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All my written work, books, stories, and poems.

The Book Has been Published!

Hello My friends and Family,

I am so excited to tell you “A New Song” Has finally Been published!!!

I am not sure where to start. When I was asked to contribute to this book, I became excited at the opportunity to share my story, God’s story!   But as I actually sat down to write it, I became afraid, that I would not be able to convey the message properly and that I could disappoint those who may be expecting me to write a masterpiece. I am presently struggling with some books that I also am writing.  I am sure God is using this opportunity as a push. He is telling me to just do it, while using this opportunity to boost my confidence too. I know God wants me to share this story in any way that I can. He is opening new doors daily, not just for me but for you as well. We just need to walk through them – even if at times we have to crawl through.  Whatever it takes for us to move forward, keep growing, and to help others do the same.

Any ways!   Here is a note from the main editor, with the book Poster below.

Hi Everyone,

I just heard from our printer about the book’s final price for 192 pages with contributions from 53 authors, 17 photographers/artists, and a beautiful color cover with semi-exposed Wire-0 binding that allows the book to open flat.

If we order 500– the cost will be $15/book
If we order 1,000 — the cost will be $13/book

So far, I have received orders for 237.  Please let me know how many you plan to order so that I can get the best price.

Thank you,

Diane Kulkarni

A New Song Poster

I’m  so happy that is is finally here!!  There are so many awesome stories besiides mine in this book. It is a great Testament of God’s work!!! Please  check it out for yourself!  Email Diane or call her and place your order. I don’t thing it is selling online anywhere.. 😦

I can’t wait to share my story with you all!!   I love you, and God Loves you too!!

 

~Amy Jane

“The White Daisies”

“The White Daisies”

A fictional short story

By: Amy Jane Sandberg

It was long week the week her dad died. She felt like a zombie. The day after the funeral she found a bunch of fresh cut white daisies on her door step. As a child she had loved the flower and it brought back many pleasant memories from her past. It lifted her mood, though she had no idea who had left these flowers there. Over the next few months she would find a fresh bunch once a week.

After a year the pain was not as deep, nor gone. However she was now engaged to a man who was new to the town and it felt like life was getting better for her. He was a simple man, smart, not very rich, and very kind.

On their wedding day he wore a single daisy on his tux. She was appalled that the wedding planner had let him do so. She tried to force him to wear a white rose from her bouquet, but he refused. She gave in since it was seemed to be a trivial battle and she loved him too much to start their marriage off with a fight.

They had a good marriage, yet every birthday, Christmas, and major holiday the only flowers he would buy her were plain white daisies. No matter how much she complained or bagged it made no difference. Didn’t he care what she though, wasn’t she worth more than that?!  When they were newly married she thought I was cute, and that was all he could afford. But now she knew he could do much better than those darned daisies! It was beginning to drive a wedge between them in her heart, and she resented, even hated those flowers. She began to not care when she received them anymore. She told him to stop wasting his time if he wasn’t going to send her what she wanted then he should not waste his money. They no longer brought her joy but frustrations’ and anger.

After it seemed countless years of marriage and their children were gown with children of their own her beloved husband grew very ill. The doctors warned her he would most likely not make it through the night. She loved him so but the only thing she could think about was those darned daisies. She wanted to ask him why he tormented her so with them, was it his way of keeping some control in the relationship, did he do it to make her mad on purpose? She needed to know once and for all why? She got up the courage to ask him just before the nurse would come to send her home for the night.

His answer was this. “I remember the first time I saw you at your father’s funeral. I happened to be there visiting my grandfather’s grave, you looked so sad and yet you kept up a strong front for your mother and others that were there. I fell in love with you that day.  I didn’t know what to do or how to approach you so I did some research and found some white daisies to leave on your door step. I chose that flower because it reminded me of you. I liked what the flower meant. ‘Pure, along with a true love’ depending where you looked.  Yet I also liked that it reminded me of you. It is a small, simple, strong, beautiful, and yet joyful. I wanted them to encourage you, and prayed they would bring you joy.   And it seemed to work. I kept it up even after I got the courage to ask you to dinner for the first time.   I thought about what you said when you complained about them, and almost did as you asked. However I couldn’t It was as if was cheating on you when looked at other flowers. I hoped and prayed you would ask me why them, but you didn’t. You just complained.   I almost stopped giving them to you, however I knew if you ever did ask me why and I told you; you may have questioned or even doubted my love for it. I have never stopped loving you! You are my Gift from God, my white Daisy!”

Utterly moved she was left speechless… She had been so vain, selfish, and petty about the whole matter. Sahe was overwhelmed with remorse towards all her previous thoughts about the white daisies. And how had she forgotten about how they had once made the world of a difference in her life? Ashamed she fell to her knees and prayed. “Dear God please forgive me I sure made a mess of things, and I took my beloved husband and best friend for granted. Please give me a second chance to love on my Husband, and to truly appreciate him, help me make things right!  Please heal Him Completely!”

The next day she got a call from the hospital. Fearing the worst had happened, she slowly answered the phone. “Hello… I know it is still very early in the morning but I‘d like to tell you the good news as soon as possible. Your husband took a sudden turn around and his body is accepting the medicine now, we are not sure why. But there has been a great change in his vitals and he will be able to check out within the next forty –eight hours!!”  In shock and overwhelming joy she again fell to her knees and Praised God!  Never again did she question or doubt her husband’s small gestures but delighted in his presence because he was her Gift from God!   

 

~The End

 

This came to me in a dream around 3am this morning. This was a personal test for me. I wanted to see if I could write a quick full story, and it turned out better than I had hoped. Along with a great message that has come to mind.

How often do we take life’s gifts, God’s Gifts, any gift for granted?  Instead of appreciating what we are given, or have we may complain, or think be mad it isn’t what we wanted, or that it is not enough. Instead we need to just say Thank you! I’m not just talking about material gifts. I am talking about all gifts, including people. How many people do we take for granted?

I have trouble accepting gifts at times. I sometimes even hurt the people I love.  I am far from perfect.  But God loves us so much, enough to have sent the Ultimate Gift Jesus Christ. John 3:16 Who died on the Cross so that we could have a another chance to get it right, to be forgiven  for the things we should not do, but do every so often, like maybe tell a small lie, loose our temper unjustly, say things we shouldn’t…. We are Human. God knew what we needed; there was a lot of thought put into this gift and limitless love. We just need to decide if we want to take it.

God shows His love for us not only with Jesus, but in many things. Great parking on a rainy day, a cool breeze on a hot day, a much needed hug from a friend, a burst of energy when we feel like we can’t go on any ore, or peace in a stressful situation!   As my pastor says “Is your Receiver broken?”  I know mine was fixed recently…  My Giver is working well too. If receiving feels great you should try giving. It feels even better.  And you don’t have to give something material, but maybe some of your time? Who knows, it may just change a person’s life.

~Thanks for Reading and God Bless you!

~*Amy Jane

 

 


A New Song – Update

I just revived an e-mail, the book is just about finished…. WOW!!!

http://www.mscbc.org/pdf/a_new_song_preview.pdf Here is a brief preview of the book!!!

Here is the poster!!!

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SOOOO EXCITING!!!!!

~Amy Jane Sandberg

Out soon

 

The book I wrote an entry for, and have my poem in too, “A New Song” should be out very soon!!!

Hi Everyone,

I just wanted you to know that we are continuing to work on the final stages of the book and in a few days,I’ll have more concrete information to share with you.  

We appreciate your patience with the process.

Sincerely,
New Song’s editorial team

Other then that I am in the mist so many projects, I am feeling overwhelmed.

~God Bless You

Amy Jane Sandberg

A New Home ~Short Story

A New Home

Hello, my name is Amy and this is my story. It was a normal hot and humid
day in July when I first met him. I had just had a horrid fight with my younger
sister Amelia and took escape with a walk. That is when I met the mystery guy.
He approached me when he noticed I was sad and he tried to cheer me up.

At that he was very successful. With a kind smile and a sincere look
I was drawn in. He notably has the most beautiful golden brown eyes I have ever
seen. They were eyes that shadowed his every emotion.

After that day I started waking more in hopes to see him again. And luckily
I did. After that we made it a habit to meet at least once a week when I went
on my walks. He was pleasurable to be with. And his company made me feel
relaxed and happy.

Around Halloween I finally learned his name was Tony. Why had I waited so long
before finding out is beyond me? It is such a nice name and his personality suited
the name well!

Latter that week I invited him over to meet my sisters, Amanda and Amelia.
Amanda and Tony seemed to relate to each other nicely thought it took a bit
for them to connect. However Amelia and him seemed to make a connection
right away. I was very pleased at this, especially since I was quickly falling in
love with him. After a nice visit I was sad to see him go.

A few days latter I was out walking not looking to find him when and I spotted
Tony at another woman’s apartment doorstep. I was upset and saddened by this.
So the very next day I approached her and asked her about her relationship with
Tony she replied that they were just friends and that I had nothing to worry about.
I was very pleased to learn this but was unsure how true her words were. So I asked
her to kindly back off for a while to see who he liked more. She agreed but she never did..

Near Thanksgiving I started to make him dinner ever night which he seemed to
really like and it made me happy. I started seeing Tony every day as a result.
It greatly pained me to leave him when I had to visit my parents for the holiday.
But I left him with a promise that I would return.

When I returned in mid December he was no where to be seen, and I didn’t know where exactly he
lived. I was depressed and mad at myself for never searching out those details. Luckily after only a
week I saw Tony near the mail boxes. I was overjoyed by this and we walked home together. Again
I invited him over and he accepted but didn’t stay for long.

At last, just before Christmas things changed. One night Tony seemed extra pleased to
see me. It looked like he had been involved in a fight and he was very shook up and his ear was bleeding.
So once more I invited him into my apartment. And he gracelessly agreed. This time though, I refused to let
him leave.

So finally he is mine alone, and we are happy..!!! Tomorrow he has a vet appointment for some vaccination shots
and to be neutered. Poor guy…. But then He will finally be forever mine!! He now has a new home with me.
And he has greatly brightened my life and given me hope and a purpose. I hope he feels the same way about
me as I do him.

– Amy Jane 2006 –

 

 

Amy’s News..

* Lately I have been wondering what can I do to better myself, for me and the people around me. So I am walking more, eating better, going out more, writing more, and trying my best no to let the tough situations that arise get to me like I was recently. I am so glad every day is a new day with the chance for me to keep improving. And I realized yet again it is a state of mind. If you wanna do better you have to think better. You have to train your thoughts.. Sounds easy right? A lot easier said then done yes! However when you have or can find a reason to be happy. The task almost resolves its self. If your happy, it is a lot easier to change the way you are thinking, to become better. Because I found when I am happy I want to do all the things I am training my mind for.. But that is only the start.. The hard part is following through… Which means for me, wake up, get out of bed and hop to it…  I am really bad about getting out of bed in the mornings… I like to lay there and day dream all snug in bed….But hey… At least I know what my main problem is… I love my bed to much… lol….

* AS A REMINDER! I am having a small story, a quick overview, of what God has done for me, being published in a book. With a poem I wrote.. The book is called “A New Song” and should between Mid May – Late July. Please keep the book in your prayers.. My story in there is only a small taste of what the book I am writing is a bout. My book goes into a lot more details and accounts.. It is more emotional and heart touching.. But the story is the same too, just in a smaller context.. So reading both is good… Especially if you don’t wanna wait to see what God has done for me, and for my word to be back and running..

* I downloaded ywriter5 it is a program kind of like excell that is subposed to helm me keep characters, chapters, outlines of my book in order. Plus help me stay on track. I don’t have that trouble “yet” but it is a pretty  cool tool.. And completely free… I just need to figure out how to use it… lol

* Since I can’t use word I am working on the new book, via Google Doc’s (I love ya Google) and it is flowing pretty nicly.. But in the mean time I am working on outlines, re thinking plot lines, developing characters, and creating a script / story line for a comic, I hope to find some one to draw for me soon…. I started it http://anovelife.wordpress.com  (more here http://anovellife.smackjeeves.com/ )  But it didn’t start good and I wasn’t confidant in the story line I had. But now I am and it is much better.. I just need to find a good artist, willing to draw it when I get more done… I need an artist who can draw cats, dogs, trucks (insides) big breasted ladies, christian themed stories, and other goodies.. I don’t wanna give away to much… If your interested please post here. I would like it to be on a site where people could read for free or have to pay, or donations welcome…  I would work out a payment plan with you and give you half the credit…  if interested email me at coffeedreamr(@)gmail.com

*I have a busy day ahead of me. I’ll try and post more what is going on with me, but that is the main info for now…

* LAST THOUGHT BEFORE I GO I am still in between homes… God has a plan for me I know it.. I miss my cats dearly, and my family and friends still in Florida. So please keep that in your prayers.. Ask God to help me find a place to live where I can keep my cat and be close to my family..  Thanks!!

~Love ya!

~Amy Jane Sandberg

Crazy??

Hello There,

I feel FRIED. I have been though three colds and a flu in the last month… On top of a few childish emotional outbursts. I haven’t had one of those in years!!  Plus I hit a road block after writing so well all month. I had to take a few days off to clear my head. But I am feeling much better now. I watched and am watching some Koren Dram’s; sleeping better; and finally healthy.  I got the entry for the book “A New Song” Just about done. I am on the last edit, it would have been done but I just didn’t want to write. I needed a break form the internet and people the past few days. I needed to clear my mind and was playing mediator between some people. I am wiped out… But I am happy now, and I have much inspiration. I am working hard on my books now. I hope to get them done soon. At least one first draft done by the end of the year.

I miss my friends back home, my cats, and most of all my family yet to join us. But the good thing about being lonely equals more peace and quiet time to write… I have been watching a drama called “Coffee House” about a crazy Author. And it got me thinking… Most stories about authors make us out to be crazy, unreliable, strange individuals… Is that true for me too??? I don’t think so, I know for sure I am not unreliable. I am one of the most loyal people you will ever meet. But I guess 7 years and still not a book done is bad.. Though four out of eight are more then half way done. And out of the seven years I didn’t write at all for three of them…… BUT I am back on the ball and I won’t drop it again… I need to finish them for myself even if you all won’t like them when they are done…

Take care,

~Amy Jane

My Life as a Rurouni

Hello Every One,

If your not familiar with the term Rurouni, it means wanderer. It is a more romantic term then nomad. Which is what I am right now, traveling from one place to the next for weeks at a time. I don’t mind,  it is an adventure! I have with me my cloths, my Bible, the books I am writing, my laptop, and some new shoes. 🙂 I don’t need more then that, however it would be nice to have some other personal belongings, so I could at least start to feel conformable. My pastor once said Comfort can be bad, which is true when your “settled into something” you sometimes don’t want to venture out of that comfort. I see my time now as a new adventure with lots of new leaning experiences, new friends, and much inspiration… God is so good…

So far I’ve been to two homes… I just got back to my “Main Temporary” place of residence. There is no way I will live in this house permanently. The house is great but the neighborhood is not even close to good. I am happy to have a roof over my head and a wonderful family that is so willing to let me stay here while I work on getting my books done and sorting out who I want to be and where I want to go with my life. That is a never ending battle with everyone I think, until they have that “deciding moment” and even after. We are but humans and it is hard to keep on track all the time. Unless you have amazing self discipline. Something I am working on.

My whole  family is taking  Major leap of faith moving out here, and though it has been hard on them / us. I see God opening doors for us all over. Even with the stress of money and separation, God is making a way where there seems to be no way.

Back to my books, I just started unpacking, I have my  recent work hand written, and it will take days to type up all the pages I have written. But I am looking forward to getting back to them and I hope I’ll have the time stating Tuesday. One thing I will tell you I love Washington! I have only seen a little of it where I am residing is not good. However there are many beautiful places in this state! I especially love the West Coast. Oregon the other place I go to a lot is Even more Breathtaking!! Well from what I saw so far. Where my mother lives, and the drive there is wonderful! I will most likely live there in the future, near here unless I find a good man and get settled with him before I get settled near family. It is ALL IN GOD’S HANDS! And I trust him because he has shown me miracle after miracle, and has come through for me even when I could see no way.

I miss you all my dear friends, family that I left, and my Church! God Bless you all! Be safe!

~Amy Jane

A sneak peak of Miracles Still Happen Today

Here is a  sneak peak of an entry in my book “Miracles Still Happen Today” (A Rough Draft)

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It had been a busy day and an amazing week so far!  I was worried about many things and very very  far from home.  We took a tram up tow thirds of a mountain and I  was challenged by my sister to walk up the last one third  of a mountain, up to the tip top.   Where a large wooden cross stood.

We could see it from where we stood and it looked to be  very far away.  It seemed like a great idea. However,  just walking up to the trail from the tram, I was out of breath. I had been walking trails daily and one of the days there I walked at most  eight miles. Which was awesome! It was by far the most I have walked in years that I know of.  And this trail is by far less then that. I am not sure but it is about three miles at most. But the trail is hard.  And in honesty,  I was a bit sacred and excited.

I had to stop every thirty seconds it seamed ~~~ After only five minuets I was out of breath as if I had just walked those eight miles.. I  begin to panic. There was no way I could walk this trail. And definitely no way I could make it all the way to the tip top, where the cross was.

The trail  was very narrow, barley enough room for two people to walk side by side, and in some area not even that. It was also  full of big and small rocks with lots raised roots.  Most of the time the trail was  extremely close to the edge of the cliff or a ravine. The only thing separating me and the edge at times  was a small bush, or some rocks.  The trail was also very muddy, wet and slippery in many places, and the stairs  had no railings.

I collapsed on a rock on the side of the path and told my sister to go on with out me. I was out of breath and having trouble catching it.  She reluctantly walked away saying she was gonna check out the next part of the path up some stairs.  She had such a sad look on her face. I do not recall exactly why, maybe the look, or maybe the thought of her going alone.  But I got up and walked up to her at the top of the stairs.  I told her I would walk the normal path but not to the cross and we had to do it slowly. She did not argue.

You should know this trial is one large loop. From the tram around the mountain top and back to the tram. With a side trail up to the Cross. You could go either way depending on your preference. One side had lots of stairs and one had mostly natural trail. We chose to go trial up,   stairs down.  (Something else you should know I am allergic to some bees,  I am not sure what kind)

Many people passed us along the way, most on their way down… (Most of them seemed to have chosen Stairs up.  Nine  out of Ten had something encouraging to say to us. Such as:  “It is well worth it, The view is spectacular!”.  The view was a most spectacular! I will not disagree there.  Even from the bottom of the trail. It was breath taking and surreal.  I keep telling people Alaska is proof God exists! The beauty of the state is surreal and breathtaking no matter where you go. But this was one of the best views I have seen in my whole life. The only thing second to this was all the shades of the ocean colors and the scenes we saw out on the whaling ship.

We were about half way around when we came across the path to the cross. My sister told me she would regret it if she did not go on it.  I told her I would wait at the observation station that they had there at the fork.  Again she said ok  and I watched her walk away. And again  I  felt the sudden need to go with her. Even though at this point my chest burned as if on fire inside especially every time I took in a breath.  Yet, I stood up from where I was sitting and followed.

Less then a minuet latter I found myself  hunched over in tears. I could not breath, I could not see. I was loosing consciousness I knew it… I was falling to the ground,  but before I could fall,  I stopped my self with my hands and I took authority over my body  in  “Jesus Name”  and started praying in the spirit. The verse Philippians 4:13 came to mind. “I can do all things Through Christ who strengthens me.” and I could hear God say in a faint whisper. “Just take a step” I knew it was him because there was a fire inside me screaming don’t give up! Listen!  So I did the only thing I could.  I obeyed. “Take another step” He said.  I obeyed.  I was seeing spots every where but my vision was back.

I was did not tell my sister what I was going through, I am not sure she would have believed me, nor I am sure she knew I was struggling as much as I was. I repeated the verse out loud, over and over again for about five steps.  I was still hunched over as I walked but I was moving forward!

We still had a bit to go.   I was moving, but very slow saying the verse out loud and in my head over and over again with every step. I wondered what my sister was thinking about me or the people passing by. And I was unsure if my body would obey my will.  Now, I heard with every step.  “One Step At a Time” I kept my eyes on the ground  because I did not wand to see how much more we ad to go. And I obeyed God. I quoted the verse “My Strength is renewed like Eagles”  Isaiah 40:31 and Psalms 103:5 along with Philippians 4:13.

Around a corner there was a swarm of bees. I was very scared, but I put on my jacket as fast as I could,  pulled the hood on and as far over my face as I could, and I held it tightly closed, walking a bit faster now. Everything hurt inside and I felt as if I was wearing a heavy belt around my waist with  a rope attached to the center of it. And God was at the other end of the rope pulling me forward. I had no energy of my own left. I felt as if I was sleep walking now.

Before long we, I  made it to the cross!!!!! I can not explain in words the Immanence  amount of Joy and the feeling of success I had at that moment. I was was moved to tears, and if there were not people there already I would have burst out crying. Just thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes. It was such a Faith and a Physical struggle. But since there were people there I did the only thing I could. I hugged the cross closed my eyes and I praised God!  I then used the opportunity to witness to the people who were already up there. I don’t know if  what God has done for me touched them or not but I do know I planted a seed.. I believe that everything we do know knows and even when we do not obey Him, because we have free will.  He is still there trying to guide us. We have the opportunity to obey or not to. I also believe he directs people in our paths for a reason. I think those people with the encouraging words helped and I hope I helped people as well and I pray I still am and can for many-many years to come.

I know there was no way I could have made it up to the top  on my own.  God was there with me all the way up, and is always with me. And once we made it there my Energy was resorted just like the verse. I am not lying.  I felt like a rock on the way up and suddenly I was full of energy. So may say it was Adrenalin kicking in, (though if it was it should have a while before that) and If it was I am sure God was the one who did that. But It was not adrenalin like you would thing. I felt refreshed as well, like I had just started the walk. It was as if I had not just struggled up all that way.  It was as if I had just woke up full of energy. God had restored my strength like an Eagle just as the verses I was saying before. No one but God could have done that for me!  It not only did it help me learn to listen better it helped to teach me to be obedient, and on top of it all I felt extremely loved and and full of peace too… And I had that feeling for the rest of the day too. Going down was not easy and still scary with the no railing stairs but I knew and know I have God on my side.

I am not sharing this so you will go out and do something drastic to get closer to God.  I am sharing this in order – to show you – that God is always with us and willing and will help you in your time of need. All you have to do is call on him and trust him, and do as he tells you.  I had no choice not to do as he said. I was stuck up high, I could have gone down alone but I did not know my way. So I decided to trust God to give me what I needed to continue on. And he did!! And now my faith in him is stronger then ever and I am reminded  I can do anything with him at my side!!

My Letter -To My Bed!

(This is a short letter I wrote to make people smile in a forum online where people were write letters to say what they had to, to people who won’t be reading them. It is a great idea. And there are some like mine mixed in. Anyways it made so many smile I decided to share it here. It is a small example of my work and creative mind..)

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My Dearest Bed,

Your attempts to lure me to your cozy comforter, and soft pillows is at its end. Night after night I fight with you and eventually loose. Well tonight I am just going to call it quits.. I can’t avoid the dreams we share, any more then I can avoid the lust I have for you. You are after all my best friend. Though the coverings have changed, we have spent many years together. I know you envy my old bed, but you two are very different, even though my past bed was larger, you have three parts to you. Where a sleep, a pull out bed for a  someone else, and some drawers. So not only are you comfy – cozy, you are also efficient. Thus we will be together a long time and you with my children one-day.

So we must make a deal. You have to start letting me go in the mornings. You must release me earlier then you have. Ten thirty am is just not acceptable any more. And I shall  promise to retire to your caring arms,  where we can share our dreams once more. I do love you, but if you refuse to comply, I will be forced to spend my nights with the couch.

~ Sincerely Yours,
Amy Jane

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Unshakable Hope

"All of creation will be shaken and removed, so that only unshakable things will remain." (Hebrews 12:27)