Today we have Heather Day Gilbert guest-posting on the love story in her own historical fiction novel, God’s Daughter. God’s Daughter is based on the life of Gudrid Thorbjarnardottir, the first European woman to have a baby on North American soil. Heather has creatively decided to write what Gudrid’s husband, Thorfinn (“Finn” in the book) Karlsefni, thinks of his courageous wife. The Words of Thorfinn...

I’m in a season of waiting. And what I’m being gently convicted of tonight is… If what lays before me is the task of waiting… then why not actually wait with all my heart? Not just endure it, not simply “put in my time”, but approach it with grace and eagerness to do what good I can here, glean what wisdom I can here, because I won’t be in this season forever and there’s a reason I’m in it now....

**Since I write historical romance, I thought it would be fun to feature true love stories from history here each week.** 8/9/2012 update: I had a thought. Historical Romance, as a genre, is not solely about the romance. I am expanding this series so that it is not limited to love stories. Love stories and ANY story that demonstrates God’s hand in a given situation will be considered for posting. If you have a neat tale in your family...

Or Grace It was to be a whimsical evening walk.Kind sky cooling the day’s oppressive heat, quiet in a patch of gardenny oasis,delight sprouting at discovering an alyssum-spiced corner of the world. Whimsical, you see.…and then there was me: Shirt  splashed with coffee and  debris from the day’s kitchen fiascos– because I’m graceful that way. Feet gritty from treading whimsical (yet dusty) trail in what my family has dubbed...

Tonight I landed in a pocket of peace. Weary was I, bone tired, beat, drained, and what have you. I headed out to water the garden and as my whole being eased at the sound of water pouring into earth, I was tucked in. Swaddled by the evening—or rather, it’s Creator—in that moment. It was a pocket of peace, sewn from twilight sky and stolen moment and cool breeze… and my soul quieted. Isn’t He good? We don’t always need a...