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The Promise a memoir by Connie Rife

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My Dad

Since my book, ”The Promise” was published in January many who have read it might wonder how I could love my dad as much I still do. Those who knew him may not even want to know the mistakes he made by reading my book. But then you are missing the point that he is no different than anyone of us. He overcame the demons of his life. He apologized for the hurtful things he’d done knowing that it would never take away the shame that he’d take with him to the grave.
Jesus once said, ”he who is without sin can throw the first rock.” I’d be the first to drop my rock on the ground. Can any of us say there is not something in life we wish we could take back?
It was my dad who encouraged me to write my story from the moment I first came to live with him at 16 years old. He believed in what life had to teach us and that if we could help others by sharing our own mistakes than we give each other the opportunity to grow and learn through their own.
I miss my dad everyday. I miss his hugs, his sparkling smile, our conversations. But his words of wisdom lives on in me. I am the lucky one to have had the relationship we shared and I thank God that I was blessed to have a Dad as special as he was to me.
Happy Fathers Day, to my Dad!❤️

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Honoring My Mother

Virginia Basiden/Miller

A reader of my story The Promise asked me what kind of work I did that gave me the ability to forgive my parents. It was a lifetime process that began when I got down on my knees and asked for the grace of forgiveness. I thought that my faith was strong enough that God would take all the pain of my past away. Little did I know at the time that when we pray for something, God isn’t going to fix it for us. He gives us lots of opportunities to practice and learn from it.

In honor of Mother’s Day, I must share with you that it was through the bond of motherhood that my relationship with Mom began to heal. She became a significant part of my life during that time when I had our four children. She loved being with them as much as they loved having her around, and I appreciated her help, too.

Today I choose to remember all the good things about my Mom. One of my fondest memories I have was sitting beside Mom as a child watching her zip together an outfit on the sewing machine. She would ask me to thread the needle for her when it needed it, and she taught me how to sew, too. She also taught me how to bake bread, crochet, as well as many other crafts. I remember how she held my hand as we walked to school for my first day of kindergarten. How her face lite up the moment I walked into the hospital after her knee surgery.  The serving of apple crisp she brought into the hospital after each baby was born. The way she laid her head on my shoulder as she sat beside me knowing this was the last time she’d receive communion before passing away.

As mothers, we each do the best we can with what we know how to do. We all have grandiose ideas of the kind of mother we want to be, and then God gives us lots of opportunities to practice how to be that way. We learn from mistakes, but only after we forgive ourselves for making them. I am grateful for the blessings that motherhood has given me. For my mother, my children, my husband, and all we learned together along the way.

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What’s Next

This was my fortune cookie 🥠 message before my book was finished.

I haven’t wanted to promote my book too much while we were all living through the uncertainty of the coronavirus. It seems that the uncertainty is going to go on for quite a while yet. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to bring some kind of normalness back into my life.

I’m sitting down again first thing in the morning getting back to my commitment of writing at least two hours a day. I’ve had so many requests to write the next sequel of my story. Im playing around with titles such as Living The Promise and the last sequel being called, Beyond The Promise. We will see what comes of it and as always I will pray for guidance.

It would be very helpful if I knew what you the reader are looking for. What are your questions?

Are you curious to know how we’ve stayed in love all these years?

Are you curious to know how my past affected my future?

Are you curious how I taught myself to write?

Are curious why I left the church?

Everyone has a question that comes from someplace deep inside. Maybe my story trigured something in you and you want to know how someone else works there way through it. Let me because it will help me to gain a focus on which way to take this next part.

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Wednesday’s Question?

People often ask me how you can remember such details from your past.

It is as if the heart stops for a moment while the brain absorbs the shock of the hearts piercing. That memory has nowhere to go. It wanders around in your mind and flashes like a lightning bolt with the blow of thunder that strikes right before the memory comes flooding back, and the tears rain from your eyes.

You don’t forget the things that pierce your heart.

But as a child, we can often distort what was really going on. We only remember the worst of what happened to us. In my therapy sessions, my therapist would have me go back to an event in my life as the adult I am today. I’d sit beside my younger self and observe the situation from an adult point of view. I could see that what was going on didn’t have anything to do with me. There was a lifetime of problems that surround my parents that created the things that happened. I could then take the hand of my inner child and show her that it wasn’t her fault. That it’s alright now, we survived it, and it’s not worth holding onto anymore. It didn’t take away from the fact that I was indeed a victim of my parent’s circumstances, and it didn’t justify their actions, but it helped me to know it wasn’t my fault, and I could let it go now if I wanted to.

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A heartwarming story

I am humbled!

Another 5-star ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ review

A heartwarming story of resilience though faith and love.The Promise is an inspirational story of faith, hope, and love. Connie really gets into the voice of a 14 year old and although I was fortunate enough not to experience the awful situation she was in, I could remember my self doubts of adolescences. I volunteer as a court appointed advocate for children taken out of their homes. I have been working with a boy who has been in care since he was 12. He is now 18 and has been moved from one facility to another. The pain, sadness and rejection he feels is heartbreaking. Connie expresses this so well. Thank you, Connie, for having the courage to tell your story and making us aware of what these kids experience.

Thank you for your wonderful response. It is a confirmation for me that my story is touching those who need to hear it.

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An Emotional Read

Thank you, Fran Rowley, your 5-star review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Promise is a heartfelt memoir that is both captivating and inspiring. I felt so much emotion as I followed the difficult challenges this author endured. Her strong faith and trust in God is commendable with all she had been through, and I was inspired to work to develop a deeper connection in my own life.

This was an engaging story that kept me captivated, and I highly recommend this book!

Every review helps get my story in the hands of someone who could benefit from what it has to offer. Thank you in advance for your consideration.


Posted in Our Story

”Bearing An Untold Story”

”There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you!” -Maya Angelou

13-years old

One of the questions I get about my story, ”The Promise,” is, why did you write it?

Sometimes the agony of holding something within ourselves becomes more painful than letting it out. You know how a child often comes around pulling at their mother’s apron strings mom, mom, mom, mom! Trying to get her attention. That’s what the child inside me kept doing for years. Each time I’d begin to write what she’d show me, it seemed as if I was writing about someone else until it finally penetrated my inner core. I had learned to protect myself from what I let inside me, but I couldn’t protect myself from what already existed within. I realized as I began to write that putting it all together was something that I needed to do for me because I often wondered if it was as bad as it seemed. It was! And as painful as it was to relive, it was also healing as I faced all the fears, hurt, and anger it created in me.

Releasing the agony of the story allowed me to forgive. It freed me from being a victim of my circumstances, and in that freedom, I choose to overcome rather than fall prey to the lifestyle of dysfunction, it tried to pull me into.

My hope for putting it out there for all to read is that in releasing the agony of my own sad story, maybe someone else will find the courage to face and tell their own.