Thursday, October 3, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
The Shepherdess speaks...
No person is an
island. We influence and impact someone’s life during our journey. We create
our legacy by living our day-to-day life in a way that will inspire and
challenge those who follow. Others went before us, leaving their footprints in
the sand. Our responsibility is to leave our own mark in the world, to point
the way for those who are following behind us, to leave a legacy that will make
this world a better place than our own appointed time to live.
Ruth Carmichael EllingerFriday, August 16, 2013
Thankfulness...
MY SIMPLE THANKS
Father, I thank you for the quietness of home
Sweet refuge from the storms of life.
I thank you for good and wholesome work,
For strength to perform what is mine to do.
I thank you for food, for taste and appetite;
For peaceful rest at the close of day
I thank you for your healing touch
To mind and soul and body, too.
I thank you for simple faith to believe
That you will be there; loving, caring for me.
I thank you for bearing all my cares
When we meet each day in the secret place of prayer.
~Ruth Carmichael Ellinger
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I...
Vacationing along the coast of Maine is breathtakingly beautiful. We took so many photos and were inspired by the natural beauty and rugged coastal landscape. I could spend a summer there; walking along the shores and visiting with the many interesting people and their unique culture.The history itself is fascinating
How many times have I been in this spiritual place? If the little boat can make it to this rock, a store of food and water is kept in the tower for any who are lost at sea or for the weary who need to rest
God will bring us safely to the other shore
Unless Thy goodness opens paths for me through
the consuming vastness of the sea;
Thy winds, O God, so strong, So slight
my meager sail.
How could I pass over the long and salty trail,
Unless Thy love were mightier than the wrath of all the tempests that beset my path?
How could I pass over the long and salty trail,
Unless Thy love were mightier than the wrath of all the tempests that beset my path?
Thy world, O God, so fierce, And I so
frail.
Yet, cities of refuge arise for me and dangers cease,
Sweet peace abounds, and all is calm and rest.
Yet, cities of refuge arise for me and dangers cease,
Sweet peace abounds, and all is calm and rest.
For more of my Maine photos, check this link:
Saturday, July 20, 2013
The Word of God is...
This photo of this
powerful Bible verse in Hebrews is from my paternal grandmother’s Bible, a book
well-worn with time and use. In the Wildrose
book series, one theme is woven like a continuous thread throughout the inspirational
stories and is the predominant key scripture used in “Sword of the Wild Rose.”
Elizabeth's Bible is a treasure, very presious to me. It has notes in her own hand and little keepsakes between the pages. I thought once to have it re-bound, but then...part of her story would be lost. This photo tells a story. What could you write about it?
The two swords...both were used by my patriot ancestors. Sword of the Wild Rose is now available in an audio format from AUDIBLE and performed by Mike Ortego. A book trailer will soon be available to readers
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Audio version of SWORD of
the WILD ROSE just released to AUDIBLE.com, iTUNES.com & AMAZON
Leave
a review on the above mentioned sites to receive a free text copy signed by the
author
When his young wife is murdered in a senseless raid,
Derick Davidson, son of a Scottish chieftain seeks revenge. Suspected by
English authorities, he flees Scotland, arriving in Boston as the American
Patriots rally for independence.
Daniel Morgan,
frontiersman and Patriot, befriends Derick and takes him to Virginia where he meets
the winsome and beautiful Kearan Mackenzies. He teaches her to sword fight and she
learns the secrets of his troubled past.
Inside Derick’s
heart, a war rages—a deadly conflict that challenges the very core of his
political and spiritual beliefs. He follows one burning desire—to be free.
In
the search for the perfect voice for this audio production, Mike Ortego
auditioned and was the perfect voice, the one I heard in my head. I was so
pleased with Mike's ability to portray each character, each with their unique
personality traits and Mike used just the right amount of Scottish accent
to make the reading palatable to the reader. I highly recommend Mike Ortego
Productions for any audio project.
Audio Links:
iTunes
link for Sword of the Wild Rose https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/sword-of-the-wild-rose/id595467275?mt=11
Audible
link for Sword of the Wild Rose http://www.audible.com/pd/ref=sr_1_1?asin=B00DP5F6P6&qid=1373560078&sr=1-1
Monday, July 8, 2013
Summertime...
View from Spyglass Mountain, near Katherine's home
Their farm is complete with chickens, horses, cats and dogs, a barn for hay, a chicken house and even an outside privy for when you don’t want to trek to the house. A stream empties into a pond with trails backed up against national forest lands. They make the trip to town about once a week on church days (Wed) to buy groceries and other necessities and on Sundays for worship services. Other than that, life is busy with home schooling, cooking and preparing meals, and caring for the animals.
We took one day to go to
the Kootenay Falls area and enjoy the natural scenery and share time with our
grandchildren. Time flew by so quickly. I didn't try this. We did hike some distance before it began to rain
One of my favorite places
is “the chapel in the woods” that secret place of meditation and prayer that Katherine
created to meet with the Lord. It seems rather majestic nestled against the
drooping branches of the cedars, a quiet and charming forest room that offers natural
solitude and peace. You must go...
Angel in the chapel
The rustic seats in the chapel
I took this photo from the deck one early morning in winter
Saturday, July 6, 2013
HAPPY BIRTHDAY...
This month is my husband’s
birthday and I wanted to do something very special for him…but my plan fell
apart and I have nothing even close to adequate to express my love and
thankfulness to God for giving me such a wonderful husband. Through the years
of his selfless service, I have been by his side as he ministered God’s word, facing
every difficulty with courage and hope. Opposition and misunderstanding are
part of this work and the journey is fraught with tears, joys and losses, but
the gains far outweigh the losses.
I came to realize how much
he had sacrificed when I asked him to read aloud a story slated for a July
deadline. As he read, I followed on the computer screen until suddenly, the
words stopped. I turned to see tears in his eyes and a look of infinite sadness
on his features. Tears of empathy rose in my own eyes. In my story, I was
describing the fragrant fields of the farm where he grew up, a home he had loved.
The story spoke of many things dear to him, but now a bittersweet memory. I am
reminded of the song lyrics that relate so personally to his life of service
and I know he feels the sacrifice has not been too much and his joy is knowing
that through it all, there has been One who has loved him.
Happy Birthday, my love…
Your Shepherdess
"In This Life"
Let the world stop turning,
let the sun stop burning.
Let them tell me love's not worth going through.
If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart
the only dream that matters has come true;
in this life, I was loved by you.
For every mountain I have climbed,
every raging river crossed,
You were the treasure that I longed to find.
Without your love, I would be lost.
In this life, I was loved by You.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DADS...
Things I remember about my Dad
DAD and ME
* He was
always old (I was born when he was about forty)
* He had
lots of freckles and green eyes
* He
loved my mother with great devotion
* He
worked hard
* He made
me work hard
* He spanked
me a lot, then hugged me
* He told
me stories of his life
* He sang
Scottish love songs and recited poetry, even in his old age
* He was patriarchal
and very moral
* He
encouraged me to seek excellence
* He encouraged
me to learn
* He told
me never to forget important things…like family
* He
played checkers
* He liked
trucks and ice cream
* He told
me not to marry the boy I was dating. I listened. I’m glad I did
* He
lived to be 94
* He was
always there for me
I miss
him…
Monday, May 20, 2013
The Shepherdess Speaks...
Joy of the journey
And
they brought young children to him, that he should touch them: and his
disciples rebuked those that brought them. But when Jesus saw it, he was much
displeased, and said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto me, and
forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. Mark 10:13-15
Dangerous
Journey
Hope and encouragement comes to Honduras
In
answer to the Macedonia call, “Come and help us,”
my husband, (a pastor) and another minister acting as translator, arrived in San Pedro Sula, Honduras, known as the ‘murder
capitol of the world.’ I didn’t realize how dangerous this endeavor was until I
began to read about the rival gang crimes and drug related murders that are a
daily occurrence in this part of the world. The two ministers had to travel
this narrow road in order to minister to the Church of God in that community. This
was a precarious journey over hazardous conditions where gang activity and gun
fights are a daily occurrence.
The community near San Pedro Sula
Preaching and interpreting
Welcome brothers!
Primitive transportation
The children
Rental car in font of church building. They had to roll the tinted windows down so they wouldn't be suspected as affiliated with a gang. It was quite warm with no air conditioning. The congregation had decorated the church with welcome sing, flowers and backdrop of curtains. We had a warm welcome.
Ministering in a dark land
Two babies
The shower
Here we are... in answer to the call
This little guy sat next to Wright each evening
The cook stove. Everyone thank the Lord for your nice stove!
God bless you and keep you in His love and care!
Pastor Carlos, Ellie, and family
Thursday, May 16, 2013
"Abiga"
Alexandria Noel graduates from high school
When she was
learning to talk, she called herself “Abiga.” As her Grammy, Alexandria (her given name) will always be
“Abiga” to me, that darling little girl who brought such comfort and joy into
our lives. Now, off to college and a future already given into God’s hands. How
blessed we feel to know she has chosen to serve God in her youth. She is just
as sweet as she is beautiful. High on the list of Andria’s accomplishments are her musical
talent as a pianist and her journalistic contributions for the Osprey Observer,
our local newspaper. Our prayers are with you, sweet little Abiga!
If I could, I
would freeze my grandchildren in time at about three years and keep them there
forever. At three, we have moved past the diapers, nursing, sleepless nights,
and have stored all the baby paraphernalia that helped us survive those first
few years.
The delight
and wonder of a child’s world is marvelous to behold. It makes us feel young
again too; just watching our toddlers experience life and all the new and
exciting things that have become mundane and ordinary to us grownups. For them,
life is simple, joyous, energizing, and carefree. Don’t you think this is how
God intended for us to experience the abundant life He offers? Oh Lord… help me
to simplify and see the world through child-like eyes!
"Abiga"
Saturday, May 11, 2013
The Shepherdess Remembers...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
LIFE’S PRECIOUS GIFTS
LIFE’S PRECIOUS GIFTS
We feel its warmth, its softening
influence....however forgetful we have been, however much we have taken for
granted life’s precious gifts, we are conscious of wistful memories that surge
out of the past, the sweet tender
poignant fragrances of love. Nothing that has been said, nothing that could be
said, would be eloquent enough, expressive enough, or adequate to make
articulate that peculiar emotion we feel to our mothers. Peter Marshall
Springtime
My mother, Margaret, on the left and grandmother Joanna on the right
So many years have passed since we laid Mom to rest beneath the moss and ferns. I realize now that I will never stop missing her, never stop wishing for one more talk, one more hello and one more glimpse of her her dear face. Someday...we will meet again.
So many years have passed since we laid Mom to rest beneath the moss and ferns. I realize now that I will never stop missing her, never stop wishing for one more talk, one more hello and one more glimpse of her her dear face. Someday...we will meet again.
Elizabeth & Arthur on right, Samuel on left
What is a lady?
A great
lady is always a lady—no matter where
she is or what she is doing. She dresses like a lady; modestly, but with
elegance and taste. She behaves like a lady in every circumstance; dignified
but never starchy or prudish. She shows compassion, but never compromises her
standards.
A lady is
gentle, yet firm, respectful of all, but martyr for none. She is a loving wife,
a devoted mother, a loyal friend, and a credit to all who may know her. She is
the standard bearer for every woman in every age and of every culture. She is
both the embodiment and the true personification of God's plan for
womanhood.
-Ruth Carmichael Ellinger
Monday, April 29, 2013
The Shepherdess Speaks
ABOVE ALL…
Along life’s way, we make
friends who we feel are trustworthy and true, then suddenly, we find ourselves
dismissed from their lives. Just as Jesus was betrayal by his best friends, it
happens to each of us sometime in life. I asked the Lord about friends…real
friends. I needed something to drive away the disappointment, to lift my weary
spirit. But…I heard no voice, could find no word of comfort, nothing but
silence.
Then, last night, an old
friend who died too young came to me in a dream. She seemed so real. I could
see her every feature, look into her beautiful dark eyes. The loss of my friend
had indeed been painful. Her loyalty was unwavering, unselfish and
steadfast—truly irreplaceable. And still, I miss her and long for those golden
days when we talked things through, good and bad, and were both better for it.
In my dream, she sat next
to me and I pored out my heart to her, sharing all that had happened. She
comforted me as only she could. To see her again, even in a dream, made me so happy! When I awoke, I felt that God
had sent the vision of my friend simply because…because He knew I needed her.
Jesus, the betrayed, the crucified, understood my sorrow and sent comfort
through a dream. How precious is that? He thought of me…above all.
Crucified…laid behind the stone
You lived to die, rejected and alone
Like a rose…trampled on the ground
You took the fall and thought of me
You lived to die, rejected and alone
Like a rose…trampled on the ground
You took the fall and thought of me
…above all
♦
Friday, April 12, 2013
The Shepherdess writes...
I am so excited to announce that SWORD of the WILD ROSE will
be produced in audio by Mike Ortega Productions and will be available for your
listening pleasure sometime this summer. With all the latest techy devices, I'm
sure there will be one that will work for you.
Written within the chronicles of the Davidsons of
Wildrose, are one family’s amazing stories of tragedy and loss, of redemption
and rebirth, and the miraculous provisions in God’s unconditional love.
Pieced together from
letters, oral history, and early church records, is the compelling saga of this
ancient clan family, exiled from their native Scotland to begin a new life in the American wilderness.
Filled with
danger, intrigue, and unconditional love, the
WILDROSE TRILOGY with its unforgettable characters will take you along on
the spiritual journey of one family, into the depths of heartbreak and retribution,
to discover the liberating experience of divine forgiveness.
ENDORSEMENTS
When you open the pages of Sword of the Wild Rose, be ready for a tale that tugs at your
heartstrings and keeps you on the edge of your seat. In a story as fresh and
relevant as today’s headlines, Ellinger explores the meaning of liberty,
courage, honor, and patriotism while weaving a mosaic of history that is
colorful, complex, and constantly riveting. With an amazing attention to
detail, Ellinger creates a fascinating array of characters who are compelling,
passionate, richly crafted and as memorable as your first love.
CAROLE GIFT PAGE, award-winning
author of 48 books including, Becoming a Woman of Passion (Fleming Revell)
♥
Masterful…Credible…Delightful…
In her latest novel, Sword of the Wild Rose, Ruth Carmichael Ellinger
not only tells an endearing story, but also accurately portrays the character
and spirit of Daniel Morgan, a real life revolutionary war general who has not
always been adequately recognized for his role in America’s War of Independence. The folksy powerfully built
Morgan, however, is died in the Winchester/Frederick County Virginia where he
lived and always returned after his military exploits and where his body lies
today in Mount Hebron Cemetery.
GEORGE R. SCHEMBER is
President of the Winchester Frederick County Historical Society and holds an MA in history from the University of Tennessee. He lives with his wife, Jeanne, in the Daniel Morgan House in Winchester where the General died on July
6, 1802.
The protagonist
in the upcoming inspirational novel, Sword
of the Wild Rose, is an ancestor of the Davidson family in the two previous
novels in the Wildrose series by the same author. Book 1, The Wild Rose of Lancaster, and book 2, Wild Rose of Promise. Sword
of the Wild Rose is a “prequel” to books 1 & 2.
The story tells
of Clan Davidson’s struggle to survive through the heart-wrenching years of
exile from Scotland and their
effort to gain a foothold in their new homeland—America. One man,
Derick Davidson, is determined to try.
This setting is
colonial America, 1773, just
prior to the American Revolution. The time frame covers Derick’s life in
colonial America and his eventual settling in the Ohio Valley on the future
Davidson estate, Wildrose.
After his ship
arrives in Boston in 1773, Derick
meets Daniel Morgan, the colourful and controversial character who later
becomes the famed Revolutionary War hero of Saratoga. The Colonies
are on the brink of revolution and Derick again finds himself facing his
age-old enemy—the English. Morgan
teaches Derick the ways of the American frontiersmen and they form a lifelong
and loyal friendship.
During his
sojourn in the turbulent American Colonies, Derick seeks an answer to the
age-old question—why, God? The death
of his young wife, his unlawful act of revenge, and the loss of his children
continually plague his mind.
Morgan takes him
to Virginia and Derick
finds a friend in the beautiful and winsome Kearan Mackenzie, and discovers in
her youthful honesty, a comfort and diversion for his grief. Kearan’s heart is
torn by love for the handsome Scotsman and her knowledge of his dark past. She
longs to help him but he is lost in a world of painful memories that shut her
out. She determines to find a way to make him love her.
Years after his arrival in America, Derick encounters a young man during an Indian skirmish along the Ohio River and is overcome when he discovers the youth is his youngest son, William, (referenced in books 1 and 2) who has come to America in search of his father. Their poignant and emotional reunion and subsequent relationship are destined to establish the beginnings of a permanent home for this branch of Clan Davidson in America.
The spiritual
journey of Derick Davidson is comparable to his literal quest for freedom from
his literal oppressors. This ongoing quest expresses the longing of the soul to
be free—even though he cannot understand this common heart-felt human need. It
is only when Derick comes face to face with himself that he truly understand
that God is the Giver of true spiritual freedom—freedom of the soul. The plan that is unfolding in Derick’s life is
a plan that only God himself could orchestrate to bring peace to his troubled
life. He finds a peace that passes understanding and a freedom greater than any
King or country has to offer. ♦
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