Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Buried Treasure

by guest, Kelly Klepfer

I adore literary works of fiction. If someone can write a poignant paragraph that brings tears to my eyes and a longing to my soul and paint it so that I can smell the richness of oils and turpentine and see seven shades of blue in the ocean, I'm a fan for life. 

But, when it's all said and done, the words that mean most to me are simple.

First and foremost are the words that have kept me anchored in Christ even when the going gets really, really rough. When Jesus had put it out there that following Him cost something, He asked His disciples if they were going to leave Him, too. Peter answered for me when he said "Where can I go, You have the words of life." When I'm beaten but not destroyed these are the words I cling to. Because I believe with every fiber in my being that Jesus is the Word of Life no matter what circumstances buffet my little faith boat. 

Another series of words are in Hebrews where I found out that Jesus is the author and perfecter of my faith. My mistakes, my shortcomings, my fears have all been accounted for and are part of the story He's writing. Even the sorrows over being less of a godly mother when my children were so impressionable and young are lessened in light of His authorship. 

Finally, when I struggle with disappointment when people behave like broken humans in need of being filled and refilled with the Holy Spirit, God showed me that He is pure light and without shifting shadow in the book of James. No game-playing, no passive aggressive silence, no screwed up church lady sneer. God is who He claims to be and nothing is masked by shadow or smoke and mirrors. These words make me feel alive, they
quicken my heart and they make me want to worship this amazing God. 

Secondly, the words that are so simple and so important are from the pens or the lips of my near and dear ones. My son, who loves to write and read, crafts the absolutely most amazing statements in birthday and Mother's Day and thank you cards. A note from my son is a gift that just can't be assigned a value. My daughters come to me with fears and sorrows and questions and insecurities about being moms and women. What a gift to have my daughters trust me with their vulnerable hearts. And my husband. He tells me that he likes me and that is beyond a gift. Never, while living through sleepless nights and shedding gallons of tears did I expect to still be married to this man and know that he loves me now more than he ever has. 

If you are a writer don't ignore the power of the simple words that say so much. And if you are a reader, look for the sometimes even buried treasure in the words.

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Out of the Frying Pan

When the chef of Sunset Paradise Retirement Village ends up dead, life for sisters Fern and Zula Hopkins is whipped into a froth. Their zany attempts to track down the killer land them in hot water with Detective Jared Flynn. Should he be concerned about their safety or the criminal's? 

But there are deadly ingredients none of them expect. Drugs. Extortion. International cartels. And worst of all...broken hearts--especially when the Hopkins sisters' niece KC arrives on the scene. 
Before the snooping pair gain any headway with the case, it becomes crystal clear that the sisters share a mysterious secret that takes life from the frying pan and into the line of fire.



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Kelly Klepfer had ambitions to graduate from the school of life quite a while ago, but alas...she still attends and is tested regularly. Her co-authored cozy/quirky mystery, Out of the Frying Pan, is the culmination of several of the failed/passed tests. Kelly, though she lives with her husband, two Beagles, and two hedgehogs in Iowa, can be found at Novel Rocket, Novel Reviews, Scrambled Dregs, Modern Day Mishaps, Instagram, Pinterest, Facebook, Goodreads, and Twitter with flashes of brilliance (usually quotes), radomocities, and learned life lessons. Zulu and Fern Hopkins and their shenanigans can be found at Zu-fer, where you always get more than you bargained for.

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