Monday, December 28, 2015

Why I Write

One of the hardest things about being an author, for me, is marketing. Blech. I love books and I love to tell people about other books. But I have a hard time selling my own. It’s too close to tooting my own horn and I hate it.
I’ve always wanted to be a writer but kept that part of my life mostly private. I’m not sure I ever would have been brave enough to write a novel and pursue its publication on my own.
But the Lord knows His people. And in spite of that, He uses us.
I think the only way He was able to get me to write and be brave enough to share my manuscript with strangers was the drive to do something about a horrific reality of the world we’re living in: human trafficking. I’ve been revisiting my blogs from when The Earth is Full was released to remind myself of why I began this series in the first place.
This post explains best why I wrote the story. I wanted a way for people who care about this cause to show their friends what is happening. I wanted to celebrate the amazing work that God is doing through organizations like Destiny Rescue.

This might be hard for you to read. To know. To face. To understand.
It was hard for me.
As I told you yesterday, this book came to me while I stood in the back of the fellowship hall at my church listening to two women walk about an organization that they served with in Thailand. An organization that is battling the sex trafficking industry.
There are an estimated 1.2 million children trafficked each year – the majority of them being lured, bribed or forced into the sex-trade.*
I stood in that room and I could hardly keep from crying out as they shared picture after picture of the poverty stricken areas they had visited. As they talked about the effect that poverty has on the helpless.
Currently, there are up to 27 million men, women and children enslaved in human trafficking worldwide.*
I heard about families that are so desperate for the basic necessities of life that they are easily tricked into selling their children into the sex industry, believing that they are sending them off to work in a restaurant or something similar. I listened as these women from my church told stories of parents working hard to provide for their families, leaving their young children to fend for themselves during the day because they have no other options. These children become easy prey for kidnappers and traffickers.
Human sex trafficking is the most common form of modern day slavery.*
I heard about families that abuse the children in them. I heard about rape. And incest. And cruelty beyond my imagination.
I heard that children as young as four are often sold to depraved men on a place called Walking Street in Pattaya, Thailand for forty American dollars.
Human Trafficking is a $32 billion (USD) per year industry.*
When I thought I couldn’t hear another word about the evil in our world, these women reminded me that they had gone to Thailand to help an organization.
Destiny Rescue works to rescue children enslaved in the sex trade. Destiny Rescue staff members risk their lives to pose as customers to seek these children out of the darkness and bring them into the light.
They give them a safe place to live, an education, opportunities for work. They give a voice to those who cannot be heard above the din of hustling and trafficking.*
They go into the depths to find those that are lost and give them hope and a future.
Most importantly, they tell these children about the Lord. About His love and goodness and compassion for each and every one of them.
Of course, it’s not free. They need financial aid to support these children, to give them all that they need to live and survive outside of the sex industry.
I wrote, The Earth is Full, to raise awareness for Destiny Rescue and all of the work that they do. The story is pure fiction, but the issues in it are very real.
I titled the book, The Earth is Full, because it is really hard to face the evil in our world and remember that God is good.
But He is. I assure you, He IS Good. Psalm 33:5 says “He loves righteousness and justice; The earth is full of the lovingkindness of the LORD.”
We are truly evil at heart. Our sins and our wants and our stubborn ways are bad. When we don’t align ourselves with His plans for righteousness, we will never be anything but sinners.
But He is good. He works good for those that listen to Him. That surrender to Him.
He provides ways for the people of Destiny Rescue to seek out these children. He enables them to provide prevention programs that help children and families avoid the life shattering reality of slavery.
He’s letting me be part of this through the book. We also sponsor a girl with Destiny Rescue because after all that she’s been through, the last thing we want her to face is hunger or hopelessness ever again. For less than what it costs to take my family to dinner, I can provide an education for her, food, clothes, a safe home, and the ability to be surrounded by people that love the Lord and as such will treat her with decency and honor. It’s hard to face. It really is. But it’s real, and refusing to listen doesn’t make the problem go away. We can’t turn a blind eye to the injustice being done to innocent men, women, and children around the world.
I know it’s hard. It churns the stomach and slices the heart. But we must listen. We must act. We must not let this continue to happen on our watch.
He has given each of us talents and gifts in order to serve and love Him and care for His children.
Let’s use them to go get those babies out of the depths and be God’s tools to bring them into His glorious light.
*Facts taken from Destiny Rescue website.
B.D. Riehl is the author of The Earth is Full and The Heavens Are Telling, both available here
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Sunday, November 3, 2013

Seperate Worlds-New Blog

Hi there friends. Many of you (ok, five of you) that are reading this have been my sweet friends on this blog through the years. Here I vented and shared and confessed all of those mom moments that were so new to me as we figured out life with Little Miss. I announced two pregnancies here and two baby arrivals.
Here I've explored my thoughts on God's Word and things I've learned. I've made silly mistakes. Offended a few.
Here I have made so many friends.
I plan to keep this blog around for a while, but as this site was really just a family blog where I could be silly and goofy, I need to transfer my attention to a blog for author stuffs. My family is my life (right behind the Lord) and stories of them will naturally come with me.
Thank you for being my friends and listening to my crazy thoughts and encouraging me along the way. Thank you, even more, for allowing me to be part of your lives and your own journeys. I want to continue to spur one another on and will be diving back into the blogging world (both reading and writing).
Will you join me at my author blog? I would love to keep our connections!
Here's to the next adventure (which, knowing how I roll, will be just as discombobulated as this one!)
Betty, B.D., etc...

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Book Give Away!

The kind where I sit in my cozy home with chaos happening at the top of its lungs in the background and there is none the wiser.
Hope over to Christian Bookshelf Review and enter for a drawing to win a copy of the book. Once you're there, get comfortable. She makes you want to add to your to-read book pile for sure!
http://christianbookshelfreviews.blogspot.com/2013/10/interview-giveaway-b-d-riehl-author-of.html?spref=tw

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Tale of a Parent/Teacher Conference

Our school is special. Just two days a week so that I can homeschool the other three. Like-minded parents and teachers that "get" that you think both places (home and school) are important and wonderful for your child to experience.
We still get field trips and school lunch (in the coming years) and recess with other kids and...parent teacher conferences.
I will say one thing I do not love about our kids' school is that it is quite a drive. It takes us close to 45 minutes to get there in morning traffic. Ugh. But it's worth it.
So last week when we were able to leave later for a fifteen minute conference, I was feeling slightly lazy in my morning routine.
"It will only take 30 minutes to get there since we're leaving after the morning commute!" I boasted to my husband the night before. Unfortunately, not having the giddy in my up worked against me.
We didn't leave the house that late.
But.
While yes, we did miss the morning commute and all of the crazy muttering under one's breath that comes with it, we did find every. single. semi. in the state of Idaho on the connector. Awesome.
Then we were able to spend quality time at every red light.
Or should it be quantity time? Is that a thing? We spent a great quantity of minutes at a great quantity of red lights.
Then we were up close and personal with a lost and confused trailer for a long stretch.
When we finally screeched into the parking lot, I shouted to the girls to defy the 45* weather and leave their coats in the car. Who has time for warmth when you're ten minutes late to a fifteen minute meeting?! I yanked open the van door on Boo's side to this:
Because I put her in boots and had no time to put socks on her and didn't realize today would be the day she decided to start tossing her shoes on the floor in the car...
For the Love, Child!!! No matter. We were defying the cold anyway. I scooped her up and ran. Ran through the sacred quiet halls of parents and teachers in conference and arrived, huffing, puffing, apologizing to the sweetest kindergarten teacher known to man.
Who, of course, spent the next five minutes assuring me that my child is brilliant, loving, respectful, and above average.
Of course.
And since I was headed out of town for my first night away from the girls - ever - and they have yet to know the awesomeness that is Dad alone with kids for the whole weekend, I took them to the grocery store and we stocked up on Daddy/Daughter Weekend food...and I made sure anyone who happened to look in our cart at the corn dogs, marshmallows, donuts, bacon, and other such necessities knew that it was for a Dad-In-Charge kind of weekend. And then I babbled about not being divorced, just going to a women's retreat while flashing my ring...
Because you know, they all cared.
How do parent/teacher conference days go for you? Do you and your hubby go on a date and give yourselves the "job well done" toast? Do you dread them? Love them? Are you so late that the teacher only has time to tell you the positives like me? See how I swung that?
(And for anyone stressed out that I took a picture while running late, allow me to offer some comfort: I took this after the conference while loading everyone back up. deep breath)

Friday, October 11, 2013

Mary/Martha/Me Part II

"Babe, you are going to kill yourself stressing out the way you do," my husband recently told me.
He is right. My chest gets all tight, my head hurts, my stomach aches, and still I stress and worry and lose sleep thinking about this or that. I know I need to chill. To trust the Lord. To relax. But it seems impossible.
My husband really got through to me when he added, gently, lovingly, "Also, you're getting, um...a little bit...grouchy."
"Grouchy!?"
"Mmhmm. As in snappy and cranky. Most of the time."
My first thought was, "Oh, I'll show you cranky, pal!"
But he wisely left the room with a sad sort of smile and I settled into bed at 9...and didn't fall asleep until 10. I'd like to say I pondered what he said and prayed it over and was changed from within
But I was up because I watched "Friends" and then "King of Queens".
Life changing stuff, my friends. Life changing stuff.
But the next morning, I shuffled out of our room as soon as I smelled coffee and sat in the quiet with a mug and my Bible and my journal.
I sat for a very long time.
Then I wrote in my journal for a long time. And re-read some things from last year.
Then I spent a very, very long time soaking in Hebrews 1.
Lightening didn't strike. The girls still woke early and I handed them books and asked them to sit quietly or go upstairs to play and they went (noisily and energetically!) back and forth between the two choices. There wasn't a verse that stood out and brought me to my knees.
None of the things you think are going to affect you and work on your heart happened.
Except.
Communion. Fellowship. Relationship. Surrender. Those things happened in a slow, steady, no-need-for-bells-and-whistles kind of way.
A few posts back, I confessed that I now relate with Martha where I used to look down on her. I completely understand how busy and stressed and indignant she felt. And I feel for her now when Jesus' responds to her, telling her she is in the wrong. We don't know how Martha responded to Jesus when He gently told her that the sister she was tattling on was the one in the right. (Luke 10:38-42)
We do know that the next time we see in her in Scripture, in what was quite possibly the darkest time in her life (the days following her brother's death) she drew near to Jesus while Mary stayed behind.
I'm not a scholar and now is not the time to delve deep into their conversation. But I am struck by this part: "Jesus said to her, 'I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me will live even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die. Do you believe this?'" (John 11:25,26)
Watch Martha's answer. Remember Martha? The Busy One? The one burdened and troubled by so many things?
The same Martha that was so flustered while preparing a meal for Jesus and His followers that she couldn't stop to hear the words of Life He spoke...this one that just buried her brother and is aching with grief and facing the One that she knows could have saved Lazarus if only He had come sooner...this one now answered Him, "Yes, Lord; I have believed that You are the Christ, the Son of God, even He who comes into the world." (John 11:27b)
What changed for her? In her own way, in the way that God called her to (that we won't know the details of this side of heaven) she sat at the feet of Jesus and saw Him for Who He was.
She saw the Savior. The Christ.
Her Savior. Her Christ.
And suddenly, in the midst of turmoil and stress and grief, she was anchored to Him and no longer "worried and bothered about so many things."
She set her eyes on Jesus and life balanced out. Life didn't get easier. In fact, it appears it got worse.
Her responsibilities didn't disappear.
But her eyes were on Jesus, our great High Priest that is loving and gracious; unmatched in His compassion and understanding, and her entire demeanor and focus shifted.
How I hope to cling to this as I continue to mother, love on my husband, write, and do my best to point others to Christ.
Yesterday my Bible study and quiet time wasn't just something I needed to get done. It wasn't an item to check off of my list.
It was necessity. To sit and drink from His wellspring of life is something I desperately needed.
My children didn't sleep in so that I could focus. My calendar didn't clear. My book didn't sell one million copies so that I could stop marketing. My other two books weren't miraculously written and edited.
But. The Lord sat me at His feet. He cupped my chin in His hand and pulled my eyes to Him and allowed me to pour out my concerns and stresses with confidence that He cared. He reminded me of what matters more than anything - Him.
Today I am packing and prepping to head to a women's retreat with my church. I have been asked to give a short devotional on Saturday morning and am beyond nervous. I have a few chapters in the next book that take place in the town we're staying in and I plan to work (just outlining) while there. I still have a to-do list. I'm still tired and drained and unsure of how to navigate this new life of ours.
But by the grace of God, I know that I have a rare opportunity to not plan meals or wash little faces. I get to listen and worship and smell the crisp mountain air and soak in my Lord. And I don't need any of those things to worship and adore Him - it's just a bonus weekend. The icing on the cake so to speak of my messy, loud, wonderful, necessary morning with Him.


Friday, October 4, 2013

Blog Radio Interview

Today I had the privilege to share an hour with Harriet Cammock on her blog radio program.
She and I discuss human trafficking, Destiny Rescue, and the book. Check it out!

http://bit.ly/19eUxXq

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Squishy

This.
 
This little guy right here is changing our world.
I remember the first time I talked to my Dr about Fo's "pinching". It was at her one year appointment and I casually mentioned, "So, she likes to pinch my neck. Like really pinch it, especially when she's nervous or uncomfortable. Um...is that weird?" He agreed it was weird but assured me it wasn't "medically weird".
Three years later, it's still weird. And it's become intense. Fo squeezes and strokes, pinches and pokes my neck whenever she gets a chance. It started when she was a baby. While I was nursing, she would reach up and pinch my neck. Precious.
When she was a little older and in situations that made her nervous or when she would get hurt, she would pinch my neck to comfort herself. Hmm. Weird, but ok.
Lately I've caught her stroking her sisters' faces and going for their necks as well. Alarming. We do our best to watch it and redirect her.
Now she will sneak pinches with me. "Mommy, I just want a hug..." and she'll try to discreetly rub my neck. Infuriating.
I know I sound like a wretched mom using that word: infuriating. But when you've tried to teach your daughter not to do something for years, it becomes frustrating to have made no progress at all. Especially when it starts to hurt.
Last week I broke down. I mean really broke down, man.
I cried to Mr, "I can't even have her hug me without first having to hold her arms down or without me tensing up. This is starting to intrude on our relationship and my ability to be affectionate with her because my neck hurts so bad and it gives me the heebies every time she touches it!"
Mr. heard my unspoken pleas of "FIX IT! HELP ME!!" and we sat Fo down and did our best, again, to explain that the neck grabbing has got to stop. In better words than I've been able to come up with, Mr. encouraged her that Mommy loves her hugs and snuggles, but the neck pinching hurts. For the first time, it seemed, she heard us. We practiced and practiced hugging for a long time, over and over, and all of us laughed and passed out high fives each time she was able to hug without any neck grabbing or pinching.
Still, it's a thing with her and we realize it will take more than practice. She's tactile and needs something to squeeze. Enter Mr. Squishy. I went to the bank with the two youngers a couple weeks ago and the banker happened to have this little squishy on her desk. Fo and Boo played with it until it was time to leave.
And then Fo talked about that squishy all day.
I told Mr the night of my melt-down that we needed to find a squishy like that.
Early last week I was back at the bank to sign something, and casually asked the banker the oh-so-odd question of where she got the squishy, doing my very best (and failing miserably) to keep the desperation out of my voice.
"This?" she asked, holding it up, her tone confused. Realizing how weird it sounded, I briefly explained why I wanted to buy one of our own.
She sweetly smiled at me and gave me the squishy. Such a simple act and yet it has changed our little world. During story time and movie night and every time in between that is normally a neck squeezing session for Fo, we hand her Mr. Squishy. We snuggle, she squishes him, and I relax.