I'm honored to host my aunt Beverly Turner whose debut memoir, FALLEN BEAUTY QUEEN, MERCIFUL GOD, just released. This is a book that offers needed strength for those who feel hopeless and trapped in sin.
Fallen Beauty Queen, Merciful
the secrets of the past, the struggles to stay married, and the changes in the
hearts and lives of the whole family.
people feel they have gone too far to be forgiven. This story of redemption
reveals the depths of Jesus’ unending love and His pursuit of one who wandered
Review from an Amazon Customer: Wow! What a powerful life-changing story. Two brave souls willing to tell about their most intimate struggles. It’s truly a miracle that they did not end in divorce. Only God could heal their broken lives and restore the whole family. If you’ve ever been molested, experienced tragedy, feeling alone, unloved, rocky marriage, money troubles, family secrets, or struggle with breaking free from giving into temptation and addictions, this book is for you! No matter what you are going through, Fallen Beauty Queen, Merciful God will give you insight in turning lives around. If you feel you have sinned too much to be forgiven, there is always hope. With God, nothing is impossible!
was born in California three years after World War II ended. Economy was
booming and people were influenced by greater opportunity for higher paying
jobs, new homes, vacations and entertainment. Singers and movies stars lured
Americans into a fantasy world.
and pampered by family, Beverly often received praise for her beauty, even by
strangers which eventually led to a distorted need for approval, acceptance,
and a hunger for love that the world cannot give. Saved as a child, molested, and
later raped, she came into marriage a broken woman hiding those secrets deep
inside. Seven years of rocky marriage and three children later, she entered and
won a beauty pageant for the world’s largest flying association, known as the Experimental
Aircraft Association and fell hopelessly into sin. The fame tantalized every
pore of her being, filling her with pride. Deception became her way of life,
and hopelessness flooded her soul, leaving her to believe she had sin too great
to be forgiven. The Lord knew the cry of her heart and what it would take to
set her free. In Beverly’s deepest valley came God’s beautiful story of
redemption. Not only did her life and marriage change, but that of her entire
family, each serving in ministry today.
has been married forty-eight years, is the mother of four, grandmother of seven,
and great-grandmother of one. She owned and operated a sign shop for
twenty-eight years and retired in 2011. She is treasurer of the non-profit
organization - Uzima Outreach and serves on their board. Her hobby is acrylic painting.
She has a passion to encourage women to love God with all their heart, soul,
had two stories printed in the Good News
Northwest, an article in The
Spokesman-Review, and a short story in Guidepost’s
Angles on Earth.
Please leave a comment below after the interview, and you'll be entered to win a free signed copy of FALLEN BEAUTY QUEEN, MERCIFUL GOD. This giveaway only applies to those within the United States.
What motivated you to write this book?
After sharing my story with a ladies group, several of the women made the
comment, “You need to write a book. It would help so many people.”
What do you want people to take away from your story?
How has writing this book changed your life?
Healing for me and closer relationships with others.
You talk about ‘keeping secrets.’ How did this
impact your life?
It put a wall between me and others.
Which is harder, keeping shameful secrets or bringing them
out into the light? Why?
Keeping the secrets, because walking in truth has set me free.
Can you describe what it felt like when you hit the
Desperate and hopeless.
You state that Jesus called you back to Him in a very
vivid manner. If someone is at the bottom, should they expect a similar
Yes, He did. He will always be willing to receive us when we call on Him, but He
uses different ways to reveal His calling on our hearts.
Do you think that it can just be too late for some
people? If there is hope, what should a person do?
I felt that way for a long time, but I believed a lie from the pit. Hope is
found in Jesus.
Describe what it felt like
when you knew Jesus had forgiven you.
Like the weight of the world was taken
off my shoulders. I felt joy and peace.
What has been the impact of
making public your story? In your marriage, your family, your church and
amongst your friends?
Healing in my marriage, the family has become very close, and our church and
friends we have been able to minister to hurting people.
What advice would you give
families who have daughters affected by the kind of trauma you experienced?
Most kids keep the secret when abused, and it is very hard to have them break
their silence. They need to know, no matter what, you will always love them, and
find godly counsel.
You describe how wonderful it
is that all of your children and their children are serving the Lord. Can
you explain how that is possible after all your family went through?
The mercy of God,.
Answer this one summary
sentence: Today what do you think of Jesus?
He is my Redeemer,
Savior, Counselor, Teacher, my Friend, Healer, Provider, Deliverer, my Song in
the Night, He is Faithful and Kind, a Lamp unto my feet, my Strong Tower, The
Way, The Truth and Life, my Shepherd, Promise Giver and Keeper, the Lover of my
Soul, and He even engraved my name into His hand.
Thank you, Aunt Bev, for joining us today. It was a pleasure to have you on my blog.
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Hellllooooooooo! Is anyone there? If you are, as you know, I'm hardly ever on my blog these days. Ever since I got better, I started homeschooling, and it's hard to find the time and the energy to keep up with anything, let alone my blog. But you know what? I miss sharing my thoughts. I miss hearing from my readers. I miss just rambling on my blog like I used to do so often. It happens a lot that I go to bed and think of some "amazing" thing ("yeah, right!") to share on my blog, but I'm just too tired to do it. In the beginning, I rambled on my blog A LOT. I did it to gain readers for my books (after all, that's what the publishers said to do), but once I got started, the more I enjoyed it and had something to say. Then cancer hit. Ever since getting better, I've been feeling overwhelmed with life. I can't do enough! And I wonder how anything got done when I was so sick. Which brings on the following thoughts. As many of you know, I beat my cancer with a vitamin. Plain and simple. Vitamin B17. I was so blown away with the simplicity of it, I had to share the news with one and all! And I did! I started a blog about it, made some YouTube videos about it, and told as many people as I could. In fact, I thought I was finally living up to my name. The name "Sandi" means "Helper and Defender of Mankind." Despite all these highs and hopes for saving lives, I'm feeling rather down ... discouraged. Why am I discouraged? Because Vitamin B17 isn't healing EVERYONE. Even when they do all the "right things." Why is that, Lord? Why? I've been asking Him that a lot lately. Then it occurred to me. God has all our days numbered. Job 14:5 "A person's days are determined; You have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed." This made me realize . . . yes, God used B17 to heal me, but really and foremost, it was GOD who healed me. I mean, I KNEW this already, but did I really know it was ALL Him? He wasn't ready for me to come home yet. I did ask Him to promise me something if He did take me away from here. I made Him promise me that He'd find someone who would love my kids as much as I do and get them to heaven in the end. Well, He let me live, so I got my answer. I was the best one for my kids, even when I thought I wasn't. But that's another subject. Allow me to repeat something important here: GOD let me live. Sure, He may have used B17 to do it, but when it comes down to it, HE saved my life! He gave me more time on this planet, just like He did for Hezekiah (Isaiah 38:5 and 2 Kings 20:6). He gave him 15 more years to live (and then Hezekiah blew it; I can't tell you how much I pray I don't end up like him in the end). Anyway, I just can't help but give God the glory He DESERVES, and I fear I haven't done enough of that. I had two different individuals (when I first got better) say I was giving this vitamin more glory than I was God for my survival. The fact that TWO DIFFERENT people approached me with this should have made me realize that I wasn't giving God enough of the glory. Don't get me wrong, I always believed HE saved me, but I also put too much faith in this vitamin that's not working for everyone. Plain and simple. I should be spreading the gospel of salvation the way I've been spreading the "gospel" of vitamin B17!! Wouldn't that be a much better calling? To get excited about God's ETERNAL salvation for mankind? God, I love You. Please forgive me for not giving You the total glory. Help me to be pleasing to You. Help me to calm down and rest in You. In Jesus' Name. Amen. I love You, Lord!
If you’re looking for
justice, I’m afraid it’s not going to happen on this planet. It will come on
the Day of Judgment. Ask God to take care of your enemies, and pray for them,
that they will change. Because if they don’t, they will have to face the
Heavenly Father who rules ALL. “’Vengeance is MINE, I will repay!’ says the
Lord,” Romans 12:19. Trust in the heavenly Father to do that.
We ALL belong to the Father
of Lights who created both the black and white people, and all those shades
in-between. He is our Father, and He loves us so much that He gave up His only
Son to die for us (would you give up your child for anyone? I certainly
wouldn’t). We are ALL sinners and need to repent and die with Christ through
baptism (Romans 6).
Because we ALL come from the
same Father (Creator), that makes everyone of us brothers and sisters, no
matter what color we are.
So we need to LOVE each
1 John 4:20 “If
someone says, ‘I love God,’ and hates his brother, he is a liar; for the one
who does not love his brother whom he has seen, cannot love God whom he has not
God is LOVE! 1 John 4:16, “And so we know and rely on the
love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God
God also tells us in His Word
that the only person you can change is yourself. That’s what’s going to make
this world better. “Let the filthy be filthy,” He says in Revelation 22:11,
along with “and let the righteous continue to practice righteousness and the
holy to continue to be holy.”
When it comes down to it,
“you” are the only person you can change. Trust God to do the rest.
sister, Charis Joy Jackson, asked me to join her in a “Blog Tag” game! So . . .
she just tagged me, and now I’ll tag a friend. But in the meantime, these are
the questions I’m supposed to answer.
So . . . here
WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON AT THE MOMENT?
I’m actually excited to share! I’ve been working
on the sequel to OUT OF THE ASHES from my Chicago Fire Series titled INTO THE FIRE. It's a story of Nathaniel's brother, MICHAEL. He's a brooding, hot-tempered character who falls head-over-heals in love with the feisty, God-loving heroine, NICOLETTE.
a sneak peek? Here’s the opening to Chapter One:
Nothing would stop her. Not the
midnight sky that suffocated her with its weight of death. And certainly not
“I’m not alone,” Nicolette whispered between
the hay and manure as she crept into the dark stall, the words choking her as
tears streamed down her hot cheeks. “Right, Lord? You’re with me?” She secured
the bit into the horse’s mouth, and her fingers trembled on the reins as she
mounted, the emptiness of her life crushing against every strained breath. “I’m
not alone.” Perhaps the more she said the words, the more she’d feel them?
Ducking, she kicked the horse into a
gallop and charged through the opening and into the dark, empty Chicago street,
its shadows engulfing her. “Go before me, Lord,” she said as the hooves beneath
her clattered against the cobblestones leaving her father’s elite townhome
behind. “Why did he have to go? Why did You take him from me?” She sobbed as
the wind ripped back her cloak, revealing the red party dress to any onlookers.
Thank the Lord no one was out to witness her escape.
Why would her stepmother force her to
go to a party when her father was so weak? How could she be so unfeeling? Callous?
The pounding of Nicolette’s heart reverberated against her father’s heavy ring
as it rested against her chest. Just moments ago it had been on his finger, but
in desperation to hold on to some part of him, she wrenched it off.
Flying down the street, she ran away
from the truth, the truth that chased her heels, mocking her with the horrifying
reality. Her father, her protector, her confidant … was dead.
Knuckles bleeding and swollen from the last fight, Michael Ward
strode up the dark street. What a great match. A bundle of cash from his
winnings bulged in his pocket. He breathed in the night air, filling his lungs.
A full moon lit his path along the road that led to the Goldman suburbs. They
were nice homes, and it sure beat living in the slums in a dingy shanty closer
to town … or in the streets.
He’d been off the streets for quite a
while now, but the streets weren’t off him. Not yet, anyway. With the city behind
him, he stepped into the shadows, learning from a youth to stay hidden,
In the distance, sounds of a galloping horse
echoed through the night air. He glanced over his shoulder. A silhouette
charged from the direction of the city.
The rider, low in the saddle, urged the
horse on. It came toward Michael at a reckless pace, and as it flew by him, he
caught sight of a woman, a cloak lifting like wings off a red gown. The scent
of rose wafted in her wake, and Michael’s feet suddenly shot roots into the
She yanked on the reins and rounded a
corner, a corner that was usually rife with drunkards near the saloon. It
didn’t take long. A scream rent the air, and Michael sprinted toward the
commotion. The woman, reining in her horse, tried to get around several
hoodlums. They jeered and catcalled. One grabbed the horse’s reins, yanking the
animal toward him. The horse kicked one of the men and he went rolling in the dirt.
The mount yanked then bucked, tossing the woman into the street, a mass of
black hair, cloak and red fabric landing in a pile on the road.
Michael charged toward the thug nearest
him and cracked him in the jaw with his bandaged fist. He hit so hard, his
knuckles hit bone, despite his padded fingers.
“It’s the Arab!” one of them shouted .
HOW DOES YOUR WORK DIFFER FROM OTHERS IN YOUR GENRE?
is a series of light historical romance novels, all with a Christian worldview.
My other novels are predominately historical with a small romantic element, of
course, they are also Christian based.
WHY DO YOU WRITE OR CREATE WHAT YOU DO?
love helping others overcome, and I love putting a smile on the faces of my
readers. I’m a storyteller, and I love to entertain. So, if I’m going to
entertain, I’d love to do that while revealing bits and pieces of my God and
Savior and who He is, and showing readers how they can overcome difficulties in
HOW DOES YOUR WRITING/CREATIVE PROCESS
I used to be
able to write in chaos. But ever since my battle with cancer, I have a hard
time focusing if my kids are around. I’m not wiling to miss any of the precious
moments, no matter how minor, so my writing doesn’t get done very easily around
my children. So, if I want to get any writing done, it has to be done in the
evening after everyone goes to bed (and usually by then, I’m too tired), or I
designate a day to go to the library, a coffee shop, or a bookstore. Usually
I’ll take care of my kids first, and when I can see there’s a moment to get some
writing done, I write. But I’m very easily distracted if my kids are around.
It’s been quite a juggling act, and one thing that helped me to get my last
book, OUT OF THE ASHES, written was that I was invited to a writing retreat
that gave me the jumpstart I needed. I can only hope that’ll happen again this
Okay, so now I’m
supposed to TAG someone else... it's my friend and fellow writer: KELLI HUGHETT! TAG, you're it!!!