A Country Dessert

With living in a small community, occasionally we were given desserts from ladies in the congregation. One time after church, the entire family was ushered into the church kitchen and this sweet, simple country woman set a lovely, homemade lemon meringue pie in front us.

“Pastor, I made this for you.”

Then she said, “This is your’n. This is your’n.”

Mom watched the wheels in our heads spinning as we conjured all the puns we could think of…”this is urine.” Mom’s eyes pierced us and we could read the daggers….”Don’t any of you kids Dare laugh….or crack a smile.”

Mom received the pie with genuine gratitude and we were all dutiful to say, “Thank you.” But once we were at home sitting at the dining room table savoring the “Urine pie”….we broke into gales of laughter.

 

A Final Final

In school, I often got test anxiety. In college, I had my legs crossed throughout the two hours I was taking my final. I was wearing a skirt and a slightly too warm sweater. I didn’t realize how nervous I was in this last Spanish class.

However, in the few short steps it took to walk to the professor’s desk, my legs gave out and I fell on my knees with my hands landing on the floor with a violent Smack. The class was shocked as was I. The professor immediately gasped, “Senorita, are you all right?”

It must have been the grace of God because somehow in a split second, I stood up, regained my composure, tossed the final on his desk, smiled and replied, “Yes. It was just a killer of a test!”

For those few minutes I was the star of the class. We all laughed together and I exited gracefully.

 A Mother’s Love

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These cuties are all grown up now…..

 

A mother’s love is deep and self-sacrificing. How I remember as young children, my siblings and I each took  $ 1.00 and went to the store to buy Mom a bottle of perfume for Mother’s Day. We wanted her to know how much we loved her. Each bottle had a different color lid on it—purple, red, yellow and blue. Daddy always purchased perfume for Mom—Chanel No. 5 and White Shoulders, so we just knew that she would love our choice of perfume for her.

She was so incredibly gracious and elaborate with her praise and gestures. We watched her lavish the individual fragrances on her arms and neck and exude, “Oh, it’s so lovely that you gave it to me. Oh, yes, Honey, I am wearing it.” And she did. We wanted her to wear our choice on Sundays, when we wanted her to smell really nice.  (What atrocious odors she wore for our sakes.) Years later as we reminisced, we all laughed until tears came out of her eyes.

How expansively she loved us. How many times did she lovingly drape a handcrafted macaroni necklace strung with simple yarn and proudly wear it to church because one of her children made it for her. She was a woman whose primary love language was “gift giving” and though our gifts were not expensive, in her eyes, they were indeed priceless, because they showed her that as our mother, she was loved dearly.

Fast forward to my life where my own sweet kids pondered what to make me for my birthday….several years ago when I was diagnosed with diabetes. They proudly served me a simple chicken breast with a candle and I can still remember the hopeful question, “Mama, do you really like it?” And, like my own mother, I sang their praise and delighted in their desires to bless me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Diving In

DCP_2080The story behind Broken Hearts Healed. For over a decade I scanned the Christian bookstores seeking to find a book that would do three things:

(1) tell the story of a fallen daughter

(2) have the component of a missionary calling

(3) show a godly, pure romance

I couldn’t relate to the pristine, godly true romance stories and I figured based on statistics, a lot of girls would also cringe inside and think, “That’s nice for you but that can never be my story.” I wanted a book that would encourage teenage girls and young women that God can still do amazing things in your life, even if you have lost your sexual innocence.

I finally realized the prompting from the Lord that I needed to write my story. It would be no less miraculous than the pure romance stories because it would still bring Him glory. I knew that writing my story meant risk and vulnerability. Yet, I imagined the hope it could bring and the healing that God could do in women’s hearts and lives if I shared my life with them.

Honestly, I didn’t want to run on the platform of “sexual abuse victim.” That was something I wished to forget and yet it became apparent that without sharing that part of my story, I wasn’t being true to my readers or myself. It was out of that place of deepest pain that God has brought forth tremendous victory.

It is my greatest desire that you will buy this book for yourself or even your friend and that God will use it to touch your life with His love. I am passionate about this story because I Know what God’s love did for me and I long to see you embrace that for yourself.

So, if I have captured your interest, Click on the Buy Now button and order Broken Hearts Healed!

 

 

 

 

Dropped Bottom???

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I hated social settings. They filled me with fear and nervousness. I was in 6th grade and had just started wearing pantyhose. Since we were always on a tight budget, my mother would generally buy the cheapest items, regardless of quality. I was at a wedding reception in a dress, pantyhose and heels.

The Ramada Inn was lavish in its décor of reds and gold with tantalizing foods spread in abundance. Two glorious silver fountains beckoned thirsty guests to come and be refreshed. My mother discreetly informed me that one fountain offered champagne and the other was merely punch. She cautioned me because one time in their early years of ministry, my father ignorantly proceeded to drink champagne, much to my mother’s chagrin. Since she often reminded me that I had hardly any common sense, she was making sure that I wouldn’t repeat my father’s faux pau.

Obediently, I steered clear of the champagne fountain. I was sipping my drink while holding a plate with cake, nuts and mints on it, wondering where I could sit and eat without having both hands occupied. My eyes were scanning the walls for an empty chair when a waitress came to me.

She was short in her black dress, fishnet stockings, crisp white apron and cap. “Honey, you dropped your bottom.” She promptly skirted away to continue her tasks for the evening. I was thoroughly mystified and mortified. My mind reeled.Are my pantyhose hanging bunched around my ankles, again?!!! Or has the entire waistband dropped and the pantyhose are lying on the floor around my shoes???? Is my slip hanging? What in the world did she mean, “I dropped my bottom !?!?

I found my mother and through gritted teeth told her what the strange lady said. “Mo-ther, what did she mean? I dropped my bottom?” My mother looked at me with twinkling merriment as recognition dawned on her.

“Oh, honey, she means the bottom of your cup.” She walked to the non-forbidden fountain to demonstrate that these cups came in two parts to be assembled. By the time she finished explaining verbally and visually, all I longed for was that the reception would finish and I could go home, far away from social gatherings, baggy pantyhose and dropped bottoms!

Baring My Soul

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This story is painful. I didn’t realize just what this will take for me to share it all, Jesus. Please hold me and help me.

(“Ruth, these precious women need to hear that they are not alone. I know how painful your life was…..I wept with you and over you….but that is the very reason I am sending you to speak. Don’t be afraid, My precious Daughter, I will not leave you….My Holy Spirit is helping you, even now, as you type these words.”)

God, this is excruciating.

“Yes, but you didn’t stay there. I redeemed you. I have healed you. I set you free.” The enemy wants you silenced but it is TIME for you to speak. It is MY time for you to speak.”

Press Release

 

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

                                                     Contact: Ruth McElwee

Email: ruthmcelwee@gmail.com

New Xulon Book Tells A Powerful True Story Of Redemption And Romance

Ruth McElwee’s book brings hope that the darkest places and deepest wounds can become the richest areas of healing and transformation

MAITLAND, FL— Ruth McElwee’s new book, Broken Hearts Healed – A Story of Transformation, ($16.49, paperback, 9781498453639; $26.49, hardcover, 9781498453646; $8.99, e-book, 9781498453653) is the inspiring true story of Ruth and her journey to redemption and romance. It encourages readers that through Jesus Christ, transformation conquers all, even the pain of childhood sexual abuse. At five years old, Ruth was an outgoing girl and her favorite place was church – until her world was rocked by sexual abuse. She lived in a private hell of silence, rejection, rage and shame. As a teenager, she spiraled further into depression, embracing a lifestyle of promiscuity, sensuality and self-hatred. Ruth longed for love but did not believe that she would ever find it. She questioned, “Who would ever want to marry a fallen preacher’s daughter?” Her powerful testimonial will grip the hearts of many readers as they identify with shame, pain, anger, guilt, regret and self-acceptance. The author stresses that true romance and sexual purity are not impossible to experience no matter how far you have fallen. God’s amazing love can redeem and restore.

“I want readers to know that no matter what pain or heartache you have experienced in life, God still loves you and if only you will allow, He can redeem and restore your broken heart,” states the author. “No one will ever take your place in the heart of God.”

Ruth McElwee holds a B.A. in English and two minors: Psychology, Counseling and Rehabilitation, from Marshall University in West Virginia along with an A.A. in Biblical Studies and a Teaching Certificate from University of the Nations, Youth With A Mission. She served for seven years in YWAM. Ruth and her husband Ross, helped pioneer YWAM Barbados and served at Tyler, Texas, YWAM. Ruth served for seven years in White Mountain, Alaska, helping Ross pastor the remote village of 200. Ruth is an Alaska representative for Advocacy for Victims of Abuse (AVA) and currently serves at Alaska Christian College in Soldotna, AK.

Xulon Press, a division of Salem Media Group, is the world’s largest Christian self-publisher, with more than 15,000 titles published to date. Retailers may order Broken Hearts Healed – A Story of Transformation through Ingram Book Company and/or Spring Arbor Book Distributors. The book is available online through xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, and barnesandnoble.com.

Fresh Manna

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The children of Israel were to gather manna on a daily basis, except for the Sabbath. They had to put forth some effort to acquire the manna. Daily, they needed to arise in the morning and discover the Lord’s provision for their families. The manna was a testimony of the faithfulness of God to His people and He supplied this food for 40 years in the wilderness.

We need to make some effort to discover the Lord’s provision in our lives on a daily basis. We need to hear His voice, read and listen to His Word, and commune with Him. The manna is there but we must make the time to gather it. A living relationship is necessary to growth in our spiritual lives. We serve a Living God and He longs to be vital to our survival.

Have you been feasting on worms and moldy bread? It’s time to change and taste and see that the Lord will meet you everyday, all the time, no matter what your circumstance or situation. Be reminded that “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.” The very God that parted the Red Sea has time for you and longs for your company. Meditate on that truth and allow the Holy Spirit to give you an eternal perspective.

 

 

 

Apple of My Eye

IMG_3425What does the term “apple of the eye” mean? It is the reflection in the center of the pupil, the dark circle inside the iris. To view the “apple of one’s eye,” you must look closely into someone’s eyes. In the “apple”, you will see a minute reflection of your face. Go ahead, try it. You must get “up close and personal” to see it.

The Lord declares that we who follow Jesus are the “apple of His eye.” God desires intimacy. When He looks deep into the eyes of  His believers, He expects to see a reflection of Himself. He longs for His Bride to look into the eyes of her Bridegroom and see herself reflected there. As we embrace the privilege and joy of being Christians, we are now the Lord’s special people. May our love for our Beloved Messiah deepen as we draw closer to Him. May we long for Him to see in us a mirror image of His love and character.

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Spiritual Refreshing

DSC_0465We are often busy with work, bills, medical appointments, school, church and social activities. At times, God seems distant. He promised never to leave us, but our emotions crowd out the truth and we feel overwhelmed, forgotten and alone.

I remember being in Hawaii for our twentieth anniversary on a guided rafting trip. The day was gorgeous with tropical sunshine, turquoise water, white foam waves and salty sea spray. Breathless, I watched the dolphins dance, frolic and spin in the air. They thrilled me and I felt a greater awareness of God.  These sea creatures delighted in playing, having fun and enjoying life.

Sunset in the Alaskan Bush

Not everyone can see dolphins dance. But all of us can take time to slow down and enjoy God’s creation whether the dazzling starry skies, the glorious rainbow or the spectacular colors of the sunset.

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In these moments, God refreshes our souls, encourages our hearts and calms our fears by gently reminding us that He is always with us.