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Eccl:3 v.1 To everything there is a season: and a time to every purpose in heaven….NASV

Write to the Point with Josephine Walker May 14, 2014

 — Melissa Finnegan

Today we get write to the point with Josephine Walker. Her interview is very inspiring. I know you will be encouraged as you read through.

Tell us about yourself, family, where are you from, how long have you been writing?

I’ve been a widow for 2 1/2 years, have three grown children with eleven grandchildren. Originally from Oregon, my husband and I moved to Cody, Wyoming, in 2009. My writing didn’t begin until 2009, and it was only after I had asked the Lord what I would be doing when I got old. At the time, a Realtor in Portland, I said I didn’t want to be selling houses when I was eighty-five.

I thought I must have some kind of talent, but didn’t know what. One evening after finishing a poorly written mystery I said out loud, “I could have written something that good.” Out of my mouth, into my ears, the seed planted itself deep in my heart. The rest is history. Although the desire to write was never on the radar of my life, the seed germinated and I began to toy with the possibility.  Since I loved mysteries, it seemed a natural genre. Of course I had no idea what makes a mystery.

My original manuscript “HOPE” a suspense is how I learned to write. I knew absolutely nothing about writing a book. Writing a 100,000 word suspense and then going through the critiquing process in the ACFW critique loop prepared me for the day, three months after my husband’s passing, for a phone call. The oldest son of the subject of “Willing to Die”, asked me if I would help his dad write his book. The rest is history and all God’s idea. I had to quit my job in order to do it. Over a period of ten months I lived with the Munteans for five and did over 100 interviews.

How did you come to know Jesus as your Savior?

I was raised in a liturgical church and always believed in Jesus and loved Him. It wasn’t until I was twenty-eight years old that some friends shared Jesus in a way no one ever had. For me it was as though He walked into the room just for me. My life has never been the same. He is my life.


Tell us about your latest book(s). What do want your readers to take away after the last page?

Willing to Die is a true story. A story of faith and courage and a desire for freedom. It is a sobering book, a powerful story of God in a communist country. The interview at the end has a strong warning to Americans and Christians. Willing to Die shows how God can use one person in a country of millions to bring hope and make a difference.

My fiction, “HOPE” which is currently in the publishing process, shows that there is hope for all. That God can be trusted to bring one through the most painful of tragedies and indeed the heart can love again.

How often do you blog and what do you cover in your blog?

I don’t have a blog. But I tweet. About books, about Jesus and about politics.

Can you share with us a favorite book you have read?

There are so many, of course the most current, Heaven is for Real. Another encouraging book, Psalm 91, the Military edition. Wonderful stories of God’s protection. Dekker, and  Peritti, are a couple of my favorite authors. How can “The Shack” be left off the list.

Can you share with us a Genesis 5020 in your life?

I made certain to double check what the scripture said. Some might say my husband’s death was a cruel unexpected event. Everything indicated he would totally recover from his third stroke. The prayer support was amazing, doctors were confident of a full recovery but God took him home to glory. Had that not happened, the book “Willing to Die, the John Muntean story”, could never have been written. My being a widow allowed God to use me to answer His call. Every aspect of the writing of it was directed by the Lord. He prepared me for this journey. Going from one Monday with no publisher, no editor to sharpen, and no book proposal to the following Monday, an edited book proposal and an edited Prologue and three chapters, sitting in a publisher’s email and he reads it and says that afternoon he wants it, is a miracle. I take no credit. All along I cried out, “God, I didn’t ask for this gig. If you don’t do it in me, I can’t do it.” I give Him all the glory.

After forty-nine years of marriage a new season began in my life. Never could I have dreamed I would be a published author, with another book going through the process. The only two I have written. God is good and can be trusted.

I am currently working with a friend on two children’s books to be published on Amazon, and printed by Amazon. Simple children’s books that show what Jesus is like.

Do you have a life and/or a ministry verse?

The whole of Psalm 139 ministers to me over and over but this year it is Prov. 3 v5-6 “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, do not lean unto your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths/steps.”  I have to walk in this everyday.

Where can we find you on the web?

josephinewalker.com

twitter: @AuthorJosephine

FB: https://www.facebook.com/jo.walker.9809

Is there anything I didn’t ask that you would like to add?

One thing I didn’t mention is I do speaking engagements. In the churches I use the book to make the point that no matter how old you are, when your heart is sold out to God, you are never too old to be used by Him to further His Kingdom. That as the salt of the earth our work is never done. We simply have new seasons. My season as wife of 49 years ended and a new one began by God setting me on this journey of writing. I have no idea, nor how many books are in my future. It is God’s gig, not mind. :)

 

The Lord told me I am not “cookie cutter” .. I walk this path alone with Him leading me. He has proved that over and over again. I know very little about the world of writing and publishing, but obviously far more than in the beginning. Everything I write must bring God glory or I won’t do it.

Thank you so much for sharing with my readers. I pray God will continue to guide and direct your writing journey and many lives will be touched by the words God gives you.

 


It Stands Alone

 

It stands alone, thirty feet tall, beautifully sculptured, not by human hand, but by nature; perfectly shaped, the Spruce stands straight, a lonely sentinel in my backyard. Yesterday it soaked up the warm rays of the sun. Today is quite different. The cold front has moved in and the wind acts as though it wants to rip the tree up by its roots.

 Last year at this time, it shared the yard with two forty-five foot tall cottonwoods. Leaves raced to see which could turn varying shades from yellows, to golds, and then onto varying shades of orange and brown before carpeting the bright green grass. Most warm or even hot afternoons, the Spruce and cottonwoods weren’t alone. They shared the yard with the man and his dog. The dog, an auburn and white Brittany Spaniel would race around the yard with a little blue stuffed man in his mouth, and then run over to nudge the man’s arm, begging to play. Most times the man accommodated—but not always. He would sit in his padded lawn chair, reading, praying or enjoying the beauty of Rattlesnake and Cedar mountains. More often than not, he would fall asleep.  

If he wasn’t in the house when I woke from my day sleeping, I knew where to look. We had our routine.

Today the Spruce stands alone. The cottonwoods damaged by an airborne disease were cut down in August.  The glass patio table is shoved against the storage shed and the padded lawn chair is put away. Life and season happened to us last December.

The man no longer sits, enjoying the beauty of changing seasons or cursing the swarms of moths and little gnats flying around his head. He no longer see’s the first snow that turns the brown to white. Now he walks the streets of gold, and listens to heavens choirs sing praises.

The Brittany has a new playmate. Me. The yard doesn’t get mowed quite as often. I still haven’t learned how to work the weed eater, but I do know how to set the underground sprinkle system.

Today, this wild crazy stormy fall day, I look out my back patio door and see an empty yard, except for one beautiful, perfectly shaped Spruce which would make the prefect Christmas tree—that is if I could just get lights on it.

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