Milkshakes are Kind

By Amy Anguish

When I started contemplating which acts of kindness stuck out in my head enough to write about, I came up with all sorts of ideas. There are the daily acts, like my husband making sure I get to take a shower BY MYSELF without small children bombarding me during that time.

To me, that is more than kind. Or there was the time the church helped us pay for car repairs when the vehicle we had purchased only months before suddenly needed a whole new engine. Yeah. And of course, all the meals they brought after the deaths of my grandparents and mother-in-law, or after the births of our children. Very kind.

But those all seemed rather “normal” to me. After all, you can find stories like that all the time. So, I stretched further in my memory and came up with two different times that really stuck with me. Maybe these will also seem rather expected to you, but to me, they made my day when they happened.

The first one was a day when both my husband and I were sick, to the point of not being able to leave the house for any length of time. All I wanted that day was something fizzy to help settle my stomach. But with both of us ill and no family around, it wasn’t going to happen. A friend found out and showed up at my front door with a 2-liter. He simply handed it off, said he hoped I felt better soon, and went on his way. It wasn’t anything profound, but it was exactly what I had been needing at that moment. And to me, that means more than a million dollars.

Another day was one where it seemed everything had gone badly. It was in the time of my husband and I finding out we were going to have to face infertility treatments and find a new job and several other things all at once. A coworker knew my day had not been great, happened to be near my house, and surprised me with a chocolate milkshake. I hadn’t even known I wanted one until she handed me the Styrofoam cup full of thick, creamy goodness. That was the best shake I ever had, simply because my friend had known I needed something to cheer me and had come up with that as the thing she could do.

Acts of kindness can be big, like helping to pay for bills. Or they can be small, like a soda or a milkshake. Even Jesus, in Matthew 10:42, says, “And whoever gives one of these little ones even a cup of cold water because he is a disciple, truly, I say to you, he will by no means lose his reward.” It doesn’t really matter what the act of kindness is. It’s the spirit it’s given in that means the most.

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Amy Anguish
Author of An Unexpected Legacy

Amy Anguish grew up a preacher’s kid, and in spite of having lived in seven different states that are all south of the Mason Dixon line, she is not a football fan. Currently, she resides in Tennessee with her husband, daughter, and son, and usually a cat or two. Amy graduated with a degree in English from Freed-Hardeman University and hopes in all her creative endeavors to glorify God, but especially in her writing. She wants her stories to show that while Christians face real struggles, it can still work out for good.

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An Unexpected Anguish

“Smoothies brought them together, but would the past tear them apart?”

When Chad Manning introduces himself to Jessica Garcia at her favorite smoothie shop, it’s like he stepped out of one of her romance novels. But as she tentatively walks into a relationship with this man of her dreams, secrets from their past threaten to shatter their already fragile bond.  Chad and Jessica must struggle to figure out if their relationship has a chance or if there is nothing between them but a love of smoothies.

Summer Changes for Favorite Friday Fiction

Hello, friends! Summer is here and has brought an unexpected event in my life which will affect my schedule somewhat for a few months. My husband is scheduled for surgery next week and will be off work for six weeks.

Add that on top of my increased babysitting in the summer and a large garden to pick, can, and freeze.  I’ve decided to scale back my blog work for a couple of months which includes Favorite Friday Fiction.

I still plan to get some reading time in so when Favorite Friday Fiction resumes on September 7th, I’ll have lots of new books to share with y’all. I’ll still post every Monday with Small Acts of Kindness so don’t miss those fun reads.

I hope you enjoy your summer. And I can’t wait to meet you back here in September!

Thankful in a Crisis

I was at a local restaurant celebrating some neighbors’ birthdays, as we do every quarter. As I left, it began to rain. Since the rain had just started, the oil on the freeway was just beginning to come to the surface. Of course, you have to slow down.

Unfortunately, I didn’t think about that when I got on the on-ramp. As I accelerated, the car slid to my left. I quickly turned right and the car swerved too far. So, I went back to the left while trying to avoid the cars speeding past me. Going too far again, I turned.
Finally, I stopped, thanks to the guardrail. I threw it into Park and began to breathe again. Eventually, I calmed down enough to think. I realized I wasn’t hurt and thanked God for that. I mean that literally, for those of you who don’t know me well.  IMG_1983

After about 10-15 minutes I relaxed a little and decided I could drive again as long as the car would start. It did. Then I realized I was on a curve of the freeway and no one could see me stopped there. So it was crucial for ME to be able to see if anyone was coming around the curve.

Once I got back on the freeway, I wanted to get off as soon as I could. That way if the car had any damage affecting its drivability I’d at least be on a side street, more out of harm’s way, and able to call for help.

I stopped in a parking lot a couple miles from home to see if any of the tires were flat, even though it seemed to drive well. Finding no problems, I drove home.
I was still shaken when I got home, but I realized how much God had protected me.
• I wasn’t hurt.
• No one else was in the accident.
• The car was still drivable, even though it rattled.
• I managed to get the car unstuck from the guardrail after rocking it back and forth a bit.
• I got on the freeway safely again, even though oncoming traffic couldn’t see me.
Headlight after the accident

Even though it’s drivable, the right headlight was knocked out and driving a car like that is illegal here. I had to get it fixed before going anywhere else.

Fortunately, I have a friend who loves to fix cars and is an insurance adjuster. So, he knows what a car’s worth, what kind of work it needs, and how much it’ll cost.

Rick came over the next day and took a look at the car. It’s got a lot of damage, as you can see. The right headlight was all but disconnected, the right fender’s smashed in, and I can’t open the door. Even the driver’s side door is banged in and Rick with my car after the accidentscrapes when I open it. And the hood needs to be replaced. When I asked Rick if it was totaled, he shook his head, but added that it would be if I were to take it to a dealer.

I gave it to him to repair and he had a good time at the junkyard, finding the parts it needed, and  putting it back together again.  It took him less than a week and it actually looks better than it did before! Now I can get back to going where I want to, without having to depend on anyone else for a ride.

So I’ve got a lot to be thankful for.  God protected me from harm, even though the accident was on a freeway in the rain. No one else was in the wreck. I was able to drive the car home, and a friend of  mine fixed it, so I didn’t have to make a claim on the insurance my rates won’t go up.  Rick’s help in fixing my car made the whole incident much better than it would’ve been.  Thanks Rick!

 

Maiden of Iron: A Steampunk Fable

Woo hoo! My friend, Edie Melson, has just released a brand-new novel and I just had to share. I’m about a third of the way through and it’s great so far. You won’t want to miss this one!

What readers are saying, “Maiden of Iron from @EdieMelson is a must-read for fans of the steampunk genre & a perfect first foray for those new to it.” https://amzn.to/2kApyV7


Maiden of Iron: A Steampunk Fable

Robin Hood meets Dune in a Clockwork Universe—Through the Eyes of Maid Marion Marion Ravenswood’s brother is killed in a duel fighting for her honor. Their father, the Engineering Guildmaster, withdraws and refuses to speak with anyone. Marion must now save the guild’s children and reclaim the family honor. She dons the persona of the Maiden of Iron to right wrongs not of her making. But will a chance encounter with the prince of thieves be an answered prayer, or will he just steal her heart and abandon them all?

Favorite Friday Fiction: Clutch of Constables by Ngaio Marsh

Clutch of Constables is my classic choice for June. I love books by Ngaio Marsh, especially when Agatha “Troy” Alleyn, Inspector Alleyn’s wife,  plays a starring role in the book. If you love all things mysterious, you’ll enjoy this great read…

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Clutch of Constables

A classic Ngaio Marsh novel which features blood-curdling murders in the confines of a riverboat, the Zodiac, cruising through Constable country.’He looks upon the murders that he did in fact perform as tiresome and regrettable necessities,’ reflected Chief Superintendent Roderick Alleyn on the international crook known as `the Jampot’.

But it was Alleyn’s wife Troy who knew `the Jampot’ best: she had shared close quarters with him on the tiny pleasure steamer Zodiac on a cruise along the peaceful rivers of `Constable country’. And it was she who knew something was badly wrong even before Alleyn was called in to solve the two murders on board…