Arrived At Last

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

This is a great day for me! At last my book has been released and is available on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/hidden-Irish-Hills-Mary-Cates/dp/1649601085/ref=sr_I_I?dchild=1&keywords=mary+cates+hidden+in+Irish+hills

This is a dream come true for me. As far back as the 8th grade I have carried a desire to write. Although my formal education is in the medical field, this long abandoned desire has made its way to the surface and is now a reality. Ambassador International Publishers, located in Greenville, South Carolina has helped to make the dream continue. They are a Christian publisher and a US affiliate of Emerald Publishing in the United Kingdom, where the headquarters are located in Bingley, England. Ambassador’s faith in me has spurred me on, and I will have two more novels released the end of this year and into 2022.

Here is a short “tease” of the story. . .

Hidden in Irish Hills is a novel that begins with a surprise military action that unfolds in the Mediterranean Sea, and threatens world peace. Rachael Carson, a wealthy real estate tycoon, decides to flee her New York City penthouse and move to her mansion in Irish Hills. With the impending world takeover by The Ten Great Nations in the back of her mind, she plots to save her wealth and rescue persecuted victims with the help of her beloved maid, Maggie. Together, as they are Hidden in Irish Hills, they take an enormous risks by launching a top-secret plan and help homeless victims find their way to the mansion. However, their mission brings them two unexpected guests when Dr. Kendall arrives at the mansion with an abandoned baby they come to call “Baby Beth.” The presence of Baby Beth has a healing touch on everyone. Her laughter and googling help to keep anxiety at a minimum. With the new arrival of both Dr. Kendall and Baby Beth, Rachael’s life takes on new dimensions. Her love for them both grows and brings joy and inner struggles, while also bringing new restrictions to the mansion, as government tyranny heightens. Hunger, sickness, and death knock at their door. Rules and regulations turn the mansion into a place so different it seems peculiar…Rachael cannot help but feel like a stranger in her own home. Hidden in Irish Hills tells the story of corrupt government, survival of natural disasters, courage against tremendous odds, and faith that believes in miracles. God’s presence often meets them with power so strong a hush comes over them. As each page is turned, both joy and fear heighten. A grueling question is always present — will they survive?

About my personal life. I have enjoyed several careers — school nurse, proprietor of an antique shop, freelance writing, and published author. Though I was raised in a home where my father was a pastor in the Nazarene Church, my husband and I are members of the Evangelical Presbyterian Church, where we have served in various ways, including working as team leaders with youth and young single adults. We enjoy our home in Monroe, Michigan, where we live on an eighteen-hole golf course surrounded with beautiful homes and villas. I enjoy keeping up with the latest world news and using the skills God has given me to showcase the Lord Jesus to those who do not know Him.

God bless you all!

Happiness in the End Times

I read something the other day that expressed happiness as a spiritual experience of love, grace, and thankfulness. In other words, it’s not something found on a treasure hunt, but rather it exists within ourselves. The evidence of it can be found in our goals and what we consider our purpose in life. Happiness and joy has miraculous evidence even as we experience the evils of the world, which is moving farther into godlessness. Sadly, I see enough happening today to believe we are experiencing the “End of Days” as described by the Apostle Paul in 2 Timothy chapter 3.

I draw attention to Rachael Carson, the heroine in my novel “Hidden in Irish Hills”. I created her character with many of the values you and I carry — a desire for happiness, along with notable purpose. Rachael’s desire was to do everything in her power to use what God had given her to save herself, and rescue others in a world that had gone mad with evil power. She courageously gambled the odds in order to survive.

I am excited about this book because right NOW it is being sold on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other bookstores throughout the country, and the world. The storyline focuses on a suspenseful plot, with events popping up that appear to showcase what End Time prophesy might be like when God’s prophetic clock begins to strike the midnight hour. There is intrigue, love and grace woven throughout every page. Although this book is fiction, reality speaks between the lines.

I began writing this novel several years ago. Today I am astounded to see how the plot is spot-on for what is happening right now — things that could bring the End. My observance grew as I saw the violence and lawlessness running ramped throughout major cities in our country last summer. Massive civil unrest throughout the world also added to my belief that the world is getting ripe for the antichrist. COVID-19 raised my eyebrows, mainly because the epidemic may have been deliberately caused. Yet, considering the killing power of this “created” virus makes its something of evil intention, regardless of how we view it. Then, more astonishment came after 2021 arrived. We are experiencing an all-out war against God, our Constitution and deliberate desecrating of the moral codes we have followed for over 245 years. I believe we are living in the last minutes before the events spoken of in Revelation begin to occur. Hidden in Irish Hills has become a novel that everyone will benefit reading.

Proudly, this is the third publication of this novel, for which I thank Ambassador International Publishers for recognizing its value. They have taken this book to heart and worked hard to give it superb editing and a breathtaking ending.  

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God bless you all!

My Old House

It’s sad to see things grow old. The city where I grew up (Detroit) is old and many areas are nothing but ugly blight. My old neighborhood is almost unrecognizable now. Many of the houses are torn down. The old church I went to is still standing strong, primarily due to it being built with cement walls.

My old house is the white house in the middle of the photo. The house that once stood next door, behind the wood fencing, is gone. It belonged to a wonderful elderly couple who were migrants from Italy. I remember the delicious smells that came out of their open windows in the summer — of garlic and oregano and simmering tomatoes.

The people that lived in the dark-colored house next door had four kids that had it “in” for me and my brother. My parents were strict Christians and we seemed like weirdos to this liberal, godless family. The kids were rough and tough. Playing with them was a challenging warfare, and me and my brother got beat up plenty. But, every now and then we got a good lick in and sent one of them home crying to their mother. Finally we all grew up and the clashes stopped. Life in Detroit was harsh at times, but most people were hard-working and respectful. My years there were happy and I wish I could make the old new again, and walk the street once more.

I think about my soul in contrast to the old city. King David, the psalmist, wrote: God restores my soul. I can say a big YES to that, because my soul is nothing like my old deteriorating neighborhood. The Lord is constantly renewing and restoring, and some days I actually feel newborn.

I cherish the memories of my old church, which looks rundown and wanting now. It was there I learned about Jesus and gave my heart to Him at the age of eight. The church is now called First Church of the Redeemed. Its windows are boarded up for protection. I checked it out on-line and it seems its doors are still open on Sunday for worship.

Detroit was my starting point, and no matter how bad things may get, I will love the old city and my memories there forever. I will remember the picnics at Belle Isle Park, and the memories of the Detroit River Channel — shown in the background of the photo, behind the seven connected skyscraper buildings of the Renaissance Center. Canada is seen from the shoreline, and can be reached quickly by driving across the Ambassador Bridge, or going through the tunnel under the river channel. Two global countries connected by a river channel that runs 28 miles from Lake St. Clair to Lake Erie. Big freighters regularly sail through this busy channel. I live south of Detroit now, just a couple miles from Lake Erie. I am still home, because I enjoy the best of Detroit’s southern suburbs for shopping, church, and entertainment.

In all the fun of my nostalgia and writing about it, I treasure most the goodness of God’s constant restoring of my soul. I cherish the reality that God The Father – the Creator of Heaven and Earth – never changes. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever, and His love endures.

Please feel free to comment, especially if you have fond memories of Detroit. My suspense-end time novel “Hidden in Irish Hills” has much of Detroit in it. It can be order on Amazon here:https://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Irish-Hills-Mary-Cates/dp/1649601085/ref=sr_I_I?dchild=1&keywords=mary+cates+hidden+in+irish+hills

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God bless you all.

Good News

Good news keeps getting better.

I’m sharing it with you today!

During the past 14 months I have been working with my publisher to bring my new book, Hidden in Irish Hills, to publication. Waiting has given me anxious moments, but now I am happy to report that the book will be released soon, and is ready for pre-orders.

“Hidden in Irish Hills” is a story of people with great courage and the fortitude to do the right thing in a world that is under the control of evil leaders. Every page is packed with the wonder of love, the fight to survive, unexpected miracles, and the promise of God’s eternal blessings. I believe the story will touch your heart.

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The story unfolds in the beautiful Irish Hills of Michigan, where Rachael Carson must move quickly to save her wealth and get her secret plan into action to save others. Her faithful maid, Maggie, works feverishly at her side, and together they turn the Irish Hills mansion into a mission place to save others from the impending tyranny of an evil world government. The powerful impact of people standing against evil and struggling to survive is sometimes more than Rachael can bear, yet she keeps moving forward, trusting God. Her plan will work, but only if she can outwit the power-hungry authorities. If she fails, she will lose everything, including her mansion in the Irish Hills and fourteen destitute people who have come to her for survival.

The book is in its third edition, under a new title with Ambassador International Publishers – an affiliate of Emerald House.

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I believe you will enjoy this heart-gripping story, and experience a deeper sense of God’s control and His promises for the future.

Thank you all, and God bless you.

Freedom

Yesterday, for the first time in 14 months I walked the isles of the grocery store and strolled the lanes of the Dollar Tree, wearing a mask. I felt assured that I was safe from the “virus”…that submicroscopic infectious agent that came out of China in January 2020. My husband and I are fully vaccinated and trusting that the science of these vaccines are as good as they say they are.

I felt like a happy child putting things in the grocery cart. I’ve never been out of touch for so long a time. It was like getting out of prison on Christmas day. I couldn’t get things in my cart fast enough! For one solid year, plus 2 months, I kept myself away from people because the odds were not good to go public. Being a Registered Nurse, specialized in Public Health and Human Services, I knew chances were very risky to be out unless absolutely necessary.

Currently, we are far from being safe here in Michigan. My state is the number one hot spot in the country. Michiganders are 48% vaccinated, but we have 22% yet to go before our Governor takes restrictions off. We are suffering in so many ways.

I remember only twice during the time I was hunkered down, that I shopped outdoors at Home Depot, and 4 times during last summer I ate dinner at our favorite restaurant. The rest of the time we got food from carry out windows and ate sitting in our car at the park.

Yesterday, I loved picking out my own lettuce and tomatoes, rather than having someone else pick them for me and bring them to my car. I enjoyed passing other people in the isles, noticing none of them seemed concerned about being in dangerous territory. I loved everything except my fogged-up glasses. The mask and breathing do not work well together. I finally took the glasses off!

FREEDOM!

What a wonderful thing. I can’t help but think of our Lord and the freedom He has given us through His work on Calvary. Forgiveness of sins….past, present and future. That is the greatest freedom of all. I likened my freedom stroll in those isles yesterday to the freedom of one day entering Heaven without any fear or condemnation, because my sins are covered by Christ.

Thinking about this, I remembered a conversation years ago with my wonderful Christian mother. The subject centered on our inability to be perfect, and live without sinning. I was worried about my standing with God. Was I okay? Would I be accused of something I did?

I’ll never forget what she said, so very eloquently, but firmly – “if by chance we find ourselves standing at the Judgment Seat of God, and someone – or something – condemns us, then our only plea is CHRIST, and that will settle it. Yesterday I felt physically free for the first time in months. And I also felt spiritually free in the reminder that faith in Christ Jesus gives liberty and peace.

I believe many Christians have drawn closer to the Lord during these past months. For me, I have a stronger sense of God’s omnipotent control – even in crisis situations. Even in sorrowful outcomes, His omnibenevolence (compassion and goodness) is there. His purpose is always working.

We see so many leaders using this situation for political gain and control, but God is using it spiritually for His people, and for those who are coming to Him out of fear and loneliness – many without jobs.

Thank you Lord that nothing has slipped out of Your Hands. You remain in control and are a present help in time of need.

Feel free to leave a comment about how God has used the pandemic in your life.

Now for something on the newsy side……..

I will soon be announcing a third edition to my previously published novel. It will come once my publisher has completed all the last minute criteria. I will post the book on this website blog. Following this announcement, another novel is scheduled to be released at end of this year. It will be followed by an exciting sequence. All three books are in the publisher’s hands now. The process is slow. Stay tuned, and please wing a prayer that the market for Christian books will stay open. Thank you, and I love you all!

The Sorrow of Spring

Everything was beautiful. The spring flowers were blooming, the trees had baby leaves and the promise of summer was well on its way. UNTIL the storm came yesterday and brought several inches of snow and temperatures plummeting into the 20s.

Remembering thoughts that spring is a symbol of the resurrection, I have come to love the month of April with a passion. Yesterday was a shock! I worried about the birds as I turned off my light and went to bed.

My husband told me that when he was a young boy he captured some black birds and had them in a cage with a covering over the top. The night got cold and when he awoke in the morning, the birds had died. That was a story I didn’t need to hear last night. I wondered if the birds would find shelter – maybe in those arborvitaes pictured at the edge of our patio? The robins had returned and they were building their nests and perusing our lawn for worms. I was worried. It was still snowing when I went to bed. Our furnace was running big time.

This morning as I looked across the pond to the 9th hole of the golf course I saw Michigan, once again, as the winter wonderland. The weather can change in an hour.

The sun is shining across our coral patio and the snow is melting rapidly. I saw a robin hopping merrily along. Ah, the resurrection of life! The birds have survived. The trees will most likely re-bud. I can buy flowers to supplement those that won’t bloom again. God is still in control.

Be anxious for nothing.

Less Than Ten Dollars

I believe this to be true: There are things in our lives, and responsibilities, that only you and I can do, and without our energy and talents little in our corner of the world would get done. I also believe that most of what we do for ourselves and others is as healing as the surgeon’s scalpel, or as helpful as hot asphalt dumped in a giant pot-hole.

The pessimist looks at their failed accomplishments and might ask this question: does a gnat make a ripple if it lands in the ocean? Can it be seen in its vapors? No. But this is often used as a defeatist viewpoint, or a reason for discouragement.

You and I might ask, how can anyone change a heart for good, or accomplish the dreams that lie in the crevasses of our own heart, and do it in a wild and wooly world packed with almost 8 billion people? Believe me, I ask the same questions when things are moving slow and there is no profit in sight. Still, I realize that even in constant striving there is an element of joy . . . the joy of hope and victory! Without hope and the vision of accomplishment, we wither away, looking through the darkened glass seeing nothing but mountains. But the truth is that what we actually do will last forever – even it it doesn’t move the mountain.

Think of it in another way – the beautiful Stradivari violins would never have been made without Antonio Stradivari. No other violin comes close to what this man worked hard at doing. On the same token, things that only you and I can do come under likely conditions. Only we can do them, and we are alive to do them . . . parenting, working, teaching, loving, etc., etc.

With less than ten dollars in her pocket, Gladys Aylward courageously took her energy, her talents, and her reasonable responsibilities and moved mountains for hundreds of children in China. I would venture to say that everyone reading this post has more than ten dollars in their wallet. I just checked my wallet, and yes, I have more than $10. The point is that we all have more than enough talent, energy, funds (if needed) to accomplish what God wants us to do – to change the world if that’s what He has planned for us. I get excited when I think of the possibilities —- that with Jesus, nothing is impossible. In Him we have all things.

With God, everything is possible.

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The Wind of Winter, the Calm of Spring

Alas comes March, with April on its heels. Here in Michigan, March and April can still bring snow and ice. The old saying is, “if you don’t like the weather, wait a few hours.”

I think of Percy Bysshe Shelley, the English poet who wrote: “Oh, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind.”

We’re all hoping that the Corona pandemic slides into the past and we start moving forward with our lives as they once were. For me, the year of isolation from family and friends has been shrouded in a new experience of reality — the reality that life and happiness depends upon how we manage it. I say this because in the darkest months of fear and concerns — when it seemed little mattered except surviving and staying well — I found the warmth of a cup of coffee, the simple taste of bread and butter, the comfort of my favorite chair, and the cozy bed I sleep in were the “hierarchy”. For certain, the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, or a Hell of Heaven (Poet, John Milton). The choice is ours.

Slowly my perspectives changed in the last 12 months. No longer did I consider a shopping trip and a pedicure a “must have“. Dreaming of basking in the sun on a Caribbean island was no longer a craving desire. Instead, I became mindful that the provisions I had were more than sufficient, and most of my comfortable life had been taken for granted. I moved into a new awareness.

I had a strong sense that a great deal of my life centered on frivolous things, and a good portion of it was marked by an air of assumed importance. I realized that no matter how strong a person or a nation seems, it could come to ruin in a flash.

So, with spring soon to arrive and the hope of new freedom (if the vaccine works), I want to move forward with a better grasp of what is important. I trust you will too.

With all that said, the most important thing I learned this past year is that deliverance from fear and loneliness is found in faith in Jesus Christ. He definitely meant it when He said: “Come unto Me and I will give you rest.” He came through with that promise!

Without a doubt, our sweetest songs and most glorious memories often come out of the saddest, most frightening times.

Grab TODAY, and make the best of it!

Blessings to you all.

The Sweet Buds of July

By Mary Cates ©

Shall I dare to compare the days of summer to those of the past, when I breathed without a filtering mask and stood fearlessly with strangers in Macy’s customer lines, and ate at Apple Bee’s with no thought of who was in front and behind my booth – and sat close to friends at church? Indeed, rough winds are shaking the darling buds of July, and I find a baby rabbit eating my prized peonies as though it is his last meal. This summer is much too hot and the eye of heaven shines down making my freckles pop out like popcorn exploding in the microwave. But dare I complain?

Sometimes the beautiful complexion of God dims as I watch the news each day and learn of the hatred in the hearts of so many young adults who are roaming the streets and causing mass confusion. I choke back tears at the panoramic view of major cities maimed by senseless behavior. The disgusting ruin lies bare in plain sight for the world to see, and I repeat the words on the sign in the photo: “We are better than this!”

In the face of all that troubles me, the Corona Virus drags its shadow everywhere as it steals more of the peace I once knew. I wonder if the eternal lines of time and mankind are approaching the final climax. Could this be the beginning of sorrows?

But oh, when sweet birds sing and I see the beautiful glory of twilight after the sun fades in the west, and I sink comfortably in my bed, I rest from worry, knowing there is Someone greater than all that troubles me. He is in control – and I sleep.

Awakening to the brilliance of dawn I sense the “love” that controls all things beyond the ruin I went to bed with. Earth appears in pure fullness of beauty, surrounded in a showcase of spectacular control far beyond human reason. I would be so dull to pass this by. For in my brooding moods and fearful trembling, the complexion of God shines through like a flash in my eye, reminding me that though the world is far too much for me, it remains the footstool of God, and He is in command.



So, I say to the rough winds of July – go ahead and shake the buds. And to you, my sweet baby rabbit — eat to your heart’s content. For all is well with my soul, and that is what really counts.

This is the promise of today: “God will supply all your needs according to His riches and glory – through His Son Christ Jesus.

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The Little Woman

With just ten dollars in her pocket, Gladys courageously took the challenge to embark on a long trip by train from England to Yangcheng, China.

I just finished reading the life story of Gladys Aylward…a fantastic “little” lady who gave twenty years of her life, from 1934 to 1954, to help the Chinese people live better lives, and to know the true God. If I had read only the first chapters of her long journey, twisting and turning through Germany and Russia to finally reach China, it would have been enough to fill my spirit with excitement and the courage that we human beings are capable of just about anything. I couldn’t put the book down.

I read through, reliving her joys and sorrows. I read of 100 young Christian converts standing their ground against a gang of brute atheist Communists. The young converts were lined up and forced to watch as one by one each were beheaded. They had a chance to save their lives by denouncing their faith in Jesus, but they stood strong and unmovable. I read of beautiful Chinese ladies and wonderful men, with hearts of charity, helping Gladys when she didn’t know which turn to take, or how to feed the hungry children who came to her Inn.

I closed the book thinking that I have a soft life here in America, while at the same time realizing that there is plenty to do in my own nation to help the poor and heal the divisions. Doing so might be as difficult a challenge as Gladys had, because of the many changes that have taken place in just the last five months.

This was no rinky-dink book. The story was captured in a Hollywood movie starring Ingrid Bergman – “The Inn of the Sixth Happiness” – 1958. Widely entertaining, it depicts the power of God that strengthens a person to do impossible things …..even in a poor city in China.

I know of many who are going through difficult situations. Some are ill. Some are awaiting surgery. Some have broken families. Some have lost their jobs. Some are like Gladys, hoping that someone will come and lend a hand, or just give them a word of encouragement. What is the personal challenge in our little corner of the world? Hopefully we are meeting it.

Gladys brought to China the word that God loves us all, and that His Son, Jesus brings salvation and peace. This message of love saved thousands in China and brought salvation to many in the US through her book and the movie.

Feel free to leave a comment or briefly tell your story.