CrossReaders Book Review: A Soft Place to Fall by Liz Flaherty

CrossReaders Book Review: A Soft Place to Fall by Liz Flaherty

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Title: A Soft Place to Fall

Author: Liz Flaherty

Rating: 5

About the Book

Early McGrath didn’t want freedom from her thirty-year marriage to Nash, but when it was forced upon her, she did the only thing she knew to do—she went home to the Ridge to reinvent herself. Only what is someone who’s taken care of people her whole life supposed to do when no one needs her anymore? Even as the threads of her life unravel, she finds new ones— reconnecting with the church of her childhood, building the quilt shop that has been a long-time dream, and forging a new friendship with her former husband.

The definition of freedom changes when it’s combined with faith. Can Early and Nash find a Soft Place to Fall?


The first words of Liz Flaherty’s story broke my heart as Early (Earline) McGrath angrily planted carrots in her garden because her newly divorced husband of a few hours hated carrots. Early felt revenge, not “freedom,” over the dissolving of her thirty year marriage to Dr. Nash McGrath; deeply hurt, confusing and exasperating to her. Truthfully, I questioned whether I could continue reading because of relating to her feelings, having experienced the personal pain and rejection of divorce during my past life. The hurtful memories returned fleetingly as God reminded me that he had healed and enabled me to forage on with a “new normal” life. I quickly grew inquisitive and excited over this story as I continued reading. I learned the true heart of Liz Flaherty’s writing – that the Holy Spirit was present and active throughout and in her character and story development.

Early was barely sixteen and two months pregnant, with Nash only just graduated from High School when they married. (A similar family issue when our 15 year old became pregnant…I could easily relate as a mother and the child as empathetic feelings surged from my heart)….Excuse the interruption. Ms Flaherty’s story taught me a great deal about myself while learning the wisdom instilled in Early’s character. Reading this family’s story became a remarkable experience.

Divorce between couples married 30 years and over statistically doesn’t appear to be high at four to ten per cent. There doesn’t appear to be a soft place to fall particularly for the mid to late life divorced woman. Early’s marriage was much more like the long marriages of my generation. Liz Flaherty dealt with this predicament as though she had lived through it.

Early and Nash had a cordial relationship that God used to intensify changing direction in all their lives. Liz Flaherty wrote the family through chains and threads of ever connecting stitches that began to appear as a beautiful quilt Early might have made. Quilting was Early’s God given talent that became business potential to support her singleness financially as well as offering therapy to other’s problems through their own creativity. Many turns of events for every family member brought more tension, excitement; stress, physical and emotional – serious and laughable to this amazing story. I gasped when danger came as a surprise to Early, cried over the tenderness between this divorced pair, and laughed at the amusing family escapades.

Ms Flaherty wove humor, love, hurt, loyalty, sadness, and daily life of family and friends with meandering, inter-weaving, zigzags, through loops and bends to quilt together this story as if laid out in “fat quarters.” You don‘t know what that term means? Then you must read Liz Flaherty’s story of this remarkable family. Ms Flaherty is an astonishing imaginative writer that appears to write truth in life as fiction. God has blessed her with an incredible talent, standing tall among the finest Christian authors of fame to the reading community.

OF POSSIBLE INTEREST TO READERS: The National Quilt Museum located in historic downtown Paducah, Kentucky

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Come Home, It’s Suppertime!

Come Home, It’s Suppertime!

When I was growing up, my mother used a bell to call me home for dinner. This is when kids played outside until the very last minute of sunlight and air conditioning existed mainly as a bright idea.

But when I heard that bell ring, it meant come home, now! It’s suppertime! Time to join the family around the dinner table.

Twice in my childhood, my family lived with my paternal grandparents on their self-supporting farm. We had everything from our own dairy to turkeys and everything in between. I fondly remember sitting at the dinner table with them.

Because of all the animals and the fresh food from the gardens, I loved living there with them, but I loved it most of all because of my sweet Granny. I still shed tears because I miss her, even after fifty-four years of separation.

John the Revelator wrote, “Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!” (Rev. 19:9 NKJV) I was invited and I RSVPed so I know I’ll be there.

In my spirit, I imagine hearing the sound of that heavenly dinner bell ringing out and the call, “Come Home; it’s suppertime.”

I imagine that great, heavenly feast and sitting down at the family supper table with Abraham, David, and Paul. But even better, with my mom and dad, my other grandparents, and my Granny. Better still, sitting next to Jesus. Woo-hoo!

With each passing day, I miss my precious Mom, Dad, and grandparents more and more. I long to sit at the dinner table with them again. And I know I will. They’re waiting for me to come Home.

Do you yearn for that heavenly, banquet…to sit down with those gathered around the greatest supper table of all time?

If you love Southern Gospel, and even if you don’t, I hope you will listen to Come Home, It’s Suppertime by the Gaither group. One day, the Lord will call us Home…for Suppertime.

If the Master rings the bell tonight, will you be ready to go Home?

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*At a time of physical upheaval in 2000, Lynn Mosher felt led of the Lord to take up her pen and write. With this new passion, she has embraced her mission to reach others through Christ-honoring literature, encouraging them in their walk and offering comfort through the written word. Lynn lives with her hubby (since 1966) in their Kentucky nest, emptied of three chicklets, and expanded by three giggly grand-chicklets, and an inherited dog. You can find out more about Lynn by visiting her website, Heading Home.

Fingerprints On My Heart

Fingerprints On My Heart

by:  Lynn Mosher

I went to a funeral the other day. The sanctuary held around 800 people. The man was a great, godly man. A man with God’s fingerprints all over his heart. And he left those same fingerprints on the hearts of many others.

As I sat there, listening to the stories of things he had done for others, I thought of those who had left their impact on my life, their precious fingerprints on my heart…

* my parents
* my maternal grandfather (I never knew my maternal grandmother; she died at a young age.)
* my paternal grandparents (especially my grandmother, whom I adored)
* my husband
* my children
* my sisters and brother
* my sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, nieces, nephews, and the rest of my family and my husband’s family
* friends
* and now my grandchildren

They all have left an impression on my heart.

But there are others: Sunday school teachers and pastors, friends from my youth at church, school teachers, school friends, church friends, friends of my parents, cyber-friends, and even strangers.

They all have left an impression on my heart.
As I sat at the funeral, with tears welling up in my eyes, I realized that I was crying not only for the loss of a friend’s husband but also for myself. I wondered…

* Who are the ones that I have touched?
* Have I been an influence on any life?
* What impact have I left on the hearts of others? Is it positive or negative?
* What memories of me would others have?

And who would come to my funeral? I think it could probably be held in a closet.

Other than family, a few others might attend my send-off celebration. My isolation, my seclusion caused by fibromyalgia, has stripped friends from me and the ability to do certain things.

However, God has allowed this time to do something new in my life, something unexpected. He has given me the passion to write, to reach out across the internet and touch the precious lives of others, for which I am extremely grateful.

I wonder, though, in this rush-about, drive-thru, treadmill world we live, if we are living the life Christ desires us to live. Are we striving to make a good impression on others? Paul said, ‟Don’t be selfish; don’t try to impress others.” (Phil. 2:3a TLB) Making a good impression is not to be our focus; however, we will impress them in one way or another by the way we live.

Someone once said, ‟Once someone touches your heart, the fingerprints will last forever.” Therefore, we all need to ask ourselves…

* Have I left my fingerprints on the hearts of others?
* Have I made a positive impression or a negative one?
* How shall I live to positively touch the heart and soul of another?

Three verses from Paul tell us…

* ‟Be humble, thinking of others as better than yourselves.” (Phil. 2:3b TLB)
* ‟Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.” (John 13:35 NLT)
* ‟Love each other with genuine affection, and take delight in honoring each other.” (Rom. 12:10 NLT)

~Lord, You have left Your fingerprints all over my heart and life. May I so love others that, in all I say and do, I leave precious fingerprints on their hearts. Amen!