Through words and pictures, we walk the winding trails of the untamed west. As a Wyoming Christian author, I breathe the beauty around me, transferring it to paper. I dare all to take the leap into God's country. Learn of its untold stories and reveal for yourself . . . where the wild meets the Forgiven.
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Guest: The Test of Trials
DOES GOD GIVE ME SO MANY TRIALS?
teach a five-week English Composition class online for a small Midwestern
college. As a way to get to know my new students, I have them write a short
introduction that not only allows me to see the skill sets I’ll be working
with, but lets me get to know them. The thing I am surprised at the most is the
ability they have to share their most intimate and personal thoughts, all
because they are not face-to-face with either fellow students or instructors.
have watched as students encourage other students that are almost illiterate. I
hear touching stories of deployments, divorce, alcoholism, and abuse, a subject
that is personal to me. I’m moved by the way these students reach out and not
only ask for help, but offer it. In this class, I have found that I am so much
more than an instructor who corrects grammar and punctuation. I am a friend, a
mentor, a guide and a protector.
beauty of this job is that I realize the place of authority God has put me in.
I didn’t “fall” into this position. I was “put” here by the very hand of my
Savior. You see, as a child I was abused by my father. No one saw what was
happening to me. The silent disease was going on behind the doors of a
respectable house. It would be years before I was able to escape the effects of
wrote about that dark place in my fictionalized book, Run, River Currents.
It’s not a pretty story and not for the faint
of heart. It took many, many years for the small seed of precious hope God had
planted in me through the words and actions of my godly grandfather to come to
fruition. I carried the burden and shame of what my father had done to me into
a marriage. I brought up a son fighting my own urges to physically abuse him.
God prevailed and here I am, listening to the heartaches of others and sharing
the same hope God had planted in me. In my life I’ve dealt with many of the
situations these young people are facing today. I can offer a bit of wisdom now
only because I’ve learned to seek help from God’s Word and in prayer. I am
able, even in a secular college, to empathize, to listen, to encourage and to
help, all because God had a plan to use my pain and mistakes for his glory.
you wondering why you are going through some tough situation right now? Look
ahead. Your painful trials may lift someone from despair in the future.
Beloved, do not think it is
strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange
thing happened to you; but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ’s
sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with
exceeding joy.” I Peter 4:12-13
About the Author:
Ginger Marcinkowski spent many
summers traveling between her home state of Maine and her grandparents’ home in
New Brunswick, Canada. The sweet memories gave her the love for the deep
Canadian forests and the mighty Tobique River—the setting for Run, River
Currents. The novel was a semi-finalist in the 2012 American Christian Fiction
Writers Genesis Contest and received an Honorable mention in the 2012 New
England Book Festival.
Falling Rock: A Short Story Once upon a time, in a small Indian
village, a brave warrior called Falling Rock fell in love with the chief’s daughter. She returned
his love and they went before the chief to ask for permission to wed. “You
say you love my daughter. Is this true?” The old chief looked to his youngest
daughter, the most beautiful of his children. “Yes,
Father. He loves me and I love him. Please let us marry.” Her small hands
grasped his gnarly ones and he narrowed his beady eyes at the warrior. “What
do you have to offer for this union, young warrior?” He
watched as the bravery seemed to seep out of the man at his question. “I
have nothing, my chief. I do not own any animals or fancy cloth. I can offer my
service and my loyal protection.” His black eyes met the daughter’s. “To you
and yours for the rest of my days.” “I
have that already, my man. I wish you to complete me a task. If you are
successful, you will have permission to marry my daughter. Do you agree?” The
stage… Raving Lunacy I search
every hidden realm in the computer for my lost words.I dig into the recycle bin, the hard drives,
the documents and picture files looking for the elusive data.No bits or bytes are to be found.Strands of hair fall by my chair and unkind
words caress the ceiling.My husband
listens to the moans and groans for a little while then asks the one question
I do not want to hear.
"Did you save
DID I SAVE THEM?Of course, I saved them!I always
save them!What kind of an airheaded
writer does NOT save their work?Do I
look like an airheaded writer?NO!Of course not, that is because I SAVE MY
WORK!(I did say raving lu…