Showing posts with label Starr Ayers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Starr Ayers. Show all posts

Monday, July 2, 2018

Announcing . . .

I've created a  brand-spankin’ new author website.

Please drop by at www.starrayers.org and take time to look around. As my site grows, you’ll find inspirational posts, photographs, sharable memes, iPhone photography tips, and historical facts and updates on my latest endeavor, Beyond the Rainbow.
I never set out to write a novel but after I found letters in my mother’s trunk penned in the late thirties by her first love, I knew the makings of a fascinating book was buried within them. I’ve loosely based this poignant story of lost love on those letters. 
Reminiscent of Nicholas Sparks’ The Notebook and Robert James Waller’s The Bridges of Madison County, this wholesome account of Emma and Noah’s whirlwind romance and heart-rending separation prior to World War II is refreshing and uplifting in view of a culture that paints love and intimacy with a broad brush and in fifty shades of grey.
This moving love story, set in the throes of the Great Depression, portrays the young couple’s struggle to keep their love alive regardless of events that threaten to tear them apart. From its engaging first chapter to its unforeseen conclusion, Beyond the Rainbow will resonate in the heart of every woman who has ever remembered a lost love and asked “what if,” or who has suffered through the heartache of “if only.”
Writing a novel isn’t the first rainbow I’ve chased. I’m an incurable rainbow-chaser and am profoundly grateful for my husband, Michael, who’s always supported me in my starry-eyed pursuits. He’s veered off the highway on more than one occasion to chase rainbows so that I could capture their essence in photographs. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather do life with. Outside of my heavenly Father, he continues to be my biggest cheerleader in whatever I undertake to do. Now my agent, Cyle Young with Hartline Literary Agency, is searching for that rainbow’s end as he seeks a home for my story.  I’m confident he’ll find one.
Someone said, “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” I love that. It’s the way I feel about chasing rainbows. I’d rather err on the side of hope than spend my time in a colorless day seeing nothing beyond a palette smudged with shades of gray. 
Born to chase rainbows? Absolutely. God has given us his divine permission to do just that. “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible” (Matthew 19:26). Won’t you join me in my pursuit? Even if rainbows aren’t within our grasp, perhaps we’ll land beyond them in a mountain of rainbow dust. Wouldn’t that be fun?
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Keep chasing rainbows!  It’s embedded in your DNA—so why not?
Starr


Thursday, February 26, 2015

Whiter Shades of Grace

"He says to the snow, 'Fall on the earth,' 


and to the rain shower, 'Be a mighty downpour.'


 So that all may know his work."
― Job 37:6-7, NIV



Harmonica by Chadburn Spivey http://www.youtube.com/user/Chadburn27/videos

Monday, April 7, 2014

Rainy Days and Mondays


"The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down, the Lord loves the righteous."
―Psalm 146:8, NIV

For those who survived the mind-bending seventies―an era marked by anti-war protests, women's lib, bell-bottom pants, lava lamps and Saturday Night Fever―the soft, compelling voice of Karen Carpenter was a welcome respite to the psychedelic acid rock and hippie subculture of the day.

Born in New Haven, Connecticut in 1950, Karen and her brother, Richard, released more than a dozen hit records by the time she was twenty-four. Less than ten years later she was gone, a victim of heart failure brought on by anorexia nervosa, a devastating eating disorder the general public knew little about until her death. Known by her friends to be goofy and fun loving, Karen also suffered from serious personal issues. She struggled to feel loved and accepted.

On this rainy Monday morning, the words to Karen’s 1971 Top 100 hit, Rainy Days and Mondays, have been rolling through my mind. Unexpected but welcomed, I noticed the words to her song contain the spiritual answer to her pain and the heartache many people in today’s culture experience.

Listen to the words of this timeless song at the link below. If you can relate to their message, please "run and find the One who loves you." God desires to lift you up on this rainy Monday.


Now it's your turn. How do rainy Monday's make you feel? What are some of your favorite things to do on a rainy day?

Please leave a comment.




Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Chosen Vessel


“He saw two boats at the water’s edge … He got into one of the boats.”
–Luke 5:2-3, NIV

I was recently invited to join a team of writers for ZooKeepers Ministries, a non-denominational ministry founded on Titus 2 dedicated to helping women and families around the globe find harmony in their homes through a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. My first 5-day devotional series began this week. Please join me each day as we examine how to become vessels God will choose to use.
The Chosen Vessel
Day 1: A Steady Boat
 http://ow.ly/qxahs 

Day 2: A Ready Boat
http://ow.ly/qAXUy

 Day 3: A Weathered Boat
http://ow.ly/qAYt3

Day 4: A Perceptive Boat
http://ow.ly/qAYxp

Day 5: A Receptive Boat