Amy Leigh Simpson
THREE commenters will win an eBook copy of
Amy's book:
When Fall Fades
Amy's book:
When Fall Fades
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Mary here. Amy is more than a kindred friend to me. She is a fellow Alley Cat from the Writers Alley Blog, a gifted writer, a tremendous singer and more. You'll see what I mean as you read how God has led her on her writing journey. I expect we will see many books with her name in the future. And now, I present Amy:
Beauty for Ashes
Ever had a dream wither away?
For most
of my life, starting from the first few notes hummed from my carseat until
college, all of my dreams hinged around becoming a … singer. Gasp! Wait, you
thought this was a blog about writers, right? Yep, it’s true. I’m not one of
those true-blue, writer-from-the-crib types of writers who cut their baby teeth
on the bindings of the classics and wrote their first enchanted tale with a
crayon on the dining room wall. I was a songbird.
I spent my youth cultivating
my love of music from musical theater to worship teams, voice lessons to
cutting demos. The dream had even become a part of my identity until one day I
was mature enough to realize that dream was starting to clash with dreams that held
so much more value.
You see, life as a struggling musician
is a long, lonely road of sacrifice and rejection. Sacrificing time with my new
husband to be on tour. Sacrificing the family I wanted to start young to
perform and claw my way up a very unsteady ladder. Sacrificing the stability I
craved in a home. The dream I’d envisioned as a girl was definitely one of hard
work and unlikely odds. I wasn’t naive to the overwhelming size of my ambition.
I knew it going in.
The reality of the life I would have to lead while chasing
that dream though, was not one I was prepared to see through to the bitter end.
Now I still love to sing and worship and use the gift God gave me in other
ways, but that dream of making it as a singer, that flame that kept the dream
alive for so many years was snuffed out. The dream lay in ashes. And my very
fulfilling life as a wife and mother became the reality I wanted to live in.
Mary here: I've stood next to Amy during a church worship time. Her voice is lovely, blending gorgeous harmony into the melody. Yep, she has a true gift of song. I've also been to Amy's house and saw such a deep, sincere love for her family.
But there are times when a dream dies
when you feel the void of all that passion you held for so long grow into a
cavernous hole in your heart, making you wonder what you are meant to do with
the creativity that stirs in your veins without the dream to fuel the fire. For
me, God’s promise in Isaiah 61 came when he gifted me a new dream … ironically,
through my dreams.
I began to dream up stories. Stories I knew I was unqualified to write. I knew nothing about novels, other than I
loved reading them. I hadn’t even take a creative writing class, since … ever!
How on earth was I going to write a book?
What came next was a wrestling match. I
wrestled with those persistent characters in my head. Wrestled with the stories
infiltrating my dreams. I wrestled with God about my ability to actually write
a novel. But I figured I’d give it a shot, more than likely vomit out 20 pages
of dribble and call it a failed experiment.
Six weeks, probably twelve hours of
sleep, and over 80k not entirely terrible words later and I had a story. Maybe
not a great one, but I’d learn to make it great. I was a writer and it was a
dream I could chase and keep my priorities in tact. So I dove into the craft,
found writer friends and encouragers. Signed on with a superstar agent who
believed in me. And I let all those stories I’d tried to ignore pour out of my
head (and heart) in the most amazing labor or love. Bringing me so much more
joy than writing songs ever did.
Who knew that dream was meant to run
its course so I could find my true calling? God did. Because he is the giver of
new dreams. He breathes life into barrenness. He takes the broken pieces of our
hearts and fashions them into something beautiful and brand new.
It’s not too
late to find your dream.
Sometimes you just have to let go and let God lead you
into the beautiful unknown. It might be scary, but I promise you, it’s worth
it!
My first book When Fall Fades (originally titled Beauty for Ashes) was born of that lesson God was teaching me four years ago. It is releasing on October 30th! We will be drawing a winner from the comments for a free e-copy of my book.
My first book When Fall Fades (originally titled Beauty for Ashes) was born of that lesson God was teaching me four years ago. It is releasing on October 30th! We will be drawing a winner from the comments for a free e-copy of my book.
Just follow the instructions below to enter and,
if you’re up for it, tell me about what became of your childhood dream to
enter. I’d be so honored to hear about your journey!
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Amy Leigh Simpson writes romantic mysteries with honesty and humor, sweetness and spice,
and gritty reality covered by grace. When she’s not stealing moments at naptime
to squeeze out a few more adventures in storyland, she’s chasing around two
tow-headed miscreants (Ahem)—boys, playing dress up with one sweet princess
baby, and being the very blessed wife to the coolest, most swoon-worthy man
alive. Amy is a Midwestern-girl, a singer, blogger, runner, coffee-addict, and
foodie. Her Sports Medicine degree is wasted patching up daily boo boo’s, but
whatever is left usually finds its way onto the page with fluttering hearts,
blood and guts, and scars that lead to happily ever after.
Amy says:
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One dying secret. One missing
truth. And a whole lot of trouble…
Sadie
Carson is an expert on unfinished business. Five years after the derailment of
her dreams she’s just barely existing, using her job as a hospice nurse to give
others the one thing she can’t seem to find—closure. So when her elderly
neighbor Charlie, a brilliant conspiracy nut known for harassing the FBI, is
murdered, Sadie suspects Charlie might’ve been onto something and intends to
make sure someone solves the mystery of her friend’s death, even if it’s her.
The
feisty little blonde may have found the victim’s body, but FBI Special Agent
Archer Hayes has no intention of letting some nosy civilian interfere with his
investigation. The guilt he feels is bad enough. The last thing Archer needs is
another distraction to haunt him. Especially one as beautiful and beguiling as
the girl next door.
But
throw in a mountain of hoarded evidence and suspiciously coded journals and the
case takes a puzzling turn toward a decades old conspiracy cover-up from World
War II—one only the victim’s closest confidant can help untangle. Sadie and
Archer reluctantly join forces to decode the riddle of secrets Charlie carried
to his grave. Or did he? Someone is after a dangerous truth. But to uncover it
or bury it is a question that leads the unlikely pair on a quest for redemption
that lands Sadie in the crosshairs of a desperate
killer. And when the dangers of the past and present collide Archer must fight
to save the life of the woman he’s falling for . . . only to discover he might
be the one in need of saving.
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Comments
Julia
So happy to see you. I hope all is well.
I was just as amazed when I read her post. She hadn't told us this part of her life. Truly inspirational.
Stick around, I have virtual hot tea and coffee, also some yummy virtual chocolates.
Thanks for chatting with Amy and me today.
marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com
It's freezing here, (29 degrees) good thing the virtual fire is burning, and the virtual hot tea and coffee are ready. Help yourself. There is an open chair by the fireplace.
I enjoyed chatting with you. Thanks for stopping by.
Another early riser! I've been a witness to Amy's awesome dream...well, ever since she started working towards having her book published. God has given her an amazing gift and has blessed her. You're going to love this story, When Fall Fades.
I have SO enjoyed reading this inspirational post! Growing up. I always thought I would be a teacher but a young man came along and suddenly, I wanted to he a wife more! Even though I never earned a teaching certificate, I have had the pleasure of teaching countless young people in Sunday School and VBS the about the best subject they will ever learn. I am still teaching teens at church and I am reliving all of the joys of teaching a baby (my granddaughter) so my dream hadn't really been unfulfilled!
Thanks for this motivating post to start my weekend and I wish both of you continued success in following your dreams!
Blessings!
Connie
cps1950 (at)gmail (dot)com
I'm not in the worship team now, but I still get into the worship, wholeheartedly throwing myself into God's presence with my small church family. There's nothing like it in the world!! Maybe someday again God will open that door, but for now, I'm content in where He's placed me now :-) And I'm certainly no professional singer....lol....never took lessons in my life, but I don't think my voice is all that bad :-) I've been told I have a good one, but I don't want to seem arrogant or get proud either....I want it to come from my heart where God resides. For me, worship isn't simply words on a paper...they are living, breathing prayers or praise to our God. And His word says He inhabits the praises of His people...so I think whether you can sing or not, it's the heart attitude of worship to Him :-) Like a fire in my bones, I guess is the best way to put it.
Amy, I really, really enjoyed today's post and all that you had to say! There were several places that I found myself shaking my head in agreement on, I could so relate :-) You encouraged me, challenged me & put a smile on my face! Thank you for that, you're such a blessing. And thank you for the chance to win a ecopy of your book, it sounds like a good one! I would encourage you to keep following your heart & seek God's will and way in your life.....He'll ALWAYS guide our footpaths :-)
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Oh Connie, I am so happy for you! I've taught Sunday School to first graders. I loved it so much! They are so smart and expressive. Wow! They may have learned about the Bible, but I was the one blessed. I totally agree with you. And now you are teaching teens?? Look at you! How awesome is that!
I am so incredibly happy you were able to stop by and chat with Amy and me today.
I was so taken with your words. I really hope we can meet in person some day. I'd love to hear you sing. Sounds like God has led you to a church with a strong heart for God. What a blessing. Don't you just look forward to going to church? I recently joined the choir. I am not a soloist. Whether I sing in the choir or in the congregation I can't help but engage in the words, like you say. Maybe a tear falls, maybe my heart pulses, all in worship to God. Maybe I'll get to stand next to you in heaven and we'll sing together. :)
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