Help from my Writing Buddies (and everyone else)

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I have come up with several story ideas. They are a bit depressing, probably mushy, and will take a lot of research. But I really want some ideas and input. They all have problems.

Here’s the first:

The Main Character is a 23 year old young man wants revenge on his father. Between ages 1-13 his father only showed up randomly when drunk and abused him and his mother. He blames his father for his miserable childhood and all problems since, and for all his mother’s health problems. When he was 13, his father went to prison for 10 years. While in prison his father wrote MC, but MC always burned the letter without opening the envelope. Now his father is being released and he is getting ready to hunt him down and kill him for all he did to him and his mom.

Possible Opposition –
His mother is still alive begging him not to?
His father is fierce and dangerous?
His father is defenseless and harps on MC’s conscience?
His father is now a Christian and begging for forgiveness?
MC becomes a Christian?

Obviously, the problem with this story idea is that I don’t know which way to turn the story. Any help? You can throw out as many ideas as you have. I’d love them.

 

Here’s the second:

Leny is a 14 year old Mexican girl. Her family, which includes grandfather, aunts, uncles, 2 siblings, and 10 half siblings or cousins, live in three small shacks on the edge of the city. Her older brothers have each grown up to work for the cartel. Her brother Carlos who is 15 will be working for them in just a matter of time. They don’t have much of a choice.
She takes care of the small children and goes to school when she has time. But she has only a few changes of clothes, usually not enough food, her grandfather, father, and uncles get drunk regularly.
How does she get out of this situation?

The problem with this story idea is that while the situation is heart wrenching and gripping, I don’t know how to get her out of it. And even more difficult, how does one get the whole family out of such a situation, especially when this has been going on for generations? The most depressing part of this story is that I’ve met Leny personally, she’s a real girl, and her situation is only one of many like it.

 

Here’s the third and longest idea:

This idea is actually many combined. It could even be joined with the second story idea.
The MC is a single Mexican mom near the Texas/Mexican border. Her teenaged son has duo-citizenship. For this reason he feels out of place in both countries. There are several cartels in Mexico, some kill and kidnap, some stick to distributing drugs. The son went to the “good” cartel to work for them and get their protection for him and his mom. His mom is kidnapped one evening by the “bad” cartel and questioned about her son’s activities. She knows nothing so is let go. She fights with her son about it, and they determine to leave suddenly and swim the river.
They do. Right now (believe it or not) if you are caught as an illegal alien, you are given a check up, all your shots, food stamps, maybe more—which is more than you get if you come across legally. Then you are released and told to show up for a court date. No one ever does. The system is wack! Obviously, I’ll need to do more research. But anyway, the mom and her son can also get help from a charity organization to make her legal.

2nd part of story: The mom gets training as a nurse and gets a job at a Planned Parenthood clinic. She loves her job and is finally providing for her family.
But her son struggles hard with depression. He can’t fit into the school system very well, and doesn’t have a community or any friends. His mom tries to help him with grades, but it only serves to make him believe her love is highly conditional. His grades improve, but his depression is deep.
Someone finds out his mom is an abortion clinic nurse and tells him about all the horrors of abortion. They spare him no anger or accusation. Again, his depression grows stronger.
Finally he finds out that in order for his mom to counsel women to get an abortion she tells them that she wishes she had had the resources to get an abortion when she wasn’t ready. (Horrifically, such things have been said.)
So he kills himself. :’( See why these are so depressing?
He would probably leave a note explaining to his mom why he killed himself, and also explaining to her the horrors of abortion that have been told him.
She quits her job and becomes a pro-life activist in honor of her son. Through that, she meets a church and finds a real community for the first time in her life. And this is so sad, because her son never lived to find a community, nor acceptance in Christ.

Anyway, what are your thoughts on that story? The thing might be mushy and depressing, but with good research and a lot of work, it can reveal a lot of the problems in Mexico and in abortion that aren’t common knowledge.

 

So what I want to know is

  1. Which story would you most likely read and refer?
  2. And what ideas do you have for that story?

 

Thank you SO much! If I don’t get help for one of these I might go insane!

~Ellie

Long for Home, Critique Wanted

This blog was originally made to get feedback from people who took time out of their life to read it. So….do I still have any of those readers? Hmm, good question.

I am getting close to self publishing a short story through Createspace.com. I’m getting closer every day, and I can feel it in my bones. It’s almost ready….almost.

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A brief synopsis is on the back of the book cover. The first draft (a lot of editing has been done) was my original profession and explanation of my faith, written right after I was saved in 2010. Right now I am looking for people to review the book and tell me what fine-tuning is left to be done. The story is about 16,000 words long.

If anyone is interested, let me no in the comments and I can send you an email.

 

Thanks!
Ellie

Mexico, May 2014, Soccer

Most mornings in Mexico we visited drug and alcohol rehab centers. In the afternoons we visited parks.

 
You couldn’t do it in America, but in Mexico we went around to announce a soccer tournament, and each evening a crowd turned up.
We went to several different fields of grass, concrete, and dust, sometimes chalking lines for boundaries and sometimes dragging a stick.
 
While the men headed up the soccer games, the ladies played with the children and shared Bible stories. We drew on their faces, turned cartwheels, played hillbilly golf, and washers.
Several of the women, me included, were much impressed and moved by the great need that the children showed for love and affection. They flocked to us and hung on us, sometimes hanging on to our t-shirts as we walked. Wherever we went, they came like magnets.
 
Even though we couldn’t communicate very well, we had fun. Several of the women shared Bible stories with the kids and I gave my testimony to a group of wide-eyed children. I had a captive audience as they heard how I had been rebellious to my parents and hateful toward God. But now they could obvious see that I am happy because I have given up sin, and I gave the gospel as clearly as I could. I also noticed while I talked through the translator that a man was standing nearby and listening carefully. May God bless him!
 
During one soccer tournament a group of young men were dancing to the Virgin Mary. It was heartbreaking to see. Not only is it hard to see worship to a false god when our God is so worthy of all the praise, but I saw young men who depended on this dancing for their salvation. They were very coordinated and disciplined. They danced hard and intensely. And they danced for quite some time.
Interestingly enough, we visited a rehab center later that week where they danced before The Lord. They played music and jumped and clapped for joy. Immediately I compared it to the dancing in the park. In the park they had each moved in time, the steps perfectly memorized, but at this rehab center the dancing was more spontaneous than anything. And what stood out to me most was the joy of the men at the rehab center. Tremendous joy and thanksgiving, not working to get God’s favor, but rejoicing to have it. And most importantly, this dancing was in honor of the One True God.
I know we don’t dance as a regular part of our worship service in America — but maybe we should!
Back to the soccer games, at each soccer tournament the men took time to gather the young men around and challenge them with the gospel. There was no strategy to make an emotional experience. There was no aim to record great numbers. It was the straightforward simple gospel, and then we challenged the men to commit their lives to Christ.
The last soccer tournament we held, Wednesday night, the bleachers were filled with young men spoking pot. No attempt to hide it, no nervousness or shyness, just out there in the open together. During the break, Russ humbly and seriously addressed them about it, and though some were high and laughing, others listened seriously. Please pray for those young men, that these words will have a lasting impression on them. At the tournaments we gave out tracks and booklets and Bibles, and the children eagerly received them and promised to read them.
So for all of the soccer players, spectators, children, parents, and teeter-totter partners, please pray for their salvation. Pray that God may change the hearts of the people to Him and that the work that we have done will not be in vain. Please pray that the words we have said will not fade into the darkness but be a light to destroy it.
Ellie

 All photos taken by Billy and Sarah Jackson

Mexico, May 30th 2014

The trip has flown by, but lasting impressions have been made.

Monday morning the team visited our first rehab center. Pastor Candido has been faithfully active in ministering to these men and teaching them to play instruments and several of them performed for us. How incredible! That men who once were addicted to drugs are now singing God’s praise!

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We had a time of testimony and several of the men there shared their stories of how they had been at the bottom of the bottom and God had rescued them.

As they shared and as we sang together, it was rather amazing how our hearts and spirits connected in beautiful oneness. Truly we have brothers and sisters we never knew about! God works in mysterious ways, and often, we will never hear of all He has done.

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As Stephanie Weber shared, in the song Santo, Santo, Santo or in English Holy, Holy, Holy we sing about being around the throne. Singing that with the Mexicans is a special blessing. It’s a small taste of heaven, where every tribe and tongue and nation will gather around to praise our God.

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At each rehab center we visited we left a bookshelf and a few books. As we are able to visit again in the future, we will add to the library a few books at a time.

Thursday we were able to visit the first rehab center again. We gathered in a large circle to sing hymns together, and again we had a time of testimony.

Then we played games together. Indeed, this if family!!!! The games were great fun, and if I may say here, I won the Ultimate Trashcan game.

What I would really like to impress on you, is that you have brothers and sisters in Christ in Mexico. We heard stories about destroyed marriages, destroyed families, living in abandoned houses, young teenagers on drugs, and lives ruined by addiction. Rehab center after rehab center, relapse after relapse, until God saves them and changes their lives. Through Christ we are overcomers. While the world says, “once an addict, always an addict” the Bible says, “the truth will set you free.” Many of these men want to be pastors and help \ QQple who are in the same situation they were in. And most of the directors of the rehab centers were once addicts themselves.

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Please remember your family in Mexico and in other parts of the world.

America is so small and contained as far as we see it, but God is so big and beyond all that we imagine. And He is working in Mexico, among the men who had no hope before Jesus. Pray for these men, pray for their growth, and pray for the lost.

Ellie

Mexico, May 26th 2014

If I left Mexico right now I would already be full of God’s goodness and have so much to tell.

Our journey down was truly blessed. Though the forecast showed  storms on both sides of our route, our path was all clear blue skies.

Friday morning we stopped by an indigenous coffee shop and when we talked with the owners we discovered that they were Christians! We prayed with them and they gave us a few Spanish/English Bibles to take with us. We were both very blessed, and these are just a couple of the blessing from the road trip. The fellowship and singing were very great and encouraging.

Linda and Carl who own a used book store and coffee shop

Friday afternoon we arrived at the church and had a family reunion. The hardest part of documenting this trip is trying to describe the atmosphere. Unless you have been here, it’s hard to understand that this is home away from home. People whom I can barely communicate with are truly my family in Christ. Even though I can’t understand Spanish, we greeted each other with hugs and kisses and large smiles, which are universally understood. We love each other because Christ loves us.

Ismael and Mark

After we arrived and unpacked, some folks went shopping and the rest walked through town and invited people to the Medical Clinic, which we ran Saturday.

My favorite memory of Friday was as I was walking, preparing my sparse Spanish for my next encounter, I saw a face light up. A couple moments later and my little amiga was hugging me around the waist. I was so pleased that she remembered me! Not only remembered me, but remembered me enough to run up and give me a hug. It made my day!

Berta and Angie, two of my good friends

Saturday we got up early and after a great time of devotion we set up the Medical Clinic.

We must have been good at inviting people, though I wouldn’t have guessed it while handing out the flyers.

While people waited in line to see “Dr. Stephanie,” I invited the kids to get their face painted and color fuzzy posters. We also played with water balloons, and just water in general. All morning I ran back and forth. (It was hard not to, I have having so much fun.) Draw on this kid, hug this one, ask for this name, throw a balloon at this one, play hide and seek with this one, play volleyball with this one, and from several I learned the words for “up” “down” “here” “there” and of course my colors. It was a good day!

Somehow these kids got me to kneel so they could take turns popping water balloons over my head. Then they wanted me to lie down and literally pinned me there. I had to wrestle my way out and then run around the field to get away.

After lunch, where I learned the Spanish word for “potato” “meat” and “rice” we went to the green area to play soccer. A crowd of young men were already gathered around and warming up for the big tournament. Not only are these guys super athletic and fast, they would sacrifice their neck to get the ball. So with some fast moving Mexicans and some Gringos thrown in, we had a good time. I didn’t sit and watch the whole time, I played a miniature game with the younger kids and a couple older ones who joined in.

He plays some good soccer, and John also helps us teach young people

The Gringo Ninja Goalie, “Shaggy”

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Mark, the other Ninja goalie

We also gathered the kids around in a circle and Sarah told the story of the Prodigal Son and Ismael translated.

Before the very last game of the tournament, we fathered the young people around and gave them the gospel and prayed over them. Then after the last game, we awarded prizes to the winning teams.

I am constantly convicted by the people I am working with. They serve without complaining and volunteer without being asked. They take the initiative to say hello, and they love without condition.

Like I said at the beginning, I have been so blessed through it all, and I can’t wait for more. I think my eyes glow when I think about the rest of the week.

And if I keep learning Spanish this quickly, I’ll be Mexican in no time!

Signing off from Tamalipas Mexico,
Ellie

 

Departing for Mexico

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I leave for Mexico at 5:30am today. I’m terribly excited. My suitcase, travel bag, and tupperware bowl are stuffed with clothes, gifts, books, and snacks. I probably ought to be a little more nervous than I am, but I can’t help just smiling and smiling. I feel almost unkind for smiling so, but I can’t help it, so just forgive me.

Our team has acquired two more team members. First, Mrs. Weber, my sister-in-law’s mother. With her help, we will be running a medical clinic one day and helping as many as we can. And the second new member is our wittle-itty-bitty Jackson. Yes, if you didn’t know by now, I’m going to be an aunt. That’s another reason for great excitement.

While we are gone, I’m not sure of the internet access I will have, so though I will be writing in the mornings as consistently as I can, I don’t know how often I will be able to post here, and on the Psalm 67 blog. But keep in touch with the Facebook page, because it is the most likely to be updated throughout the trip.

 

An elder of my church said something interesting the other week. He said that when he is tempted to sin, he has assigned himself with a person to pray for, in no way connected to the sin. When tempted to anger he prays for one person, when tempted to discontentment he prays for another and so on. It is a way to resist the devil. If every time he tempts you, you begin praying, well, maybe that is part of making the devil flee. And it really is a good practice, because if we could assign a different person to every single sin, then I for one would be praying constantly, which is Biblical.

So could I pray for you, and will you pray for me? At the top of the screen, there is a page called “Prayer Requests” with a form where you can give me your prayer requests. Or, even better, comment so that others can pray as well.

 

 

With love,
Ellie

Mexico Approacheth

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10 days! TEN DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everything is starting to become real to me, I’m actually going to Mexico again! It’s almost time to start packing!

I’m so terribly excited about this trip. About the people, about the mission, about everything! I’m excited to be writing it, excited to have good pictures to show, and I’m most excited to have God work through me and the team to bless the people in Mexico. May we richly encourage and serve them in God’s perfect love!

I have been thinking about my role to document this trip. Besides reading books on writing and looking to apply them to my own writing, I have been praying that God would give me skill far surpassing my own, and a love that I haven’t had before. And while seeking to be a blessing to others, I already know that this trip will be a great blessing to me, as was on the last trip.

I’d ask that you continue to pray for me while I prepare and especially while I am down there. I know several of my blog readers are praying, and it encourages me beyond words. Thank you so much.

God has truly brought this trip together in a wonderful way. Funds have come in and expenses paid for.

We are still working to raise funds for theological libraries for the Christian Rehabilitation Centers that we will be visiting. For more information about that, click this link.

During the trip you can stay updated by visiting our Facebook page and blog.

Thank you everyone for your support and prayer. I am wonderfully blessed to be in the family of Christ, and I don’t take it for granted.

 

In Christ and His love,
Ellie