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Looking Out The Window: Carol Award Finalist Lillian Duncan Talks About Puzzle House. Gives Away An E-book.

A Warm Welcome to Lillian Duncan Lillian will give away an e-book of Puzzle House To enter to win leave a comment and an e-mail address below Congratulations, Lillian, on being a finalist for the prestigious Carol Award. Tell us about  Puzzle House. Puzzle House  is the book I never wanted to write! What??? Let me explain. Rachel Summers, the main character in my new book, Puzzle House, has brain tumors due to Neurofibromatosis Type 2. Neuro…What? That’s what I said when my doctor told me I had brain tumors because of something called Neurofibromatosis Type 2 (NF2 for short) in 2012. The tumors are almost always benign, but there’s two meanings for benign. One being non-cancerous and the other being harmless. The good news is that my tumors are not cancerous, the bad news is they are definitely not harmless. That’s why I say Puzzle House is the book I never wanted to write. I would never have written it if it weren’t for the brain tumors. But Romans 8: 28 promises

Looking Out the Window: Jo Huddleston Shares a Modern Day Miracle

 Jo will be giving away a signed copy of her prayer book, Amen and Good Night, God. Equipment for Valley Travel My bedside vigil stretched into days as I watched meningitis suck precious life from the still form of my college-age child. Sunday afternoon I sat alone with my daughter, watching the disease apparently winning its battle. Gone were the twinkle in her eyes and the ready smile on her lips. The nurse had just left, the same one who had been coming in every 15 minutes to take vital signs. Pained and discouraged, I watched when she recorded on her chart a blood pressure reading only half what it should be. Alone again in the hospital room, each of us experienced our own unique agony. Lying curled in a fetal position, my daughter moved only her eyes. With them almost swollen shut, she looked up at me through her consumed torture. "Mother, this may be my time to die," she whispered. No panic or fear registered in her words or in her fevered eyes. The same th