Monday, February 23, 2015

Worth Her Weight by Janet K Brown

How can a woman who gives to everyone but herself accept God’s love and healing when she believes she’s fat, unworthy, and unfixable? Can she be Worth Her Weight?
     LACEY CHANDLER helps her mother, her sister, her friend, and then she binges on food and wonders is there really a God?
     BETTY CHANDLER hates being handicapped and useless, so she lashes out at the daughter that helps, and the God who doesn’t seem to care.
     TOBY WHEELER loves being police chief in Wharton Rock, but when the devil invades the small town, he can’t release control.

Is God enough in Wharton Rock?


The acid from Mom’s hurtful words burned. Only a gooey, cream-filled donut could neutralize the pain. That, and maybe a couple of Snickers. I’m not going crazy. The phone heated Lacey’s hand. She wanted to drop it to the desk, but Mom’s prattle continued.
“You’re going nuts like your dad.” Her words sliced through Lacey like a tornado in a Texas cornfield.    
 Mom droned on about her visit with Katie, Lacey’s kid sister. Lacey opened a desk drawer, lifting out her bottle of Prozac. She turned it over to read the directions. If she downed these pills, her disappointing life would end. Old thoughts resurfaced, bringing a longing for peace but a warning of hellfire.
Mom took a breath between words. Lacey’s office was quiet except for the phone-voice of condemnation.
Reality dawned on Lacey with the bong of the office clock on the hour. She was a Christian. She was not crazy. She would conquer this weight problem.
 Her mother let out a long sigh. “Lacey, are you there?”
“Yes, Mom, I’m here.” Lacey increased her volume. “I’m me, not Dad, and not Katie, Me.” Mom never made accusations about Katie’s drug addiction. Mom didn’t call her crazy. Lacey bit into her third donut. She needed reinforcement.
 If something happened to Lacey, Mom would miss the paycheck, the help at home. A longing for love washed over Lacey like a spring shower. She refused to take the coward’s way, but maybe she should leave town. Let Mom fend for herself. She’d soon be begging for her crazy daughter to return.
Lacey spread the tattered pamphlet across her desk once more and read, “Christian Singles Cruise.” Only two more weeks before registration ended. Might be eligible men there. Hope rose in her heart, but like a blip on the screen of her monitor, it all too quickly vanished. Learning to swim at the age of six was easier than stuffing her bulk into a size triple-X swimsuit at twenty-six.
Mom’s monlogue escalated to a tirade while Lacey gazed out her office window. Small oak trees lifted branches to a hazy blue sky. She heard a squeak. The chirping of crows filtered inside. The front door had opened.
“I’ve got to go, Mom. Someone came in. See you tomorrow after you get home.” Lacey hung up the phone and turned to see how she could help the lady who’d entered her office.
Standing in front of Lacey’s desk, the woman held out a check.
“How are you today?” Lacey reached out to accept the woman’s money. “I’ll put this on your account.”
As the lady opened the door to leave, Marion Ferguson from next door’s insurance office passed to enter. “I want you to meet my grandson.” Her eyes danced.
The four-year-old tore around the office using his arms as airplane wings. Lacey chased the small boy until he broke out in giggles.
Myrna Cutter, Lacey’s boss, peered around her private office door. “When’s my first patient?”
Lacey stopped flying and put on her serious expression. “Not until one.”
“I need to get this boy out of here so you can work.” With a pained look, Marion ushered out her grandson.
Myrna watched the boy shuffle out the door and then moved closer to the reception desk. A huge bag with a logo reading North Texas Mental Health swung from her shoulder. “I think I’ll run some errands. If you would, call the hospital administrator and make me an appointment for tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Lacey gritted her teeth as she dialed the now familiar number.
Myrna left, escaping the distasteful duty.
Lacey’s napkin soaked up the donut’s glaze like her heart held resentment. Sweat beaded her upper lip. Please, Mr. Haggerty, don’t answer.
He did. “Put Ms. Cutter on the phone.” His response set Lacey’s teeth on edge. She drew large quivery circles on her scratch pad. “She’s not here now.”
“Then tell her if she wants to see me tomorrow, she can call me herself. I might work her in.”  
Lacey’s voice softened. “I’ll tell her, sir.” The phone slipped across her sweaty palms. After this, Myrna could do her own feuding. Lacey didn’t like being the middleman. When the man disconnected, her fingers unfolded, dropping the receiver before she regained control.
She shifted her gaze to see if anyone had noticed, but she was alone. With a deep sigh, she encouraged herself with a reminder that tonight she’d be alone. Her mother would stay with her sister in Apache Falls one more evening before coming home. Let the day roll. Tonight, she would have the house to herself.
By six o’clock, Lacey was unlocking the side door of her white, thirties-style house, the boxy ones with huge front porches. She noticed the flaking paint. Her house needed attention-along with everything else in her life. Her self-worth drooped at the door.
Plopping into her green leather recliner, a romance book in one hand and a bag of peanut butter cups in the other, she breathed a sigh of contentment. Food seemed to be the only friend she had.
A fickle friend. With each bite of the smooth peanut butter, she swallowed more guilt. Toby Wheeler, her self-proclaimed conscience and good buddy, would tell her Jesus was her best friend, and Lacey didn’t disagree. Yet, as her life plummeted into an abyss, Jesus was nowhere in sight. She put those dismal thoughts out of her mind for now and let the sweetness of the candy dissolve her tension.
She’d regret her actions tonight when she tossed about on her bed and couldn’t sleep.
She’d regret her actions in the morning hours as she prepared for the workday with a sugar hangover.
She’d regret her actions while she worked tomorrow in a heavily-caffeinated fog.
But, for the moment, she relished the taste, threw aside a wrapper, and popped another treat.
The doorbell rang.
Great. Anxious and unsteady, she pondered her plight. She wanted to be left alone to wallow in misery. The intruder could be a Girl Scout selling cookies. That would be a good thing. Glancing over the den, she scooped the empty wrappers under the cushion and set the half-filled bag on the dining table.
She peeped around the front curtain, but couldn’t see anyone in the day’s lingering shadows.
A kick and shuffle from the porch pricked her curiosity.

About the Author

Janet K. Brown lives in Wichita Falls, Texas with her husband, Charles. Writing became her second career after retirement from medical coding.
     Worth Her Weight will be the author’s debut inspirational women’s fiction, but it makes a perfect companion to her recently released, Divine Dining: 365 Devotions to Guide You to Healthier Weight and Abundant Wellness. Both books encompass her passion for diet, fitness, and God’s Word.
Worth Her Weight marks Brown’s third book. Who knew she had a penchant for teens and ghosts? She released her debut novel, an inspirational young adult, Victoria and the Ghost, in July, 2012.
     Janet and her husband love to travel with their RV, visit their three daughters, two sons-in-law and three perfect grandchildren, and work in their church.

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Janet K Brown is giving away a copy of Worth Her Weight. To be entered in the giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice—once on each Spotlight post for the author. Please note: The giveaway is for U.S. addresses only.



cjajsmommy said...

The eating part -- that was my story. Oh my, this hits so close to home. And I could use some encouragement right now (been gaining back a few and can't figure out why). I'd love to read this book and follow Lacey's journey. cjajsmommy (at) gmail (dot) com

Deb R.

Marianne Barkman said...

I have also been dealing with the giving part...after all It is better to give than to receive. But so often we forget that we need to give to ourselves so we do have something to give to others. Still learning.
Thank you for the chance to win!


Deanna Stevens said...

Worth her weight.. I can relate to that. I would enjoy reading this..
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Patty said...

This is an issue so many of us women deal with! And not one you read t much about. Thanks for sharing about Janet's book.


Susan Johnson said...
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Susan Johnson said...

This sounds like a book I would definitely enjoy reading. I can identify with Lacey. I have always struggled with my weight and have recently lost 70 pounds. Now the struggle is to keep it off. Thank you for writing this story.
susanmsj at msn dot com

Robin Bunting said...

Great sounding book. Thank you for introducing new to me authors. Love reading about them and trying their books. rebunting(at)yahoo(dot)com

Patricia Bradley said...

Enjoyed the excerpt. Worth the Weight sounds like a great book. I like so many others struggle with food.

Janet K Brown said...

Thank you, Sharon & all those at the Barn Door Loft, for allowing me share news of my book. I appreciate all comments. Overeating & over-giving without taking care of ourselves is a universal problem especial for we women. With God's emotional healing, I lost 95 lbs & have now kept it off for 18 1/2 years. God is our only hope.

Linda Kish said...

This sounds like a wonderful book. My sister used to eat when she was upset. She finally learned her triggers and how to not eat if you aren't hungry and when to stop eating and I am proud to say she dropped 170 pounds and has kept it off. I would love to read this book.

lkish77123 at gmail dot com

Janet K Brown said...

Thanks, Linda, for sharing your sister's story. What a victory! I can imagine how much better she feels. I lost 1/2 that & sometimes, I'm just amazed at God's healing.

squiresj said...

Third try. please I woulx like to read this and then share it. jrs362 at hotmail dot com

Janet K Brown said...

Thank you for keeping on trying. Sometimes the safety features on blogs cause us troubles. Glad you persevered. I am honored by your interest. May God bless you

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