This week we welcome Amanda Deed to Author Memories.
Amanda Deed grew up in the South Eastern suburbs of Melbourne, Australia in a Christian home, and found faith at an early age. She has followed her passion to serve the Lord through music and literature since her teen years.
Now married, with three children, Amanda still lives in Melbourne and enjoys the variety of being a mother, administrator/book-keeper, musician
and fiction writer.
Amanda’s debut novel, The Game, was awarded the 2010 CALEB Prize for fiction.
Now married, with three children, Amanda still lives in Melbourne and enjoys the variety of being a mother, administrator/book-keeper, musician
and fiction writer.
Amanda’s debut novel, The Game, was awarded the 2010 CALEB Prize for fiction.
An Unusual Blessing
by Amanda Deed
My Dad loves to travel. Even now at seventy-four, he and Mum are off with the 4WD and caravan – in spite of having quintuple bypass surgery on his heart only a year ago. Can you tell he’s my hero?
Well, he’s passed this travel bug on to me, a malady I bear without the least resentment. He would always take us camping as kids. One year he took the family for a three month tour of Australia – up through the centre and down the east coast, covering over 10,000 kilometers (approximately 6,500 miles).
Well, he’s passed this travel bug on to me, a malady I bear without the least resentment. He would always take us camping as kids. One year he took the family for a three month tour of Australia – up through the centre and down the east coast, covering over 10,000 kilometers (approximately 6,500 miles).
Amanda's Parents' Caravan (Travel Trailer to North Americans)
In Arnhem Land (you may have heard of Kakadu which is in the Northern Territory) there are water buffalo. Now, my Dad REALLY wanted a pair of buffalo horns, and not just piddly little ones either, he wanted the big daddy kind of horns. The abattoirs could only offer small ones, so he took those, but was not satisfied.
So, we did what all faith-filled Christians do. We prayed and asked the Lord to provide my dad with a pair of large buffalo horns. God does love to bless His children, after all.
We drove into a place called Jim Jim Falls (also in Kakadu), and if you’re ever planning to visit Australia it is one of “must sees” of our country. On the way in, we saw this big daddy buffalo grazing by the side of the road. “That’s the kind of horns I want,” my dad said. Once again we prayed.
A day or two later, when we drove back out of the gorge, we happened to see a huge buffalo, dead on the side of the road. Could this be the same beast? We wondered. Dad wasted no time in stopping the 4WD and having a look. Without going into too much detail about the smell and the maggots and the retching – oops, too much already, eh – Dad managed to slide those two horns off the buffalo with very little trouble.
So, we did what all faith-filled Christians do. We prayed and asked the Lord to provide my dad with a pair of large buffalo horns. God does love to bless His children, after all.
We drove into a place called Jim Jim Falls (also in Kakadu), and if you’re ever planning to visit Australia it is one of “must sees” of our country. On the way in, we saw this big daddy buffalo grazing by the side of the road. “That’s the kind of horns I want,” my dad said. Once again we prayed.
A day or two later, when we drove back out of the gorge, we happened to see a huge buffalo, dead on the side of the road. Could this be the same beast? We wondered. Dad wasted no time in stopping the 4WD and having a look. Without going into too much detail about the smell and the maggots and the retching – oops, too much already, eh – Dad managed to slide those two horns off the buffalo with very little trouble.
Those horns have been a prized possession and a testament to the abundant love of God to His children over the years. Imagine my surprise when I found them in a garage sale my dad was having a couple of years ago. I probably don’t need to tell you that they now hang on the wall of our patio, where they can remind me of my childhood travels and God’s blessing in our lives.
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Ellenvale Gold.
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Leave a comment with a valid email address by midnight, Nov 27th
to be entered to win a copy of Amanda's newest release,
Ellenvale Gold.
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Ellenvale Gold, Even Before Publishing, Nov 2011
It is the time of Australia’s harsh rogue-filled gold rush of the 1850’s when Miss Penelope Worthington suddenly finds herself orphaned, isolated and alone. With a large sheep station to run single-handedly, she has little option but to enlist the aid of a mysterious, but sinister stranger.
But who is the more treacherous? Gus—the scruffy, trespassing, ex-convict who co-incidentally shows up looking for work just when she desperately needs a farmhand or Rupert—the handsome, wealthy neighbour who would willingly marry her at the drop of a hat and solve her apparent dilemma?
Repeatedly, her faith is tested as she faces the unforgiving elements, deceit, lies and uncertainty. But where and how will it all end? But…is it the end? Will vengeance return or will Penny’s faith prevail?
But who is the more treacherous? Gus—the scruffy, trespassing, ex-convict who co-incidentally shows up looking for work just when she desperately needs a farmhand or Rupert—the handsome, wealthy neighbour who would willingly marry her at the drop of a hat and solve her apparent dilemma?
Repeatedly, her faith is tested as she faces the unforgiving elements, deceit, lies and uncertainty. But where and how will it all end? But…is it the end? Will vengeance return or will Penny’s faith prevail?
Ellenvale Gold is available through amazon.com
Amanda invites you to visit her at
Amanda's website www.amandadeed.com.au
Amanda's blog http://amanderings.wordpress.com
Amanda invites you to visit her at
Amanda's website www.amandadeed.com.au
Amanda's blog http://amanderings.wordpress.com
