According to the Noah Webster 1828 dictionary *which is the dictionary of choice in our home), to learn means: 1) To gain knowledge of; to acquire knowledge or ideas of something before unknown. 2) To acquire skill in any thing; to gain by practice of a faculty of performing; as to learn to play the flute or trumpet. 3) To teach; to communicate the knowledge of something before unknown.
As a parent, I have had to teach my children many things through the years. Yet, they have also taught me lessons, such as patience. I have also worked as a teacher in the classroom, where my job was to ensure students learned the material to pass the course.
Now our children are older and I am striving to learn something new for myself. For example, I want to learn to knit.
As the time for the #Write28Days challenge approached, I felt enthusiasm for what would come. Sometimes, I begin a blogging challenge, and the words just flow forth easily. Other times, I seem to struggle with what to write.
Having a prompt to follow definitely makes things challenging. Enthusiasm brings to mind things like riding a rollercoaster at a theme park, or spending time with my husband and children. Or I often feel enthusiasm when I make a delicious meal our family loves.
Other things I greet with enthusiasm include snow, crocheting, and reading an excellent book. Making good friends provides excitement, joy and enthusiasm as well. So what creates enthusiasm in your world?
Roughly one year ago this month, we relocated from Texas to North Carolina (our home of record). We were disappointed to say goodbye to good friends, but looked forward to staying in touch. We barely settled into our new home and unpacked, when we were disappointed by the lockdowns that resulted from COVID.
I was also disappointed to have to say goodbye to our oldest son, since he moved to Virginia to start his own life as an adult. Yet I knew he would be fine.
At the same time, COVID allowed us to spend more time as a family. So what has disappointed you recently?
One Secret Love + One Misdirection and Multiple Situationships = Courting Country
Taggart Bauman has secretly loved Kylie Gordon since they were young, but she married his best friend. When Kylie is widowed, Taggert promises to take care of her. And even though he could be free to profess his love, he chooses to keep his feelings a secret. If Kylie knew that he’d failed to save her husband, she’d never forgive him. He knows, because he can’t forgive himself.
After being alone for so long, Kylie believes an online dating service is her last chance at finding love. But she continually finds herself in “situationships” that require Taggert to rescue her. When at last she reconnects with Eldon Wenz, an old friend from their college years, she thinks perhaps this is finally her second chance at love…but just in case, she asks Taggert to accompany her when she travels to Eldon’s ranch.
But sometimes things are not what they seem, and when one more situationship crops up, Taggart vents his resentment and tells Kylie she needs to work out the choices she’s making.
Will Taggart lose Kylie forever, friendship and all, or will Kylie realize that what she’s been searching for has been right in front of her the whole time?
As I began reading this book, I had the feeling things would get interesting pretty quickly, and I was correct. The concept of someone being in the love with the spouse of his/her best friend created the perfect story. The death of a spouse allows unbelievable pain to arise, but when your spouse dies too soon, you have to go on living. Kylie found herself in that position.
I loved how Taggart related to Kylie throughout the book. Eldon allowed this story to move in unexpected directions for a while. But I absolutely loved how the book ended. The characters were interesting and well-written. I also thought the storyline itself was one that captured my attention.
I laughed at times and shook my head in disbelief at other times. The visual imagery the author included helped bring this book to life. I definitely can say I enjoyed reading this book.
So if you are looking for a fun, quick read, check out this book for yourself.
I received a complimentary copy of this book, but this in no way influenced my review. All opinions are my own.
About the Author
Nebraska country girl LoRee Peery writes fiction that hopefully appeals to adult readers who enjoy stories written from a Christian perspective, focusing on the romance. These include novels and novellas for women and men in the Contemporary, Romance, Historical, Time Travel, and Mystery/Suspense categories. She writes of redeeming grace with a sense of place. Her Frivolities Series and the book based on her father’s unsolved homicide, Touches of Time, are available on Amazon. She is who she is by the grace of God: Christian, country girl, wife, mother, grandmother and great-, sister, friend, and author.
More from LoRee
Whenever I’m asked to write about myself, I groan silently. I love reading and gaining insight into other authors, but always wonder what’s interesting about me. Just now, I glanced down at the few left-handed fingertips I’m using on my keyboard.
I am right-handed, but at this moment in mid-October, 2020 and for four more weeks, my right arm is in an immobilizer. I have strict orders not to use the arm at all. Here’s what happened…
Pain struck on Mother’s Day. I’d applied eye makeup for the first time since the Covid-19 lockdown began in March. I lowered my arm and the stab took me to my knees. I’m used to something always hurting due to fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis, and I have a high pain tolerance. If I’m nauseated I know the pain is high, and that sudden ice pick that didn’t abate was eight on the pain chart, which caused me to be sick to my stomach all day.
Good comes out of tribulation. I spent hours in the Bible, especially the Old Testament. One of those early mornings, probably between two and three, I picked up a yellow legal pad and praised the Lord through what I later called LoRee’s psalms. Many could be considered lamentations, but if I began downhearted, I ended noting how good my heavenly Father is to me.
I have no room for complaints. I’ve never asked “Why?” Patience grew in that waiting room of my heart. I learned I could write, rather print, with my left hand. I set aside my fictional story to honor my Savior. And I became humble, since I needed my husband to be my right hand.