Moonflower Faith

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I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept the faith. – 1 Timothy 4:7 NIV

 I’d never heard of moonflowers until a friend posted a picture of hers on Facebook. “The blossoms bloom only at night,” she wrote.

Flowers that bloom only in the dark? Intrigued, I did some online research.

Moonflower vines, I learned, can grow up to 20 feet, with 4-to-6-inch white, fragrant blossoms opening in the evening until the following morning.

How like faith—genuine, real, rubber-meets-the-road faith. Faith, I’ve learned, is only faith when you can’t see. When you’re in the dark, not knowing, not in control. When you have no one else to turn to but God.

Have you ever known anyone who possesses such a faith? I did.

To say that Louise was a joyful person was an understatement. Joy bubbled out of her. I rarely saw her without her bright smile and sparkling eyes—and sense of humor. Situations that would give me permission to wallow in self-pity, she managed to find the light side. Like the time she came to church sporting a black eye, caused by the recoil from her hunting rifle. The church pianist, she sat at the keyboard on the platform, laughing as she told us the story.

Louise and her husband, Carl, once led an active, busy life, led by their love for their family, their church, and their Lord. Blessed with musical talent, they often sang together, visiting numerous churches in the area. They produced cassette tapes, offering them for a donation to cover the cost of production.

When Louise was diagnosed with cancer, Carl was chronically ill himself. Since she could no longer take care of him, he went to live in a local nursing home.

Wanting to offer back some of the comfort she’d always given me, I made a batch of chicken soup and took it to her. But she was the one who ministered to me.

“When I woke up this morning,” she said as we sat at her kitchen table, “before I even got out of bed, I lay there, just praising God.”

Photo courtesy of Louise Tucker Jones

Louise lived the words she once sang: “You talk of faith when you’re up on the mountain. Talk comes easy when life’s at its best. But it’s down in the valley of trials and temptations, that’s when faith is really put to the test. The God on the mountain is still God in the valley. When things go wrong, He’ll make it right. And the God of the good times is still God in the bad times. The God of the day is still God in the night.”*

Shortly before she passed away, a month before Carl, I saw some pictures of Louise on Facebook. Her thin frame and head turban told of the battle she waged. But her bright eyes and smile that lit up her whole face told another story—a story of a moonflower faith, its beauty opening to the dark, exuding an unforgettable fragrance into the world around it.

O God, may my faith, too, be a moonflower faith. Amen.

Read and reflect on Hebrews 11.

*From the song, “God on the Mountain” by Tracy Dartt.

© 2019 Michele Huey. All rights reserved.

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Are ghosts responsible for the mayhem and murder at the Mountaintop Theater? That’s what Melody and Don must find out.

Life is anything but a sweet plot for romance novelist Melody Harmon. Not only is she under contract to work with ex-cop-turned-suspense writer Don Bridges, but he’s also her on-again, off-again boyfriend—currently off again.

But when cast members of the local production of The Hound of the Baskervilles turn up missing, the director asks them to solve the disappearances discreetly. According to legend, the old sawmill-turned-playhouse is haunted—by ghosts known to abduct a human or two on occasion. Then the director’s mauled body is found in the woods surrounding the mountaintop theater, and Don’s granddaughter Kadie, a junior member of the cast, vanishes without a trace.

Police say wild dogs killed the director and Kadie ran away. “It’s only a legend,” they insist. But is it? Melody and Don must put aside their differences, defy the police’s orders to back off the case, and find Kadie before it’s too late.


Ghosts and things that go bump in the night are figments of mythology, right? Maybe so, and maybe not. Ghost Mountain delights the reader with homey scenes, precocious children, and a couple very much in love who can’t quite get on the same wavelength. Melody Harmon, aka Melanie Joy, romance author extraordinaire, and Don Bridges, retired detective and sleuth, couldn’t be more different. He’s astute, alert, and logical, and she’s not. He’s a planner who makes thought through decisions. She’s impromptu, often illogical, definitely governed by emotion, lives in the moment, and seldom if ever, thinks things through. She’s a bit obsessive compulsive, and he’s not. She loves her herbal tea. He’s a strong coffee man. Can these mid-life single adults ever get it together? Will they get married or will they break up forever? Will they be able to make a life for themselves and their respective families? I’ll never tell. You’ll have to buy the book to find out.


Ghost Mountain is a meandering stroll through Pennsylvania’s woodlands, hills, and valleys following a washed up romance author, Melody Harmon, and Don Bridges, who is a retired detective and suspense writer. Accompanied by their adult, and prepubescent children; friends and acquaintances; the reader is provided with a weekend of reading that alternates between romance and suspense sprinkled with mystery. Ghost Mountain is no comedy, or classic mystery, but rather a tender book filled with quite a few nail-biting moments and many unexpected chuckles. Michele Huey’s wit, wisdom, and writing skills have created a book to be savored with a cup of hot mint tea and a chocolate-raspberry scone, but a word of caution is in order. Be careful to wash your hands very well after trimming the rhododendron bush in your yard. You’ll have to read Ghost Mountain to discover why that piece of advice is relevant. Enjoy!

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