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You’re Never Alone  by Vickie McDonough 

You're Not Alone

You’re Not Alone

Before I became a published author, if I got the chance to meet one of my favorite authors face-to-face, I would literally shake. It happened more than once. I can’t tell you why. What I’ve learned—and should have known all along—is that authors are just regular people. Yes, we worked hard and may be more creative than someone else, but we’re normal folk. Surprise

My husband and I raised four sons, and are now enjoying a granddaughter. My life didn’t change much after getting published, except that I worked longer hours than I’d ever worked before and I had a little extra income, which was really nice.

Now, I’m primary caregiver for my mother, who is 87. There are days I honestly don’t want to go visit her. She can be very sweet and loving, but also quite cranky and mean. Lately, she’s been in a nursing home, recovering from a fall.

I’ll admit I’m not the most patient and compassionate person around. I’ve come to have great respect for the nurses and aides at the nursing home who empty bed pans, listen to whiny, forgetful seniors all day—or night—and have to be on their feet twelve hours at a time.

My husband has been unemployed for four months, so finances are getting tight. The other day I cried as I drove home from the dentist’s office because I didn’t have the money to pay them. Then I started feeling guilty. Yes, money is tight, but we’ve never gone hungry, we still have a nice home, and a car to drive. My mother is still here while many have lost theirs. I thought of those who don’t know where their next meal is coming from and how they will feed their children.

Life just isn’t fair at times. But who told you it would be? God never said we wouldn’t have difficult times, but He did promise to be there to help us through them. That reminds me of the Footsteps in the Sand poem by Mary Stevenson. The poem talks about a dream where the author is walking on the beach. During hard times, she only sees one pair of footprints in the sand, but at good times, there are two sets. She asks God why He wasn’t with her during the difficult times, and He said: “Those are the times I carried you.” Wow! Just imagine God holding you in the hard times.

I want to encourage you that you’re not alone. Yes, life is not fair. But we don’t have to walk it all alone. Most of us have friends and family who will help, but ALL of us can have God’s comfort and help. We just need to ask—and believe, especially when we don’t see Him.

Vickie McDonough

Vickie McDonough

Long Trail Home

Long Trail Home

Bestselling author Vickie McDonough grew up wanting to marry a rancher, but instead, she married a computer geek who is scared of horses. She now lives out her dreams penning Christian romance stories about ranchers, cowboys, lawmen, and others living in the Old West. Vickie is a CBA/EPCA/Amazon best-selling author of more than 40 published books and novellas, with over 1.5 million copies sold. Vickie has been married for forty-one years to Robert. They have four grown sons, one daughter-in-law, and a precocious granddaughter.

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About Vickie McDonough

Bestselling author Vickie McDonough grew up wanting to marry a rancher, but instead married a computer geek who is scared of horses. She now lives out her dreams in her fictional stories about ranchers, cowboys, lawmen, and others living in the Old West. Vickie is the award-winning author of thirty-five published books and novellas. Her books include the fun and feisty Texas Boardinghouse Brides series, and End of the Trail, which was the OWFI 2013 Best Fiction Novel winner. Whispers on the Prairie was a Romantic Times Recommended Inspirational Book for July 2013. She recently tried something different with Rancher Under Fire, a contemporary suspense. Visit her website: www.vickiemcdonough.com

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