Keeping it Real...
Welcome! No matter how you found this, God knew you'd be here today. May you absorb the message He has for you. In 2011 I shared through my writing, today I've learned there is more to me than just writing. I have the energy and passion to share with others. Sometimes through Facebook live and others with my blog and most importantly, I've learned my passion to cook and bake is a vessel to share my writing and live presentations, while glorifying God in the process. I just needed to let go, and follow His lead.
An excerpt from my book...
“…I stood by the fuel pump close to the road yet far from the store - and my parents. I felt so alone watching carloads of people drive by like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. And it wasn’t – in their world. “How can people go to church? Why aren’t they helping to find Heidi? Doesn’t anyone care?”Another car crawled past the store. People craned their necks, staring at all the police cars surrounding the store. My nerves shattered. “Yes I’m Heidi’s sister! Yes I am standing here alone, doing nothing while you drive by. Stop staring! Stop being nosy! Go celebrate Easter with your family! If you really care, stop and keep me company!”
As the morning wore on, the weather changed from rain to snow. I began to lose touch with reality. “Oh my, it is Easter for heaven’s sake. Snow!? You’ve got to be kidding me!”
As the wet snow landed on my cheeks, which were red and damp from crying, the cool precipitation felt almost refreshing.
Self-pity, for being forced to stand in the brisk weather, was replaced by guilt for worrying about myself. “What kind of sister am I? God forgive me, I love her! Heidi is missing and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to stand here alone.”
Ed had joined in the search for Heidi. I didn’t know where he was and I felt overwhelmed, wet and lonely. “God, do you hear me? I’m scared and I don’t want to be alone.”
While leaning against the fuel pump, crying and wallowing in self pity, I felt pressure around my shoulders. Someone was holding me.
I turned and looked into the tear-stained face of my cousin Missy. Finally a family member stood close enough to touch. Yet, still no conversation. No words were necessary…”
From this weekend through next, some more photos and memories from my youth and of my sister. I hope you will join me a throughout the week and especially on Easter. I have a special Easter memory and photo on Easter Sunday to wrap up this new series…”The Road to Healing”.
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323
All 2017 Goals A Mother's Monday Cooking With Lisa Delta Lake Fitness Friday Guest Blogger One-Thousand Gifts Ride For Missing Children Sewing And Crocheting Speaking Thankful Thursday The River's End Bookstore Tops Tuesday Writers Wednesday
Available on Amazon.com
Where's Heidi? One Sister's Journey *
When the Waves Subside: There is Hope *
Encourage Others: One Day at a Time
No More Pain: I Can Fly *
YOU are a Rainbow *
Goal Setting for a Renewed You
*Also available on Kindle*
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