8, 2018

To Catch A Butterfly - Crystal Mary Lindsey


Delightful!

The first thing I would like you to know is that I am a manly man.  Quite naturally, therefore, I would NEVER want to read a romance novel—not even a Christian one!  However, our Heavenly Father sees things differently, and here I am reviewing To Catch A Butterfly.  It was a delightful read.  Yes, it is indeed an authentic romance novel, but there is much more to this book than just that.  Furthermore, there is a surprise bonus at the end.  Make up your own mind, but read this book, you must.  Just click on the cover to go to its Amazon.com page.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Abuse Beaten - Crystal Mary Lindsey


If you feel trapped in an abusive relationship with a parent, spouse or significant other, READ THIS BOOK!  If you know of someone trapped in an abusive relationship and want to help them, READ THIS BOOK!  In conclusion, READ THIS BOOK!  Click on the cover to go to its Amazon.com page.

Spirit Warrior: Fighting the Realms of Darkness - Crystal Mary Lindsey


Set in Australia during the 1920s, Spirit Warrior: Fighting the Realms of Darkness is much more than a breathtaking period piece.  For it follows Rena from recruitment to deployment engaging demons in both the material and spiritual realms.  With plenty of time set aside for love and laughter, surely it will have you wondering if the events in the book really did happen.  It certainly had that effect on me.  Click on the cover to go to its Amazon.com page. 

Monday, March 5, 2018

Me and Paul


For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.

A couple of weeks or so, a very good friend of mine posted that verse on her Facebook page.  Our Heavenly Father then gave me a comment pointing out that this was Him allowing the Apostle Paul to express his own natural feelings on the subject.  For it was not as if the Apostle Paul did not fully understand that our Heavenly Father could accomplish everything He wanted to without the help of others like himself.  That was a paraphrase of the actual comment, by the way.

To finish the last of that story, I felt very good about the comment.  For I thought at the time that she was a devout [Arminian], who believe that true Christians serve as our Heavenly Father’s hands and feet in this world because He will not directly interfere with our freewill, among other reasons.  Our Heavenly Father has since pointed out to me that I was very wrong about her, which is another thing I am deeply ashamed of.

Around seven hours ago, our Heavenly Father gave me an opportunity to practice what He had me preaching (so to speak) with the aforementioned comment.  For I awoke from my slumber to both sides of my neck aching worse than I can recall happening before.  While trying to position my neck so I could go back to sleep, I had the thought that I was in the beginning stages of having a massive heartache.  My release from this prison of a world was being processed, and I was about to go home to spend all of eternity with my Heavenly Father in His Kingdom of Heaven as an heir to all that is His in glory.

Did I rejoice?  After all, I have been saying (also so to speak) quite frequently since my beloved wife, Arlynda, went home last December 5th that it was my turn next.  No, I followed the Apostle Paul’s example.

No, you should not be amazed at my willingness to continue to suffer so greatly in this world in order to continue to serve.  For I was foolishly (wickedly, actually) thinking that I did not want to go home when I can now see some of MY efforts coming to fruition.

Yes, our Heavenly Father delights in displaying His perfection in and through imperfect people like myself, but  I wish He had not created me quite so imperfect as I naturally am.  Woe is me.  May not my will be done—but His.

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Monday, February 26, 2018

In Defense of Little Lost Leon

Yes, my latest eBook, Little Lost Leon, is now out.  No, I do not have it on FishHawk Droppings yet.  For I am wanting to reformat the site to pages instead of blogging, as it now is.  Nonetheless, you can download Little Lost Leon [here] or I will email it to you.

The feedback has been very encouraging.  In fact, I feel like this is THE ONE to get the proverbial ball rolling, so to speak, but three have balked.  For they said that the first chapter is just too descriptive for them to go further than five or six pages.

Alas, it would be quite unreasonable to expect everyone to like it.  For there are different strokes for different folks, as they say, but I would still like to explain what the first chapter, which is by far the worst in that regard, is all about.

The first chapter of Little Lost Leon provides a very small taste of what our Heavenly Father has been enduring to accomplish His purposes in this world—plain and simple.  No, He most certainly does not delight in such despicable behavior, but He delights in where it is leading.

Little Lost Leon does become lighter and back to darker.  This pattern repeats throughout the book, which is actually five different storylines leading to a very bright ending.


No, Little Lost Leon will not be a delight to everyone, but you just might be surprised that it may be to you.  Besides, the price is right.  For with all of the books I have been given to publish, Little Lost Leon is offered for free, but with my personal finances still being quite desperate, I also ask for a small donation from those who receive some value from the book.  Just a dollar would help so very much.

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Thursday, December 21, 2017

Arlynda's Eulogy and Memorial Slideshow

Arlynda Lea (Chastain) Beuterbaugh physically died at 3:45 AM, Tuesday, December 5, 2017 from complications due to non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver. She passed on peacefully at Cox South Hospital in Springfield, MO.

Arlynda was physically born into this world on August 8, 1961 in Cabool, MO. She was a life-long resident of the state of Missouri and had resided in Springfield since 1998.

Arlynda was preceded in physical death by her father, Wayne Chastain, in August of 1995 and her mother, Bonnie (Babbitt) Lozano, in January of 2017. Her father resided in Nixa, MO at he time of his physical death, and her mother resided in Springfield, MO at the time of her physical death.

Arlynda is survived by her husband, two sisters, one brother, two brothers-in-law, one niece, three nephews, two uncles and one aunt. Arlynda's husband, Jerry E. Beuterbaugh, resides in Springfield, MO. Arlynda's sister, Leslie (Chastain) Rose resides with her husband, James Rose, in Rogersville, MO. Arlynda's sister, Angie (Prisliski) Langley resides with her husband, Jay Langley, in Nixa, MO. Arlynda's brother, Steve Prisliski, resides in Ozark, MO. Arlynda's niece, Michaela Rose, resides in Rogersville, MO. Arlynda's nephew, Loren Rose, resides in Ozark, MO. Arlynda's nephew, Sam Langley, resides in Springfield, MO. Arlynda's nephew, Jake Langley, resides in Washington, MO. Arlynda's aunt, Grace (Babbitt) Butts resides with her husband, Elster Butts, in Mountain Grove, MO and Arlynda's uncle, Kenneth Babbitt, resides in Republic, MO.

Okay, that takes care of the formalities, and now for the good stuff. Hopefully, you will think so, too.

I did not realize that I had no idea just what love is really all about until I met Arlynda in March of 1994. She never waivered in her service as a clear reflectiion of our Heavenly Father's love for the 23 years, eight months and 20 days we were so blissfully married.

We having met at all is also miraculous. For it was the result of me caving in to stop my mom from pestering me anymore about it and placing a personal ad in the Penny Power advertising paper circulated around Springfield, MO. All the ad said was, Single white male seeking single white female for possible marriage, along with, "For nothing will be impossible with God." Luke 1:37 (NAS).

I was so convinced that the ad would come to nothing, I did not bother to hear, "You have no new messages at this time," until eight days had passed. Much to my delight, Arlynda had left me a message on the very same day the ad came out.

I parked my pickup across the street from Arlynda's tiny house in Nixa, MO, and as I was walking to her front door, I noticed a seven-pound fuzzball of fury in the form of a teacup poodle, standing between Arlynda and me. Arlynda indicated that this first meeting would probably be the last if I did not meet with Reenie's approval forthwith. A serious belly rub later, we settled into being man and wife quite happily. Okay, there were a couple of other steps, but my many years of agony over romantic failures were over.

Arlynda visited 39 of the lower 48 American states while out on the truck with me hauling refrigerated freight. During a layover in Buffalo, NY, we bob-tailed across the bridge over Niagara Falls into Niagara Falls, ON so she could say that she had been to Canada, as well as seeing Niagara Falls. Reenie was also out on the truck with us and loved barking at other vehicles through the small window at the bottom of the passenger-side door.

Before we met, Arlynda earned a degree with honors in Nursing from Phillips College in Springfield, MO. She worked for Student Health at the University of Missouri in Columbia, MO, where she met her dearest friend, Barbie, who now resides with her husband, John Shryack, in Kansas City, MO. Arlynda also worked for various clinics and individual doctors throughout southwestern MO.

Arlynda made many other dear friends working in Springfield, MO at MCI, Hastings and Uniprise (United Health Care). She was disabled for the last five years or so.

Be assured that she will be missed more than I want to think about, but I am so very thankful for her great suffering finally coming to an end. Our Heavenly Father truly is full of goodness and mercy.

Arlynda's sisters, Angie and Leslie, along with her niece, Michaela, produced awesome memorial slidesho that I uploaded to my Facebook page, but Facebook muted the background music out of an abundance of caution over copyright infringement concerns.  When I went to add it here, it was too big to upload.  So, you can go [here] to both watch AND listen to it. I hope you are as impressed with it as I am. I think it is inspired and inspiring.


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Monday, December 11, 2017

Help Needed

My beloved wife, Arlynda, went to spend all of eternity with our Heavenly Father in His Kingdom of Heaven as an heir to all that is His in glory very early last Tuesday (December 5th) morning at Cox South Hospital (here in town) due to complications from non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver. I have been posting updates on my Facebook page because this is where many of her close friends and family members mostly are online. I meant to publish a timeline of those posts here before now, but I have been just too overwhelmed with other matters. As long as I keep focused upon Arlynda's great suffering finally coming to an end, I do okay.

Anyway, I find myself in need of some financial help. I would rather not go into further detail at this time, but we had been existing from disability check to disability check for the last several years. The amount was barely enough to keep the bills current, and I found out this morning that it is going to take at least another couple of months before Social Security determines how much more I can receive each month. The $108 I am now receiving is nowhere close to being enough, and I now need at least $1,000 to keep a roof over my head (along with our critters) and the wolves at bay. Please give what you can, but to be perfectly honest about it, I cannot naturally blame anyone for thinking that I had made my own bed and now receiving what I deserve.

The easiest way to give would be to click-on the Paypal Donate button about a third of the way down on my sidebar here. For those who do not have a Paypal account or would rather not use it, our physical address is as follows.

Jerry E. Beuterbaugh
1714 W Scott St.
Springfield, MO 65802

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