Today, I’m showing off
my dear friend and writing critique partner, the Award-winning Author, Rachel
Phifer. Rachel & I work with only one critique partner on all our individual books. As you read the following , you'll understand why I rejoice in such a wonderful writing partner. And also I might add a bit of bragging rights---her Carol Nominated novel below The Language of Sparrows---ta...da...I was Rachel's critique partner on that book. Can you blame me for feeling proud?
First Fruits of Time by Rachel Phifer
MORE TIME has been the
cry of my adult life. My days are a mad rush through work, dinner, chores,
raising my kids and writing. I search out empty spaces around those things to
meet with God. Sure, I have faith, but too often, it’s a limping, scrawny faith.
A while back I began
to take a closer look at the Christian biographies on my shelf. These people
who made an impact for Christ didn’t fit God into their day. They gave him the
first-fruits of their
Martin Luther said the
busier his day the more time he needed to spend in prayer. Mother Teresa
required her nuns to spend a solitary hour in prayer and another hour together
in prayer before heading out to the streets of Calcutta.
George Müller, the man
who provided for 10,000 orphans without ever asking for a shilling spent at
least an hour in prayer, and David Wilkerson gave up his news hour to pray
shortly before heading to New York to work with gang members. The Ten Booms,
who sheltered Jews during WWII had morning and evening prayer as a family.
Every Christian I read about mentioned spending hours each day in prayer.
Hours.
No limping, scrawny
faith for them.
I looked around for
people I knew in real life and noticed an older couple at my church. They
prayed together for an hour in the morning before going to work and for an hour
together after dinner. The man prayed during his lunch hour too. My first
thought was: what do they pray about for so long? And day after day? But my
second thought was I want what they have. Because love and peace shone out of
their faces.
What’s the point of
short prayers and small faith? It’s mundane and totally uninspiring. I want God
to fill my life to bursting with whatever He wants to fill it with. I want Him
to fill my day with Himself most of all.
As a new year rolls
in, I’ve decided to give prayer as the first fruit of my day. If that means
hour-long prayers at 4 a.m., good. If that means the have-to list takes a
backseat, excellent. Because I want a large, God-here-and-present-life. I want
a life-lit-by-the-flames-of-His-Spirit-life.
About Rachel's
Award-Winning Novel inspired by her search for the spirit-filled life.
The Language of
Sparrows:
Brilliant and fluent in
too many languages to count, 15-year-old Sierra Wright can't seem to
communicate what is important to her in any language. Though April Wright
stubbornly keeps an upbeat attitude about her daughter's future, she has let
her own dreams slip away. Just across the bridge lives old Luca, scarred from
his time in a Romanian gulag years before. Though he has seemingly given up on
people, Sierra is drawn to him despite his prickly edges.
No one else is comfortable with the unpredictable old man spending time alone with Sierra, not even Luca's son. Yet it is this unconventional relationship that will bring two families together to form friendships and unearth their family stories, stories that just might give them all the courage to soar on wings toward a new future.
No one else is comfortable with the unpredictable old man spending time alone with Sierra, not even Luca's son. Yet it is this unconventional relationship that will bring two families together to form friendships and unearth their family stories, stories that just might give them all the courage to soar on wings toward a new future.
ABOUT RACHEL PHIFER:
As the daughter of
missionaries, Rachel Phifer grew up in Malawi, South Africa and Kenya, and
managed to attend eleven schools by the time she graduated from high school.
Books, empty notebooks and cool pens were her most reliable friends as she
moved from one place to another. She holds a B.A. in English and psychology, and lives in Houston with her family.
Website: www.rachelphifer.com
ABOUT CHRISTINE LINDSAY
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