Featured Author of the Month

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I am so honored to feature this months author because we are not only joined by heart, but by family. Marilyn Loy Turner is one of the most poetic voices I have ever read. Her words bring emotions from a deep place and her raw ability to describe matters of the heart will leave you sighing. Please join me as Marilyn shares a story of FAITH, HOPE, and LOVE!

Once upon a Kentucky time when winds were high and spirits were low, a grand English duke rode swiftly over the bluegrass. He was in pursuit of the perfect family to bring up his infant daughter, the child’s mother barely buried beneath the British dust. Kentucky raised she was, and no better duchess existed, and so his little daughter too must grow up here in this beloved place.

Hi. I am Marilyn Loy Turner and you have just read the first paragraph of my book: “Once Upon a Kentucky Time.” I am thrilled to be a part of Tekoa Manning’s page. Actually, she selected me as “Author of the Month” for September. I was so excited, yet so shy, it took me all of 30 days to reply. Thank you for allowing me to share some of my humble writings with you.

I wrote this for “Guide Posts” but have yet to mail it. Talk about shy! Well, anyway: here goes!

by Marilyn Loy Turner

The sadness in my mother’s eyes began at my high school graduation. They saw more than a diploma tied in blue ribbon, In mother’s mind, I was still the little girl who cured the calamities of sick dolls, bandaged the neighbor kids ‘ skinned knees, walked the floor with sick siblings, and volunteered at the local nursing home.

Dad was remembering my first crush on a little crippled boy at school.

My parents knew that I burned with aspirations to help others. Although they admitted it was natural that I become a nurse, they feared my dreams were impossible.

I hadn’t realized that while I studied health and the biological sciences, they had been studying how to survive. Dad was a disabled veteran and it was all mother could do to raise food for the family. My small frame fit so easily into the seven-occupant, four-room house, that I didn’t miss what I didn’t have.

It was Dad who voiced their fears. “We can’t afford to send you to Midway College.” I was too busy completing forms and making plans to listen. Didn’t Dad know I had scholarships and was eligible for state grants? Wasn’t he proud that I had found my own way to my summer job at the hospital? (by riding with a neighbor)

“Midway College is over 100-miles away”, Daddy said, if you could come up with the money you have no transportation.”

Dad’s words brought anxiety. My transportation had always been simple. A bus had taken me to and from school. Without fail, a church bus had driven me to church every Sunday, but no bus, no neighbor, could take me to Midway.

It wasn’t fair! I felt nursing was my calling, my destiny, my small contribution to a hurting world. Midway was the best place for me. It was a Christian all-girl school which I considered the best nursing program in Kentucky. “Please, God help me,” I prayed. “Send me a ride.”

The nervousness increased when Midway sent the final communication. When was my arrival date and time?
Would I need a single room or a suite? The latter made me laugh. What a question for a girl without in-door plumbing!

The Sunday before I was to confirm my college registration, I missed the church bus. When I saw it whisk by, I burst into tears. Mother consoled me with a suggestion that I catch another church bus which would be arriving an hour later. It was from another county and another time zone, so I could still attend church.

As I waited outside for the other bus, a sense of peace enveloped me, as thick as the fog, it hovered, an assuring unseen presence. The feeling stayed with me as I climbed abroad the bus full of youth. There were teens from everywhere. I felt surrounded by friends.

Conversation on the bus soon turned to future plans as many were new graduates. When I explained my dilemma, the clamor suddenly stopped. All eyes turned to a quiet girl in the front seat. A red-haired boy broke the silence. “You see Janet up there?” She wants to attend Midway but her parents won’t allow her to drive back and forth alone. Now it looks like you both yourselves a ride!”

Once home, I rushed into the house with the news. Mother marveled. “All these years and you never missed that bus.”

I realized God had perfect timing. Missing the bus kept me from missing my education.

The happiness in my parents’ eyes began at my college graduation. They saw more than a diploma wrapped in gold ribbon. They saw a nurse.

My Second Wonderfully Made guest blog- Selflessness


September 14, 2015

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By: Tekoa Manning

I inquired about a friend’s daughter not too long ago and the response was, “She is planning to go to such and such college and she’s going to major in __. The answer was not really about her well-being, but about her future career. We don’t hear too many young women say anymore that they want to be mothers and the ones that do are often met with a response of, “That’s all?” The stress to land a high paying job and do well on SAT’s is overwhelming today. Young children are being taught that education is their golden ticket for success. Many parents hope that their child will win a scholarship to help with the cost of their schooling. This at times only adds extra pressure to the already mounting assignments and AP classes.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about education, but I want to tell young women today that it doesn’t define you or your worth. I see young girls who have their whole lives mapped out, running to get the degree. At times they pick a field of study due to what it pays instead of following their heart and the Lord’s voice. Often, once they attain the degree, and a career actively working in their field, they become deeply depressed. They received all the accolades from family and friends for their accomplishments and they even landed the job, so why do they feel so unfulfilled? Because The Lord Adonai doesn’t measure us by our successes. 1st Samuel 16:7 says, “The LORD doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” NLT.

When your titles are stripped away what is left?

I want to share with you a story about a woman who did nothing to enrich her own life. Actually, she put herself last in order to help someone else and by doing so God gave her the desires of her heart. This woman’s name was Ruth. After her mother-n-law, Naomi, lost her husband and her two sons, she was very bitter and downhearted. Naomi had been living in a foreign land called Moab, but now she was headed back to the land of Judah and to her people. Both of her daughter-n-laws wanted to come with her; one was named Orpah and the other Ruth.

Naomi continues to tell them to turn back. She informs them that she cannot give birth to more sons for them and even if she could, would they wait for them to become old enough to marry?

Orpah kisses Naomi and tells her goodbye but Ruth clutched her tightly. “Look,” Naomi said to her, “your sister-in-law has gone back to her people and to her gods. You should do the same.”

But Ruth replied, “Don’t ask me to leave you and turn back. Wherever you go, I will go; wherever you live, I will live. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God. Wherever you die, I will die, and there I will be buried.” Ruth 1:15-16 NLT.

Ruth arrived in Bethlehem and she went right to work to feed her mother-n-law. The poor people in those days would pick up scraps in the fields behind the hired workers. She didn’t have to make such a selfless sacrifice, but she did. Ruth gets noticed by one of the wealthiest landowners in the region named Boaz. What made her outshine all the other women? Boaz approach Ruth and gave her honor and the entitlements of his hired workers. Ruth said, “What have I done to deserve such kindness?” “I am only a foreigner.” “Yes, I know,” Boaz replied. “But I also know about everything you have done for your mother-in-law since the death of your husband. I have heard how you left your father and mother and your own land to live here among complete strangers.”

Ultimately she becomes his bride and all the land and servants belong to her as well. God opens her barren womb and gives her a son named Obed. He was the great grandfather of King David.

Look around today and see who God has placed in your life that needs a Ruth. This woman only had hands to give and feet to follow. Her attention was not on her own needs but the needs of others. Her field of study landed her in the field of her redeemer, Boaz. A broken woman named Naomi who had lost her husband and her sons gets a happy ending.

“The women said to Naomi: “Praise be to the Lord, who this day has not left you without a guardian-redeemer… May he become famous throughout Israel! For your daughter-in-law, who loves you and who is better to you than seven sons, has given him birth.” Ruth 4:14-15 NIV.

How can you give to and love others this week?


Photo Cred: Chelsea Steller

about-the-authorTekoa Manning is the author of two fiction works, Polishing Jade & Walter the Homeless Man. After a neurological illness left her disabled and eventually homeless, Tekoa began to channel her creativity into writing and devouring the Word of Yahweh. She is the wife of a retired police chief and the mother of three sons. Tekoa and her husband reside in a small town in KY. The pen name Tekoa means Trumpet, the instrument that unites people at a sudden impulse.

You can find out more about Tekoa and her writing endeavors at tekoamanning.com

Walter the Homeless Man


“Um, it’s a cat dad, can I keep it?”  Benjamin’s voice was trembling, and so were his fingers as he reached for a bowl and began pouring some milk in it. Ben could smell the liquor on his father’s breath as he continued to provoke him. “You think I got money to spare so you can waste milk on some damn cat?”  “You think money just grows on trees, is that it? Huh, huh, he slapped his head hard with an open hand. Well why don’t you go pick some milk money off one of them there trees,” he said, sarcastically. Ben’s heart sank and fear had replaced excitement. Why had he thought any different? Was it because sometimes his father surprised him? Yes, sometimes he could confuse Benjamin with his actions and antics. There were those hopeful words his father could use, and he could still hear them.

“Benjamin wants a cat aye; well let’s have a look at the little fellow.” He picked it up and began stroking its fur; the cat had even begun to purr. “Nice kitty, you’re a nice, nice kitty aren’t you?” Benjamin had felt a twinge of hope and then his father had walked to the sink in front of the window, all the while stroking it and speaking friendly hopeful words. “What a good pleasant girl,” he said, as the cat rubbed her head along his arm purring. He kept stroking it and talking to it. Then the evil voice that Benjamin was too familiar with took over, “Benny wanna kitty?” “Ahh does little Benny wanta kitty?” “Stop it!” cried Ben, but it was no use, and then his father held the cats head under the sink full of dirty dish water. He held it hard struggling with it, until his father’s arms were clawed and bleeding from the fight the cat had put up. He remembered his father throwing it against the wall and Ben guessed what people say about cats was true, they do have nine lives or at least this one sure did. That was the last time Benjamin had asked for a pet of any kind.

Photo by boredpanda.com

Contest Winner

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We would like to thank those who purchased two books to enter the drawing to win a Print by Tekoa.  We have thoroughly enjoyed meeting each and every one of you and our hope is that these books are a blessing. 


This morning we have drawn a name and we would like to announce the winner of the painting titled “The Green Lady”.


Congratulations Marilyn Turner!


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Adair County Public Library’s Book Signing

I was so blessed by the Adair County Public Library and my marketer, Paige Nickel, on Tuesday! After meeting with the director, Lee Ann Jessee, she agreed to offer Walter the Homeless Man and Polishing Jade as reading material on their shelves. Each librarian present made me feel warm and special. I want to thank Ernestine, Anita, Aleina, and Jewel for staying late and providing snacks and beverages for the people who came and also for purchasing copies of my books. What a blessing these ladies were. I also would like to thank my cousins and family members for coming out to support me.

Two very special young ladies also made the book signing memorable and I was honored to get to know them better. The evening was very surreal for me. When I started writing stories in a spiral notebook at the age of thirty, I never dreamed that one day they would be published and available to the public.

I can remember sitting in my brother’s house, a landing spot for me and my children after a divorce and wondering where we would eventually call home. I also began to ponder what I would do if I had no family and was literally homeless. And that is how I conjured up this character Walter in my mind. What if he were able to seek shelter in a person’s home when they were at work? What if he could be supplied with food, water and shelter from the elements unknowingly? But what if he eventually changed their lives and also the lives of a whole host of characters intertwined to the homeowner? Walter and his homing pigeon indeed find their compasses back home, but what a journey they invoke upon.

A young lady in 2nd grade wanted to video me speaking Tuesday night at the library. She held my husband’s phone up and recorded my speech. What a little darling she was. Later I watched myself speak with trembling words as I attempted to read an excerpt from Walter a little too fast.  I was aware after viewing the tape that I need to prepare better for these types of events! Ha! But I was also aware that a high school dropout like myself, with only an associate’s degree to show for, had come full circle. Yes, my tattered past, homelessness and sickness was now being used for His glory. I stand in awe of the grace and gift of My Creator.

My husband and I felt led to pray for two special women present and as my husband began to pray I glanced up at the Librarians and the people present and noticed that they too had their heads bowed. Amazing!

We are looking forward to our next events on Friday, September 11th on Market Off Main, Campbellsville, KY and Saturday, 12th at The Fall Heritage Festival at the Home Place_ Green River, Columbia KY.

Hope to see you there!



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The Screech of the Door Challenged the Silence

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“It won’t be long until dark, Jade, so I ‘spect we should finish up our lemonade and get you goin’ on down the hill.”

“Yes, ma’am, Miss Ellen.  Thank you for the lemonade and for being my friend.”  I smiled at her and looked down at the kitchen floor.  I noticed the checkered pattern and the way my shoes fit into the blocks just right.  My bottom felt glued to her chair at the mention of ‘get goin down the hill’.  I desperately wanted to walk down her hallway to her guest room and sleep one night without fear.

She clapped her hands together, waking me out of my daydream and gave me another big hug, squeezing me real good.  It felt so nice to be wrapped in those loving arms.  Really nice.  I stepped down the porch steps and gazed in the direction of my house.  My heart felt like the sun, sinking in the background.  A flushed, golden haze covered the sky line and the lightning bugs began to sparkle.  I still had a picture of my mama’s bruised face in my mind, so I listened intently for any commotion as I stepped into the yard.  All seemed quiet at the Gentry house, I held my breath as my feet slid across the hardwood and gently turned the doorknob to my room.  The screech of the door challenged the silence and I stood still and waited to see if the silence would speak.  My heart chimed with the clock in the living room as I quietly released the door knob and clicked the lock.  I hesitated, but no one stirred, perhaps the demons had grown sleepy.  I had learned to be painfully quiet in order to not rouse them from their slumber.  Rousing them could be most fearful.

Photo by Vintage Antique Door Red Fine