From the Ruins is the first 'mature-age' book I've written. (As I'm not quite in my later years, I hope I did okay!) The main characters were inspired by people I know who have lost their life partners in recent years. In particular, I drew inspiration for Sandra's character from a lady I know who felt utterly lost after the death of her husband, to the point where she was paralysed by fear and didn't have the courage to feel alive again. After a lifetime of ministry serving beside her husband, she suddenly found herself alone and without a purpose. Even the simplest of tasks would overwhelm her, and she lost all sense of who she was. With time, and with God's healing, she began to step out of her comfort zone and realise her new 'normal'. By doing so, she discovered a path that she would never have chosen for herself. A path with new opportunities, new experiences and a newfound joy.

I really enjoyed bringing these characters to life, and exploring the idea of trusting God and finding love again in the 'twilight' years. I also enjoyed writing about my beautiful country, Australia, particularly the east coast and some of the places I have visited. 

The overarching message in From the Ruins is about learning to let go of the life we imagined for ourselves and learning to trust God. When we do that, when we release our fears and let go of our closely held expectations, we can learn to step fearlessly into the unknown because we know The One who holds our future, and we can have confidence knowing His plans are always far better than what we could ever imagine for ourselves.

Life becomes an adventure when God is leading the way. 

I hope you enjoy From the Ruins - and if you've read it, why not let other readers know what you think.

Keep an eye out for the rest of the Winds of Change series. In the meantime, you can purchase From the Ruins here.

A few years ago, I watched my youngest daughter run her first event at the primary school athletics carnival. At the time, she wasn't too fussed by her finishing place. I don't even think she was fully aware of what it meant to 'sprint'! When the starter's gun went off, all the parents cheered from the sidelines as their children ran their hearts out towards the finishing line. It was cute to watch their little arms and legs flying everywhere. Some kids knew what it meant to run fast! Other kids took their time. Then there was my daughter - looking around at everyone else and flicking her ponytail out of the way as she ran. She was completely oblivious of what it was all about, and had a huge grin on her face the whole time. She quite enjoyed herself - but she ran slow because she was too focused on what everyone else was doing around her. 

Lately God's been encouraging me to 'focus on my lane' - to run the race He has set before me, and not be distracted by what's in the next person's 'lane'. 

At the start of any race, an athlete zeroes in on the lane in front of them. They fix their eyes on something in the distance, and focus on that very point as they run. This helps them stay in their lane and run their own race. If they turn their head to see what other athletes are doing, a number of things happen: they become distracted, they slow down, and they are no longer running the race they prepared for.

The same thing happens in our lives. When we focus on what we see in other's lives, we become distracted (discouraged), and we're no longer focused on what God has prepared for us.

God has a unique path for each of us - sometimes it might be long and arduous, when prayers go unanswered, or things don't quite work out how we'd like. Other times, it might be full of abundance. Lately, I've been caught up at looking at other's paths, rather than focusing on what God has set before me. Some days it feels like a real slow journey compared to what others are doing. But then God gently reminds me that this is all part of His plan for me. The path He chose for me looks different to the one He has for my neighbours, my friends, and you. 

We are each called to run with endurance - with stamina, to not give up - even when it feels like we're going nowhere. Even when it feels like God isn't there, or our prayers bounce back unanswered. Whether we're feeling stuck, despondent, or in a season of waiting, it's comforting to know that God already knows our path. Keep your eyes fixed on Him, and don't allow the noise around you be a distraction from the plan He has for your life. 

Dawn of Mercy originally started out as a completely different story (one involving a fully completed first draft, mind you.) But I was intrigued by circumstances involving some acquaintances of ours, and I felt God telling me to shelve my original story for another day. Thus, Kara’s story was born.
 
Amidst a theme of worldly success, I was a bit hesitant writing about such a topic as domestic violence. 
 
As someone who hasn’t experienced domestic violence firsthand (but know women who have), I tried to be sensitive to the horror that many women endure in their daily lives. I didn’t want to gloss over or trivialize Kara’s experience, because I know it is not something to be dealt with lightly. The pain and suffering victims endure is real, debilitating and can also contain an element of shame. I wanted to bring to light just how real this issue is, and I also wanted to portray a message of hope – to show there is a light that shines in the midst of our darkness.
 
Throughout her trials, I brought Kara to a point where she had nothing left but to receive the peace and love that can only be found in Jesus. And it is my prayer that you would come to know His peace and love as well.
 
I hope you enjoy Dawn of Mercy and are encouraged by Kara (and Owen’s!) story.
 
                          God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
                                                                      (Psalm 46:1, KJV).
 

I should be writing my next book. (Two books due very soon ... help!) But God keeps nudging me to get these words down to share with you.

I am Kristen and I am a control freak. I like to know what's going on and when. I like to plan and be organised. I like routine and I like lists. But for someone who works a "day" job with various shifts and never the same days, life is hectic and often feels out of control. It's not a feeling I like. I've been holding everything together for a number of years. Keeping all the balls in the air, so to speak. Appearing to have everything calm on the surface, but underneath, paddling like mad to keep afloat. (Yes, I know it's terrible to have so many analogies in the one paragraph, but so be it!)

My prayer for the past year-and-a-half has been that God would guide my steps with regard to my work. That He would open a door for me and show me where He wants me to be. My "day" job has been quite stressful, and over the course of the past two years, has been sucking the life out of me. I'm sleep deprived. I'm cranky. I have health issues related to stress. I've lost precious time with family and friends. And I'm trying oh so hard to maintain my empathy and compassion. It's not healthy. And yet, every time I prayed and asked God for direction, all I heard was, "Wait." 

​It's really hard to wait on God when patience is not your thing! Often times, I want to jump ahead of God's plan, thinking I know best. But time and again, I'm reminded of just how good and perfect His timing is. 

This waiting period has been extremely difficult, and has made me question what my faith really is.
Do I really trust God?
Am I willing to live by faith and trust in God's sovereignty and His plan for my life, or have I allowed myself to be ruled by fear?  Have I placed my future in His hands, or allowed my doubts to cripple me?

Only this week, God removed the blinders from my eyes and showed me that He knows. Do you know just how reassuring that is? Of course I know that He knows. It's something I tell my kids all the time - God knows everything. Don't worry about tomorrow. Trust in Him.
But it's been hard to fully grasp those truths for myself. 

This week, I'm starting to see things move. I've been waiting for so long for God to reveal His plan for me, and this week, He's given me the reassurance that my waiting period is almost over. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel - and I am excited, because I know it's all in His plan.

I may not know what my future holds, but God knows. He knew me before He formed me in my mother's womb, and He knows the future plans He has for me.
He holds me in the palm of His hand. I don't need to fear tomorrow, because He is already there.

And that's what faith is. Releasing tomorrow's fears into the hands of the One who is already there. God is already there - how good is that?! I don't need to be afraid of the next step, because He has already prepared the way for me. 

                                   … Anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person.
                                                      The old life is gone; a new life has begun! 
                                                                 {2 Corinthians 5:17, NLT}

​The inspiration for Heart Transformed came from an old school friend of mine. 
I completed my high school years in a small town where many kids were from second or third generation farming families. Back then, there wasn’t much for us to do outside of school hours. There were no movie theatres or bowling alleys, and no fast food joints to hang out at. As a result, many of the kids turned to partying as a means to deal with the boredom of living in a farming community.
 
During our high school years, my friend went off the rails. He was rebellious and defiant, and didn’t really give his future too much thought. Deep down, he was a great guy – caring and kind - but his home life, and limited options in the small town, had negatively influenced the choices he made. Weekends were spent partying – in a daze fuelled by alcohol and drugs, and he began to skip school. After graduating, we lost touch when I moved away and headed to the city to pursue my studies. 
 
Many years later, I ran into my friend at the church I attended in the city. I couldn't believe it! Of all churches in the city, he was at mine! It was a surreal moment, as I tried to match up my old memories with the person who stood before me. Obviously a number of years had passed since we’d seen each other, but he looked incredible – bright eyed, clear skinned – and exuding a joy I’d never known him to possess. 
He told me he’d been clean for a number of years, all thanks to Jesus, and was working with youth in an alcohol and drug rehabilitation program. I was completely floored by his transformation – and so incredibly happy for him, and how God was using his story to change lives.
 
Heart Transformed is fictitious, based loosely on my friend’s life. However, God’s grace is real, and continues to leave me in awe.

It’s easy to become overwhelmed with our past, our inadequacies, and to think we’re not good/bold/eloquent/beautiful etc. enough. But God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called. He doesn’t expect us to be perfect before He can use us and our story. In fact, Scripture is full of people with imperfections He has used to further His kingdom. God is in the business of transforming hearts and lives, and He uses our scars, struggles and mistakes for His glory. 
 
In Heart Transformed, we see God’s transforming power at work as He uses both Genevieve’s and David’s pasts for His glory. May their story be a blessing to you.
 
                                                    How has God transformed your life?
 
Heart Transformed is Book 13 in The Potter’s House Books Series - stories of hope, redemption and second chances. All books in the series are stand-alone and can be read in any order.
 

Coarse laughter sliced through the dank air. Wiry, leaf-bare trees swayed beyond the wire mesh fence. Shivering, Genevieve hunched her shoulders, bracing against the westerly wind biting through her thin, green sweatshirt. She tilted her head, eyeing the pack of three women, much akin to wolves sizing up their next victim to prey upon, prowling around the perimeter of the drab, grey courtyard. Her heart hammered against her chest as the pack approached a lone woman pressed against the concrete wall. Scrawny with yellowing hair, the older woman drew her knees to her chest and gnawed on her fingernails, her eyes downcast as the trio leered at her, tossed a few ugly words her way and continued on their menacing walk.
Genevieve narrowed her eyes, watching their movements as they cussed at, or mocked anyone who dared look their way. Her back tensed. She’d fallen victim to their taunts before, and she didn’t have the strength to face their insults today. The first few months within the grey walls of the Women's Correctional Centre had opened her eyes to an entirely different way of life, and had seen her develop a thicker skin, armour to protect her emotions and self-esteem as a means to survive.
Karina, her cellmate, had taken Genevieve under her wing, giving her guidance and tips for enduring her time in the women’s prison. As a result, she’d learned who to talk to, and who to keep away from. And the women slowly approaching her were certainly ones to keep away from.
 
Molly Abbets, the self-imposed ringleader of the trio, was downright mean. Heartless and cruel would be better words to describe the solid-set woman with short-cropped black hair. Janet Niland and Susan Daintrey were fairly harmless by themselves, but Molly certainly called the shots when they were all together. Typical bullies. They were the dregs of society, now asserting themselves at the pinnacle of the prison hierarchy. Life behind the razor wire tended to be reverse of that in the outside world. The no-hopers were inclined to dominate, while the upper-crust of society were brought down a notch or two, toppled off their stilettos and tossed out of their McMansions up on Hamilton Hill, only to find themselves at the bottom of the pile.
That had been Genevieve’s experience. Her fall from a life of privilege had been less than graceful, much to her parent’s utter disgust and disdain. But when it came to the classes of society, she knew both sides of the coin. And it was the tail end, trusting the lies whispered against her skin that had landed her in the correctional facility exactly seven hundred and thirty-five days ago. 
 
“Whatcha doin’ there, Jimmy?” A loose pebble scuttled across the ground. Genevieve flinched at the nickname, an obvious barb to her flashy lifestyle before her Jimmy Choo’s were exchanged for the green Velcro-strapped running shoes now adorning her feet. She slowly raised her head, willing her pulse to slow. She would not show fear. She would not panic. She refused to let the women intimidate her. 
“Drawing.” Her eyes met Molly’s piercing steel-grey ones.  The other woman reached out, snatching the notebook out of Genevieve’s hands. A sneer formed on her thin, cracked lips as she flicked through the worn pages. Genevieve swallowed. Only Karina and a few others had been privilege to the sketches within the spiral notebook. And her mother. She held her breath, waiting for the torment that always flowed from her mother’s lips.
“Why are you wasting your time on that? You won't make any money. You’re so much better than that.” The harsh words tightened around her heart again. Along with the humph of disappointment that always ensued. As an only child, Genevieve was expected to follow in her father’s footsteps, pursuing a prestigious career in law. What a disappointment she’d been.
 
“This is good stuff, Jimmy.” Janet’s nasally voice broke through her thoughts. Her bony finger tapped on the open page as she glanced up from her position over Molly’s right shoulder. Genevieve interlaced her fingers in the wire fence behind her and shuffled her sneakers on the concrete.
“Thanks.” Her sketches were of another time. Another life. Faded memories of what she’d left behind, and dreams of what she was yet to see. The ivory coloured pages of her notebook were filled with drawings of the Brisbane River, the cliffs at Kangaroo Point, and the view from the jetty at New Farm Park. The pencil lines were crisp and clean, reminding her of the good times, before her choices led her into the prison cell she now occupied. 
“Who’s this?” Molly’s callused finger poked at the face of an infant child. Pencil curls floated around the soft, angelic face staring back at her.
“No one,” Genevieve murmured, smoothing her hand over her stomach as she glanced away. Even with daily exercise, loose skin remained, a bitter reminder of the selfish choices that had ruined her life.
“Hmph,” Molly grunted and tossed the notebook into Genevieve’s lap. Smoothing over the creased pages, Genevieve ran her fingers over the child’s face as an alarm echoed around the courtyard, signaling time for the women to return to their cells for another evening. Pressing her lips together, an all-too familiar ache welled in her chest. Would the guilt and emptiness ever leave?

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Home in the Valley - Book 3 in The Tallowood Valley series, tells Cameron Harper's story. As a result of being abandoned by his mother as a baby, Cameron struggles with feelings of rejection. He longs for acceptance, but is afraid of being rejected again. And so, he holds his emotions close and his relationships at arm's length. 

After surviving a car accident, which left him incapacitated for a number of weeks, Cameron finds comfort in alcohol, and uses the bottle as a way to numb the pain. He experiences flashbacks due to his accident, which leave him depressed and jealous of those around him who can continue on with their daily lives. However, one particular dream is different to his previous ones, and it is this dream that triggers a turning point in Cameron's life.

Cameron's dream is actually based off a vision I had many years ago. At the time, my family was dealing with some issues that had been ongoing for a number of years. Despite praying continually, I was at a point where I couldn't see a way out of what was going on. I felt helpless and hopeless. 
I attended the 'Colour Conference' that year, and during a time of corporate worship, I saw myself in a pit, surrounded by complete darkness. I felt alone, afraid and helpless. Then, through the dark, I saw Jesus, kneeling down, reaching his hand down to mine. I reached my hands up, and He pulled me and my family up out of the pit into a place of amazing light.

The worship went on around me, while I stood in awe at the vision I had been given. I remember being filled with the most indescribable peace. I knew, in that moment, that my prayers would be answered and our family would be okay. Needless to say, my prayers weren't answered for a few years after I had the vision, but the peace and comfort I had was enough for me to have confidence that God was with me and He would continue to be with me. 

I believe that God speaks to us in many ways and always meets us where we're at. Cameron experienced peace after his dream, and this triggered him to contemplate the direction of his life.  
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Whatever trials you're facing, I want to encourage you to reach out for Jesus and find comfort in the peace that He gives.
Blessings.
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Wow! To say this book was challenging to write, is an understatement. When I was asked to join 'The Potter's House Books' as an author, I knew I needed to tell this story. I also knew it would be a tricky subject (or two) to write about. (And I can vouch that the enemy didn't want me to write it!)

A Vow Redeemed shares the journey of Gabby and Justin Greenstone, after Gabby uncovers Justin's pornography addiction. After losing sight of their first love (God) and each other, the story shares the couple's journey of fighting their way back from the clutches of a pornography addiction.

The devil loves nothing better than to see families destroyed, and many families have been torn apart from the insidious effects of pornography. It is a subject that is too-often taboo in Christian circles. While it is rife in the secular world, and often seen as 'normal' and 'harmless', it is an addiction that doesn't discriminate. Many Christians (both male and female) struggle with pornography, and it is an addiction that brings shame, humiliation, condemnation and feelings of worthlessness. Its effect on society is far-reaching - and throughout A Vow Redeemed, I touch on how Justin's addiction not only impacts his own life, but also that of his wife and children. 

While dealing with a tricky subject, the overarching theme throughout A Vow Redeemed is of hope and redemption. Nothing is too big for our God. Nothing can separate us from His love. He offers us unconditional love, forgiveness and redemption through His amazing grace.

Blessings.
Kristen.x

A Vow Redeemed - available now.

Read 'The Potter's House Books' here.

Before I began writing The Tallowood Valley Series, I had a clear vision of the setting and one of the main characters - Alex (whom you will meet in Bridge to Return), but I was stuck with getting started on the storyline. I was feeling a bit discouraged and also frustrated, as it wasn't progressing as I would've liked. (I am a perfectionist, and get frustrated when I can't get things right...something I'm still working on!)

I spent quite some time praying about it - that God would guide me and give me some inspiration as I wasn't getting far at all.

Not long after, I met a woman in my 'day' job who "just happened" to live on one of the biggest cattle stations in Australia. She was a long way from home when I met her, and in my brief interaction with her, she told me a little about life on the land - the challenges they faced, the joys they experienced, how their children went to boarding school, how many cattle they had etc.

As I was busy talking to the woman, her husband walked into the room. I was utterly gobsmacked, but had to maintain my best poker face as I was introduced. Her husband - whom I had never met - just happened to be the man I had envisioned as Alex in Bridge to Return. Exactly the same build. Exactly the same features. Exactly the same piercing blue eyes. It was both amazing and frightening! I had to maintain my professionalism and not let on that anything was out of the ordinary. At the time, I remember thinking, "Just stay calm."

It was a bizarre experience, as though my book had come to life right in front of me, before it had even been written. And I truly believe God had something to do with it - just to give me a little nudge of encouragement and inspiration. That particular day has stuck with me, and I still smile at just how perfect God's timing was for me to meet those two people.

God works in ways we can't always fathom, and He often uses everyday circumstances and opportunities to lift our spirits. I always pray as I write - and it is my prayer that God would somehow use my feeble words for His glory and that you might be encouraged by them.

Bridge to Return is available for pre-order now.

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Heart on the Land is book 1 in my new series - Tallowood Valley. The series tells the story of the Harper family, and is set in a fictitious town in rural Australia. The idea for setting a book in rural Australia came partly from my own childhood experiences, as well as wanting to share a little about my home country to all my overseas readers.

I have fond memories of visiting my uncle's wheat and sheep property in rural New South Wales when I was a child. My cousins who lived on the farm were all boys, and I enjoyed running around the property with them - not that we ever went too far as it was a huge property and some areas were "out of bounds". I recall spending time in the shearing shed, sliding down the sheep dip, riding on the harvester among the wheat, and playing hide and seek around the hay bales in the sheds. It was a lot of fun, and something city kids don't often get the chance to experience. In saying that, I am a city girl at heart - although I do enjoy escaping to the country every once in a while for the wide open spaces and the freedom it provides.

Although written from Max's point-of-view, Heart on the Land deals a little with the issue of postnatal depression - which is something I personally have experienced. I had four children in six years, and experienced some extremely dark moments when my children were young. I haven't shared much about that time - (I tend to hold my cards close) - but it is forever etched in my mind as a time of pruning and a time of growth. I can honestly say it is only by the grace of God that I can sit here today. God's unfailing love and my faith in His promises are truly what kept me going through those awful moments.

I hope you found some encouragement through reading Max's story. Although it contained heartbreak and sadness, and he faced an uncertain future, he chose to place his faith in the One who holds us all in the palm of His hand.

Blessings.x