Why the blog?

I write as the Spirit moves me. I have prayed about what I'm supposed to do with my life a lot. A lot. Writing. Writing is what I believe God is leading me to do. Whether or not He wants me to write for anyone to read is His business. Much of my writing has been therapy for me so maybe I'm the only one who is supposed to read it. So, why the Blog? As a sounding board, a note pad, a place to keep my ideas and thoughts. A place to share and promote my books, and photography. Written prayers, a place to vent. Possibly, even a place for the unknown reader to learn about the love of Jesus.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Lessons Learned from Summer Camp has been re-written

Below is an except, a brand new scene from the fully revised version of "Lessons"...


“Oftentimes, whenever I was really angry about something I would clean house. Take all that negative energy and put it to good use.  The taxes were done on a Friday. Saturday morning I start cleaning. By mid afternoon, the kids were playing outside and Dean was sound asleep on the couch in front of the TV.  As I am putting things away and cleaning out an under-the-bed storage drawer I see something that should not be there.  I very gingerly grab it by the handle with two fingers and stand up.  My jaw dropped as I stared at a handgun.”

“Oh, no!” cried several of the girls.

“I’m in complete shock.  I had no idea it had been there.”

“What’re you doing?” asked a voice inches from my back.

“Dean scared the life out of me.  I had no idea how long I had been standing there staring at the gun or how long he had been standing behind me.  I jumped at the sound of his voice.  The gun slipped out of my fingers and hit the tile floor.  The sound was ear-shattering as the gun fired, the window shattered, and the kids screamed as they ran into the house.”

I paused as the room went dead silent. My heart began beating hard in my chest as I remembered that moment.  “As soon as I heard the kids slam the back door, I turned around, shoved Dean out of my way and ran to my children.”

“Did the cops come?” asked Keri.

“No,” I said.  “We lived in a very rural area.  Lot of trees, neighbors far apart. I don’t know if anyone heard anything.  When I got to the kids they were frightened, but unharmed.  The bullet had hit a tree near where they were playing.  I sent them to their rooms then went back to where Dean was, still standing in our bedroom.”

“A gun in the house?!” I screamed.  “Are you insane!  A loaded gun?  Right where the kids could get it, too.  They were in here playing hide and seek just days ago. What? Why?  You do know it is a felony for you to even own a gun much less have a loaded one in the house!  Get that thing and get it out of this house. Immediately!!  Do not even think about returning until you have disposed of it and bring me proof that it is gone.  And believe me, I will be searching your truck to make sure you didn’t just hide it!” I was absolutely livid and he just stood there like it was no big deal.

“It’s your fault it went off,” he said, trying to blame me.

“Get out!!” I screamed at him. “There had better not be anymore anywhere on this property or believe me, I will call the cops!”

“You wouldn’t dare call the cops. It was an accident. We don’t need to call the police!”

“I’m sure I said much more and much worse.  I hate guns, always have.  The fact that he was hiding a loaded gun after being convicted of a gun charge was more than I could handle. He took the gun, left, and didn’t return until after I was asleep that night.

“We went to church as usual the following Sunday. I sent the kids and Dean to Sunday School class and I made a bee line for the bathroom.  When I left the bathroom and didn’t see Dean, I found an elder and poured out my soul to him.  I told him that I felt like I had done everything I possibly could to make my marriage work. I told him because of what Dean did in front of the children it was no longer healthy for him to be in our home, not healthy for me either.  I told the elder I would be asking Dean to move out, immediately, that day.  He was very understanding and said he and the other elders would support me and my decision.  He thought it would be a good idea to tell Dean there at the church.  After church, the elders and I met with Dean.  I told him he would have to move out as soon as we got home. I didn’t say so at the time, but I knew divorce would be the end result. Needless to say, he was shocked.   Out in the parking lot, he let me have it.  I don’t remember everything he said, but a few things I will never forget.”

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(The print version  has not been revised.)

Friday, July 6, 2012

Book Review of "Black Purple Sky"

Today,  my book "Black Purple Sky" was given a great review.  Read it here:  Book review by Jodi or below.



The review can also be found here on Amazon where the book can be purchased in paperback or Kindle.


My Review Of Black Purple Sky By Colleen Wait

Overview: 

I could really relate to this book, as I have been there in my past many years ago at a very vulnerable time in my life. Gretchen was a personal trainer at the gym and had it all, a great job, wonderful apartment, a family who loved her dearly. But she did not date much as she enjoyed the life she worked so hard to build. She was used to guys flirting with her at the gym, but one man In particular was very persistent and before she even realized it she was swept off of her feet.

The romance began like any other with all the love and attention on her, and then suddenly Gretchen found herself in a nightmare. She had to get out, she had to run for her life, but who would help her escape such monsters? Full of suspense, mystery, an edge of your seat novel. I would recommend this book to anyone who loves suspense, and a book you can't put down. I found Black Purple Sky to be an awesome read, and I would like to thank Colleen for giving me the opportunity to read and review her book. I do apologize Colleen that it took me a while to get to your book since I had quite a few ahead of yours, but it was worth all the others I went through to get to yours, God bless!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

My first Bible

I am a little girl's first Bible.  I was purchased by her grandmother in Jerusalem
and was given as a Christmas present when she was 12 years old.

My inscription reads: "Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.
Matthew 5:8
Dear Colleen; May these words live in your heart always.
Love, Grandma and Grandpa Weishampel
Some of her favorite scriptures were written here.   She loved me once.
For a time I was read quite often.  Then, very sadly, she put me in a box where I stayed for
many years. My words were not wanted. Then, one glorious day the box was opened and
my words once again filled her heart.  Now, she cherishes my words and reads them every day.
She wishes she had taken better care of me for I am worn and stained. My back cover is missing.
 I'm not worried though because I know my words
are in her heart, never to be buried in a box again.

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This YouTube channel was created to add video to my blog.  Read it here:  www.colleenwaitwrites.blogspot.com.  I write about my life, my books, my family, my cats and kids, and of course travel.