Christina Rich

Inspirational Romance… Weaving a Threefold Strand

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20150609_135129Thank you to each of you who commented. I love each era mentioned within the comments, but I do have my favorites. When I started writing several years ago, I wrote a Regency, with a Scottish hero, of course. Then I wrote a Border story, with a Scottish hero. A MacGregor. So, as you can tell I love Scottish heroes!!!

I remember a friend asking me once if I’d ever write stories set in Kansas. No way, absolutely not. And guess what? In 2009 I plotted a Western/Americana story set right in my backyard.

And obviously y’all know I love ancient history. I wouldn’t write it if I didn’t.

As you can imagine it wasn’t easy for me to choose a winner, so I ended up using Anna Weaver Hurtt, your story idea has won!!!

However, the rest of you aren’t going away empty handed. If you didn’t leave me email address, please do so here or contact me at christinainspirationals @ gmail dot com with your snail mail and the name you’d like Captive on the High Seas signed to and I’ll get those out in the mail.

The rest of you, I love your ideas. However, I don’t think I’ll be able to complete six stories by July 7, especially since I have a few (self-imposed) writing deadlines to meet. Keep watching this blog, as I come up with blurbs for the various era-inspired story lines, I will post them here.

I already have several ideas running wild in my head, so who knows, maybe I’ll surprise myself and get them all done.

Again, thank you for participating. Support means everything to an author.



Captain of the High Seas CoverI can hardly believe that Captive on the High Seas will be released in a month. I’m super excited as I received a 4.5 and some fantastic words from a reviewer at Romantic Times. I’d love you all to help me celebrate.

You can check out the review here.

Do you love history? I do. I love many different eras. Have you ever had an idea pop in your head and thought, wow, that’d make an awesome story? I do all the time.

How would you like to inspire a story? Well here’s your chance. Oh, and you have an opportunity to receive a copy of Captive on the High Seas.


1. Leave me a comment, either here, or on one of my Facebook pages, telling me your favorite historical era and why.
2. One winner, maybe two… who knows maybe even five will receive a copy of Captive on the High Seas AS well as a short story inspired by their answer.
** Deadline June 5, 2015 11:59 p.m. central
** US residents only, please
** Short story will be approximately 5000 words

** Story will be completed no later than July 7, 2015 (my birthday)
** Dedication will be given to winner
** publication depends on publisher/self-publishing



Captain of Her Heart 

Sold into slavery by her jealous sisters, Ada finds herself captive on the ship of a Greek merchant. Expecting a harsh new master, she’s surprised to find the captain compassionate—and attractive. Yet she can’t fall for the man who owns her—not when she watched her enslaved mother pine after her unyielding father.

Nicolaus only wants to rescue the beautiful, mistreated woman from the auction block. He plans to free Ada, just as soon as he secures his inheritance. Which means racing the ship back to his homeland to best his brother. If he loses, all his cargo will be forfeited—including Ada. But as perilous storms reveal her courage and grace, the question becomes, can his heart stand to let her go?


Surrending the Past for A Bright Future ~ Lisa Belcastro

Please welcome Lisa Belcastro back to Threefold Strand!! Welcome, Lisa!!!!

DSC_0036_1belacastroBetrayal and loss. Pain and grief. Is there anyone alive who hasn’t experienced loss? Or Betrayal? And the pain and grief that follows? How do we go on after a husband’s affair, the death of a spouse, a friend’s backstabbing, a child’s rebellion, a pink slip at work, or a failed relationship?

If we are blessed to have faith in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, then we know that God can and does heal our hurts and sorrows if we surrender our sufferings to Him. Healing may not be instantaneous, and more often than not takes longer than we’d like, but God’s grace and compassion are available to all who call on the Lord.

Melissa Smith, the heroine in my latest novel, Shenandoah Dreams, felt the sting of betrayal when her husband cheated on her and left her for the other woman. Melissa surrendered her anguish to God, and in Him she found peace. In time, she forgave her ex-husband and released the bitterness in her heart. Through her family, friends and teaching job, Melissa experienced happiness and a good life.

Isaiah Reed lost his wife to scarlet fever. He mourned her death, and as Melissa had, Isaiah also released his pain to the Lord. He, too, treasured his family, friends and his profession that allowed him to sail at sea. If anyone had asked Isaiah, he would have said he was pleased with his life.

When a twist of fate brings Melissa and Isaiah together, they each come face to face with the pieces of hurt they have held onto. Though each would have told you that they were happy with the lives they were leading, Melissa and Isaiah both have built walls around their hearts. Melissa loves many people, but she has closed her heart to romance. Isaiah is no different, having sworn off women and marriage for twenty years.

As Melissa and Isaiah are forced to spend time together, they discover an undeniable attraction for one another. But the walls around their hearts are high and thick, and each is afraid to topple their defenses. They want more, holding their desires close as they cling to their fears.

From the earliest pages of Genesis (2:18), we see that God destined our hearts to be part of a three-part cord – man, woman, and God tied together in holy matrimony. God created Adam in His likeness and desired fellowship with him. But God saw that Adam needed a spouse, a partner, a helpmate, and so He created Eve. The best life for Adam revolved around relationship with God and relationship with Eve.

To receive God’s best for their lives, Melissa and Isaiah will have choices to make and fears to face. Will they trust that God has brought them to this place in time for a purpose and that the purpose is for their good? Will they seek God’s will for their lives? Will they surrender the remainder of their hurt, deconstruct the walls they have so carefully built, and allow God to give them a new heart?

Writing the conflict scenes in the later part of Shenandoah Dreams, allowed me to reflect on my life, and examine places in my heart where I had unresolved hurt and anger. I identified with some of Melissa’s anguish as well as Isaiah’s. As my characters prayed for healing, I asked God to cleanse and restore my heart, to make me new as only He can.

Have you felt the sting of betrayal? Has death shaken your world and left you on rocky ground? Has the end of relationship torn your heart in two? God is there, in the midst of your pain. He wants to dry your tears, heal your heart, and give you a new life. No matter how great or small your heartache, will you join me and Melissa in surrendering the past to the One who wipes away all our tears and brings joy to our futures?

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“It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream,” Melissa Smith whispers as her eyes focus on the two men standing before her. She lives in the twenty-first century. She is chaperoning her sixth-grade students on an educational sailing trip. They are not visiting Plimoth Plantation, or the Boston Tea Party Museum, or the Concord Bridge reenactment. They are sailing over the waters of the Vineyard Sound around the island of Martha’s Vineyard. So the men before her, dressed as though they’ve stepped off the set of a movie about the American Revolutionary War, cannot possibly be real. She’s dreaming. She will wake up.

But can a dream man touch her and send bolts of electricity through her veins and ignite a fire in her heart the likes of which she’s never felt before? Can a dream man serve her food that tastes divine? Can a dream lasts for weeks on end?

And if she’s not dreaming, then she’s traveled back in time, which is impossible. But here she is, in 1770, uncertain how she arrived, how she’ll get home, and if her heart could bare to be parted from Captain Isaiah Reed. Only time will tell if Melissa is given a chance at love with Isaiah or swept forward once again to her previous life.



One Day!!!

One day left until the release of The Warrior’s Vow! I’m pretty excited. Romantic Times Reviews gave it 4 Stars, which is absolutely awesome!!!

Sarah posted and awesome review on her blog Thank you, Sarah!

Today I’m taking off my writer’s hat at The Sword and Spirit and talking about Hosting God. It’s an important subject. I’m also giving away a copy of The Warrior’s Vow there.

You’ll also find various interviews this week at Inner Source, Writing Prompts and The Most Important Thing. I’ll be posting links to those throughout the week on my facebook and I’ll add them here as they go live.

I want to thank all of you for your constant support, encouragement, and prayers.



I don’t think those who know me realize how deep fear was rooted in me. There were times I feared going outside my house, feared sleeping, feared breathing. Yes, it was that bad. If I went outside I might literally step in the wrong spot and inadvertently cause harm to another person. If I slept, nightmares took over. I literally feared being taken from my bed while sleeping. If I breathed, I worried I might say the wrong thing, or breathe in the wrong air space. And I always feared rejection.

I remember the first time I entered a church as an adult. A young adult, but an adult. I think I was around twenty years old and with a two year in tow. My husband and I weren’t married at the time, but he’d gone the week before and for some reason I had stepped beyond my fear and allowed a complete stranger to pick me and my daughter up and take us to church.

No sooner had we arrived through the doors, someone escorted us to the nursery, a room away from the sanctuary. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know it was okay to say no. I didn’t know it was okay for me and my child to sit in on the adult Sunday School class. My fear of rejection took over and I felt as if we were being hidden away, that children weren’t welcome, that unmarried mothers weren’t welcome. Sure, the people were welcoming, and as I continued to attend that church I knew how loving and kind they all were, but at the time I was doing what I was told and I had no understanding of how things worked.

When we walked through the nursery doors, we were met with the sound of gut-wrenching sobs. I’ll never forget the image of that woman curled on the floor hiding behind a rocker. My heart went out to her, but I didn’t know her. I wanted to leave. The person escorting us quickly left, leaving me standing there with my daughter. My fear of not doing as I was told kept me from leaving, my fear kept me from offering this unknown woman words of comfort.  Within a few minutes our escort returned with the pastor. The look of disbelief on the pastor’s face, the outrage, crushed me. Was he mad at the woman? At the situation? At me? Most likely. Growing up, it seemed like I was always a disappointment in one way or another. It seemed like I could never measure up, was always judged and found lacking. So, it was automatic that I assumed, the pastor was angry with me, but I didn’t know why. After all I was doing as I was told.

During the sermon, my fears were confirmed. I had done something wrong. I’ll say it now, it’s so much easier for the human mind to remember words of negativity than the positive ones. The pastor stood behind the altar and told the congregation that he’d witnessed the rudest thing he’d ever seen earlier that morning.  Tears sprang to my eyes. Even when I was doing what I was told I couldn’t do it right.  Every muscle in my body flinched, ready to flee, but if I did, then every single person in that building would know I was the offender. They probably did anyway, but my fear of being seen, kept me rooted to the chair in the very back of the church.

I understand now that I should have stepped out of the room and allowed the woman her privacy, but then, my fear of breaking some sort of rule kept me from doing so.Silly, I know. But that was the trap of fear.

Over the years I’ve seen my various fears settle on my children. It took me a long time to realize they were taking on my fears. My oldest daughter could only enter the mall from one door, never the ten others, without having a panic attack. My second oldest would have panic attacks at the thought of going to the grocery store. My son gave up on trying to measure up to expectations and ended up behind bars for a time. I sort of understand, I mean why try if you’re never going to be good enough? My youngest has anxiety issues with cars. My kids are so strong in so many ways,  but the spirit of fear that led me around, and still tries, like a dog on a lead has leaked into their lives as well. Okay, maybe leaked isn’t the right word: FLOODED.

2 Timothy 1:7 says, For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. (KJV)

I’ve been a Christian for a long time, but there is constant growth. It wasn’t until a few years ago that I understood the power of praying scripture over people, especially my children. The following video brought me a sense of peace. I’m not alone. I’m not the only mother out there who suffered from fears, who allowed her fears to settle on her children.

I’m not going to lie, I have to constantly recite 2 Timothy 1:7, sometimes daily. Sometimes while I’m sitting on my bed, rocking back and forth with tears streaming down my cheeks. The more I allow Jesus to take over my life the easier it gets.

I hope this video from Lisa Bevere and Joyce Meyer blesses you.


I lift up those to You who are struggling with the spirit of fear. May the stronghold taking over their mind be broken and replenished with a sound mind, a mind focused on Heavenly things, Godly things, pure things, things of goodness and mercy. And Father, I lift of the children of all those who’ve suffered from living in fear, free them, Lord. Free them from the bondage of fear! Release the power of the Holy Spirit into their lives.

I ask all these thing by the authority given to me from Jesus Christ and through the power of the Holy Spirit.


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Powerful Stuff! Twofold!

Powerful, powerful stuff! 

The altar from which God gives us the gift of himself is not for exploitation by insiders who grab and loot. In the old system, the animals are killed and the bodies disposed of outside the camp. The blood is then brought inside to the altar as a sacrifice for sin. It’s the same with Jesus. He was crucified outside the city gates—that is where he poured out the sacrificial blood that was brought to God’s altar to cleanse his people.

So let’s go outside, where Jesus is, where the action is—not trying to be privileged insiders, but taking our share in the abuse of Jesus. This “insider world” is not our home. We have our eyes peeled for the City about to come. Let’s take our place outside with Jesus, no longer pouring out the sacrificial blood of animals but pouring out sacrificial praises from our lips to God in Jesus’ name.

Make sure you don’t take things for granted and go slack in working for the common good; share what you have with others. God takes particular pleasure in acts of worship—a different kind of “sacrifice”—that take place in kitchen and workplace and on the streets.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Hebrews 13:10-16 (MSG)

If you take a moment to read Matthew 23, you’ll see that Jesus came against hypocrisy, especially against the Pharisees. The came at people with condemnation, withholding grace, mercy and compassion, when they themselves did not keep the law.

 “Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You give a tenth of your spices—mint, dill and cumin. But you have neglected the more important matters of the law—justice, mercy and faithfulness. You should have practiced the latter, without neglecting the former. You blind guides!You strain out a gnat but swallow a camel.

Matthew 23:23-24 (NIV)

I am fortunate to know many people who live what they preach. They humble me. They inspire me to do the same. I thank God for them.


What’s funny is I did not even come over here with the intention of posting this, but this is where God led me. What I did come over here to post is this:

Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise—the fruit of lips that openly profess his name.

Hebrews 13:15 (NIV)

Give praise to the Lord, proclaim his name;make known among the nations what he has done.

Psalm 105:1 (NIV)

And whatever you do,whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

Colossians 3:17   (NIV)


But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.

Psalm 22:3 (KJV)

Be cheerful no matter what; pray all the time; thank God no matter what happens. This is the way God wants you who belong to Christ Jesus to live.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 (MSG)

give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

1 Thessalonians 5:18 (NIV)

 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

1 Thessalonians 5:18 (KJV)

Praise, praise, praise, praise, praise, praise. God inhabits our praise. Invite Him in by praising Him.  Continually invite Him in by continually praising Him!


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Warrior’s Vow Street Team

Update to my street team members:

I received my author copies late in the evening on the 21st. I’m heading out for a little family time. I’ll mail your books out sometime next week.


I pray all is well with each of you. Many blessings.



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