Heart Cleaning

Have you ever had one of those moments where you realized you were, well, kind of a jerk?

No one who knows me would deny I operate on drama-mode. Meaning, I feel things deeply, analyze things thoroughly, and discuss my opinions loudly. I always say I don’t start drama, it just kind of finds me. Like geese.

But that’s another story for another day.

Recently, I’ve been dealing with a really frustrating situation. The details of it aren’t important, but basically, I dealt with it all day, every day. Each morning when I woke up, I would try to have some quiet time with God, but my heart would be in such a bad mood. Kind of like how the rest of me gets when I skip lunch.

It was one of those situations that required addressing the conflict. And although I am no stranger to the dramas, I despise conflict. Like, seriously, I would rather give up my morning cup of coffee than bring up a problem.

So I prayed about it, which was the right thing to do. But there was still a problem.

No one has ever told me I have a small mouth. In fact, sometimes when the dentist tells me to open wide, he tells me to actually open my mouth a little less. It’s cavernous.

But I also tend to have a big mouth when it comes to my frustration. I found myself running my mouth about my frustrations with any friend who would listen. I was just SO over the issue.

And then, the other afternoon, God spoke to me. Not audibly, but in my heart.

I took a deep breath and addressed the conflict in the best way I knew how, then was smacked with the reality that, even though I’d addressed the problem in the right way, leading up to it had been all wrong.

When I got back to my apartment, I flopped on the couch.

“I am SUCH a sinner!” I declared to my roommate, who was trying to do her homework.

Bless her heart, she endures so much.

Rather than stick to praying and trusting that God would help me in the situation, I spent so much time complaining about it to others. While it would’ve been totally fine to tell a friend about what was going on so she could pray I would handle it correctly, it was not the best idea to just run my mouth. I was self-absorbed and selfish.

I had to repent about that and tell God I was sorry for trying to get other people to share in my frustration instead of leaving the problem in God’s hands.

But I also had to thank Him. Yeah, it hurt a lot to have God point out my sin, but it was necessary. Like removing a splinter. The process hurts, but it gets out the bad thing that will ultimately only hurt you.

While it might feel good to hold onto something and express frustration over it, it’s like a poison. You don’t want that junk in your heart.

Believe it or not, it’s not exactly fun for me to admit my brokenness to you. But I do so to encourage you.

I tell you all of this to encourage you to take whatever that One Thing is and give it to God. Completely. Like, take your hands off of it and back away. Rather than mumble and grumble and complain, give it to Jesus.

You know what? I can still be frustrated with my situation. It hasn’t completely disappeared. But God in His grace chose to clean and realign my heart, rather than leave me in the mud of my frustration. He chose to use the situation to show me an area in my life where I was weak.

He used the situation to remind me of how much I need His grace. Because, frankly, I can be a mess.

Psalm 51:10 says,

“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.”

God sent Jesus to earth to live the perfect life that we could never live. And then He took all of our junk and died a sinner’s death so we can live a life free of guilt and shame and the grossness of our sin. Then after defeating sin, He defeated death itself by rising from the dead. Thank God, He doesn’t give up on us when we catch a case of the crazies.

What’s something you need to let go of today? A grudge? Unforgiveness? Disappointment? Anger?

fullsizerender-3Take it to Jesus. Ask Him to clean your heart and give you an attitude that reflects His grace. Then thank Him for shaping you to look more like Him.

In His love,


Hey, 2017!

I know, I know. We’re 20 days into 2017 already, and I’m just now welcoming the new year to the blog. By now, y’all know I’m fashionably late to all the best parties. (For those of you who hang around me in person, remember when I finally watched Gilmore Girls for the first time? Oy with the poodles already).

But I did have my yearly New Years Resolution chat with my dear friend Emily, and I did journal about how I saw my word for 2016 play out in my life (we’ll have to talk about that one soon, because it’s a lot). And I did journal about my new word for 2017 (might have to talk about that at some point, too).

And of course, copious amounts of sparkling grape juice were consumed.

But in the middle of it all, the blog sat patiently waiting. Don’t worry, though. I have so much to tell you over the coming months of this new year. So many hopes and dreams and prayers to share with you all. We’ll talk about joy and heart growing pains and new seasons. We’ll talk about change and letting go and learning to trust. We’ll talk about the past and the future and how both of those affect the present. We’ll talk about uncertainties and things that are even more certain than the sunrise.

We’ll probably chat about my cat, how the characters in whatever story I’m working on have minds of their own, and grad school life.

I’ll for sure sing the praises of my crock pot, and I’m almost positive I’ll give shout-outs to some of the amazing books I’ve been reading recently.

So…lots of stuff still to come. Stay tuned as I celebrate the blog’s 6th birthday (!!!) next month, and as I continue being Anna and learning what, exactly, that looks like.

May God bless you between now and when we talk again soon,



P.S. You may notice the links on the blog have changed a little bit. They now link to my website! Please go exploring and let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to add to the site!

Another P.S. Told you I can’t go long without showcasing my cat. He’s my favorite.

For the Wonderer

He was old and frail, but wiser than men twice his age. He was a man of steadfast faith, choosing to spend his time in deep prayer and service to the Lord.

He knew the words of the prophets by heart. The ones who had prophesied about deliverance more than four hundred years ago. Before God went silent. He knew the Messiah would come to free mankind, though he did not know when. Every day he wondered when the Promise would be fulfilled.

He knew the stiffness of his joints and the thinning white hair on his head and beard. He knew the ache in his back each morning when he woke up, and he knew the fatigue he felt by the end of each day. He knew he didn’t have many more days. But he also had a special promise, a knowing he clung to deep within his soul:

He would not see death until he had seen the Savior.

And so, with sturdy faith and secure conviction, Simeon waited.


He hadn’t planned to come to the temple so early, but he had been unable to sleep the night before. He’d tossed and turned on his mat before finally lying on his back and praying toward the roof until the first sliver of light from the sun. He ate breakfast, all the while feeling something compelling him to go to the house of worship.

He had just arrived at the temple for the day when he saw them: a man and a woman stepping into the courtyard. The man held a staff and the woman held a baby. He watched the young mother tuck the blanket under the chin of her sleeping child.

Simeon saw this often: first-time parents bringing their son to the temple on his eighth day of life. He knew the couple was presenting their baby to the Lord and offering a sacrifice, according to the Law.

The man rested his hand gently on the woman’s back – she was barely more than a young girl – and gently led her forward. The young woman looked up, and her eyes met Simeon’s.

Instantly, he knew. Deep within the depths of his soul, he heard the Spirit whisper: I Am here.

Trembling, Simeon walked to meet the couple. The man wrapped a protective arm around his wife, and she snuggled the baby closer to her chest.

Simeon reached the man and woman and slowly stretched out his shaking hands. The young mother carefully placed the infant in his arms.

The child was so small, so helpless. Simeon held him close. The baby slowly opened his sleepy eyes and held Simeon’s gaze.

With tears streaming down the creases of his weathered cheeks and into his beard, Simeon raised the baby up in the air, careful to support his neck and keep the blanket wrapped around him.

“Lord,” he whispered, his voice wobbling, “I can now go in peace, just like you promised.” His voice grew in strength until it was steady and strong. “I have seen your salvation with my own eyes, who you have brought for everyone. He is a light so the Gentiles can know who you are, and He is the glory of your people Israel!”

Then Simeon pulled the baby back close to his heart, overcome that the Lord would allow him to hold the Promise in his hands. Aware God Himself was bundled in his arms.

The man and woman silently watched the moment unfold. The mother of the Messiah leaned slightly against the man, both of their eyes shining in wonder at what was taking place.

Simeon bent his neck and gently kissed the baby’s head before handing him back to his mother.

Behind Simeon, a prophetess, old and frail, stepped into the sacred moment. As a widow, she had known deep love and deep sorrow. She had known the joy of companionship and the throbbing ache of loneliness. She was a woman of steadfast faith, choosing to devote her days to fasting and praying in the temple.

When she saw what was taking place, she raised her hands in praise. While Simeon continued to bless the child and speak to the child’s mother, Anna whispered prayers of thanksgiving to the Lord.

The Savior had come.


Simeon and Anna are two of countless people who wondered when the Savior would arrive. They waited and prayed and fasted and sought to see God at work. They anticipated God’s answer to sin and shame. They knew with their whole hearts that He was coming, they just didn’t know when.

Just as Jesus came to Simeon and Anna in the temple, you don’t have to stumble around, aimlessly searching for Him because He has come to you.

Neither did the shepherds stumble into the stable on their own – they were invited. Moreover, they were chosen as the first to receive an invitation, and they were given the job of inviting others to come. To tell the world that He had come to save the world.

You are invited. You are chosen.

You aren’t chosen because of who you are, where you’ve been, or what you’ve done. Neither are you chosen in spite of who you are, where you’ve been, or what you’ve done.

You are chosen because you are loved, and He came to us as one of us to prove this is true.

There was a star over a stable. Now there is a Spirit stirring hearts. Both inviting, saying, come and behold Him.

For the one who wonders if the good news of Christmas is actually true….come and behold Him.

 For the one who wonders if God will come through before it’s too late…come and behold Him.

 For the one who wonders if it’s too late to follow the Lord and live for Him…come and behold Him.

For the one who wonders if God has forgotten him…come and behold Him.

 For the one who wonders if her dreams and desires even matter to God…come and behold Him.

For the one who wonders if the darkness of night will ever end…come and behold Him.

 For the prodigal, the wayward, the searcher, the lost…come and behold Him.

Simeon and Anna wondered, but they never wandered. They trusted in God’s promise, and they saw Him faithfully deliver. They beheld the answer to their prayers – the Hope of the world.

If you’re ever tempted to believe God has given up on you…

If you ever doubt He could really love you after all you’ve done…

If you ever wonder if you’re wanted…

Your king has come to you.   

For the wanderer…come home.

For the wonderer…you are known.

To those who wander, stand in wonder. Behold the One who calls you beloved.

The Savior has come.


“I have seen your salvation, which you have prepared for all people. He is a light to reveal God to the nations, and he is the glory of your people Israel!” – Luke 2:30-32

Merry Christmas,




The Waiting

Thousands of years of waiting for redemption, prophecies promising the coming of the King. Four hundred years of silence, wondering and longing and praying for a word from God.

Come, Thou long expected Jesus…

Then nine months.

Three quarters of a year between Mary learning she would bear a Son and the birth of the Savior.

Days and days before little limbs began to stretch and grow.

Weeks and weeks before the first felt flutter of life.

Months and months before the Savior could be seen.

Born to set thy people free…

Trusting in the promise, yet waiting weeks to know for sure.

Wondering what everyone would say, what she would do, where she would go.

 Knowing she was carrying the Messiah, yet patiently living daily life while a miracle was in the making.

Holding onto the hope of redemption, yet not holding Him in her arms.

Believing in the impossible, yet not understanding how.

Following in obedience, yet not seeing Him face-to-face.

From our sins and fears and sins release us…

Watching friends make choices about their futures, yet walking on a path she didn’t plan.

Waiting for God to speak to the heart of her betrothed, waiting for the accusations that were sure to come.

Traveling to an unfamiliar town. Looking for a place to stay. Praying for an end to agony. Longing for morning to dawn.

Let us find our rest in Thee.

Then, after thousands of years of waiting for redemption, four hundred years of silence, and nine more months…

Israel’s strength and consolation, hope of all the earth Thou art…

 The waiting is over.

No more desperate praying for a word from God because the Word becomes flesh and dwells among us.

No more seeking signs, no more wondering, and no more longing because she gives birth to the Son.

Dear desire of every nation…

The Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Joy of every longing heart.

But when the right time came, God sent his Son, born of a woman, subject to the law. God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children. – Galatians 4:4-5

When the right time came.

On a divine schedule.

In the perfect moment, the perfect, sinless solution to all of our shame and sorrow entered into the world.

Born Thy people to deliver…

 Emmanuel. God is with us.

The people walking in darkness have seen a great light.

The flesh-and-blood image of the invisible God lies in a manger. The firstborn of all creation is cradled by a first-time mother.

Born a child and yet a King…

 She waited nine months to hold the promise in her hands. But He was already there, though she couldn’t see Him.

Grace was growing. He was already on earth, forming in secret. Unseen, but very present.

Born to reign in us forever…

She couldn’t yet see Him face-to-face, but He was with her.

His plan was already forming. Hope was already infiltrating history.

Now thy gracious kingdom bring.

When you’re in a season of waiting, longing for what’s next, remember: He’s here. And He’s already working.

He’s behind the scenes, but He’s not silent.

He’s working within us, stirring inside us.

By Thine own eternal Spirit…

He’s here in the middle of the waiting.

When others are living the dreams you’ve dreamed…

When you’re faced with failure yet again…

When you felt sure you wouldn’t be spending yet another Christmas alone…

When you wonder if He has forgotten you…

In the waiting…

Emmanuel. God is with us. And at just the right time, He will provide light in the middle of the darkness.

 …rule in all our hearts alone.

 He’s unfolding a plan too precious to show us all at once.

He’s telling His story.

 In the silence. In the stillness. In the most fragile of faith.

Take heart.

Hold onto hope.

Wait in faith.

Rest in His redemption.

By Thine all sufficient merit, raise us to Thy glorious throne.

He is listening.

He is restoring.

He is speaking.

He is working in the waiting.


But when the right time came, God sent his Son, born of a woman, subject to the law. God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children. – Galatians 4:4-5

This is Rescue

Slow, cautious steps forward until flames strike out toward skin and eyes burn. Another step. Then one more.

“Do not come any closer.”

A shepherd’s staff forgotten. The arm of a cloak raised as a shield from the heat.

“Take off your sandals. The place where you are standing is holy ground.”

Dirt-caked sandals set aside.

Bare feet, bare soul. Holy ground.

“I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob.”

Tanned hands trembling. Head bowed in fearful reverence.

Flames licking the sky, but the bush below remaining unconsumed. No branches breaking, no leaves withering.

“I have seen the misery of my people. I have heard them crying out in their slavery, and I am concerned about their suffering.”

In Egypt, the backs of the chosen break under the weight of bricks and the beatings of slave drivers. Nightly cries for deliverance are thrown at the skies. Weeping and wondering and waiting.

“So I have come down to rescue them.”

A hesitant yes from a man born in secret, hidden in a basket, and raised among princes.

“I will be with you.”

Plagues. Passover. Parting seas.


Disobedience and doubts and decades of wandering in the desert.

Provision and prophecies and promises.

Then silence.


Quick, panicked steps forward, fear flickering in wide eyes.

Knocking on a closed door. Then another door. Then one more.

A walking staff forgotten. The arm of a cloak raised to wipe a sweat-drenched brow.

The place where you are standing is holy ground.

A desperate call for help. Dirt-caked sandals tripping on gravel. Refuge found in an unassuming corner of a crowded city.

I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob.

Tanned hands trembling, unsteady voice sending pleading prayers up to the sky.

A cry of new life as light is born into the darkness.

I have seen the misery of my people.

A soft palm and tiny nails and wrinkled fingers inspected and kissed by a virgin who quietly learns a lullaby.

Dark hair and pink cheeks and little arms gently scrubbed by the calloused hands of a man who has only known the rough work of sanding wood.

I have heard them crying out because of their slave drivers, and I am concerned about their suffering.

Woven together in a womb. Formed from flesh. Born from a cry of pain onto a bed of hay. From a frame of faith and innocence into a cave, dark and damp.

So I have come down to rescue them.

A stable as the holy of holies, the dwelling place of the Divine. A manger as the altar where the Sacrifice lie swaddled and snug. A shrill, tiny cry as the call to worship.

I am with you.

Angels rejoicing. Shepherds running through the streets. Deity resting.



When I think of Yahweh, I think of power, might, a thundering voice. I think of God in the Old Testament, sending plagues on the Egyptians, parting the Red Sea, leading with a cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night.

But then He came to us as a Baby. He gave up every ounce of strength, everything we associate with Divinity. He showed us the length He would go to save us.

He showed us what Emmanuel truly means – not just God with us on a mountain, handing down commandments. Not just God with us in a bush that blazes but doesn’t burn up. Not just God with us, leading us through the desert.


When He became incarnate, He became intimate. Closer than walking in a perfect garden beside us, He placed Himself in our arms.

He placed Himself in the womb of a girl so He could one day place His Spirit in our hearts. He challenged everything we thought we knew about God, showing us true love is messy and painful and often takes time.

“God said to Moses, ‘Say to the Israelites, ‘The Lord, the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob – has sent me to you. This is my name forever, the name you shall call me from generation to generation.’”

I Am. Yahweh.

Teaching and guiding and freeing.

Drying tears, healing hearts, breathing life into those paralyzed by fear and shame and disease.

Reaching out to the outcast, healing souls in desperate need of hope.

Provision and prophecies and promises fulfilled.

Jesus. Yahweh is salvation.

Back bearing the weight of wrath, palms pierced with nails driven by hatred.

Then dawn breaks and life defeats death.

The stone is rolled away and the curtain separating God and man lies on the floor, ripped in two, forever breaking the silence and freeing us from slavery to sin.  Inviting us to come if we believe this good news that is truer than feelings and more certain than what our human eyes can see.

Emmanuel. God is with us.

The name we still remember on the other side of His first coming and in anticipation of His second.

I have seen the misery of my people…I have come down to rescue them…I will be with you.

This is rescue.

She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.” – Matthew 1:21


(Find the story of Moses and the burning bush in Exodus 3)

Christmas Sale!

Happy December and welcome to the Christmas season! Let’s start off the celebration with a sale!


From now until the end of December, you can snag a copy of All of This for only $15! Or grab one for a friend too and get them both for $25!

Or, you know, buy them for your whole group of friends (4 or more) and get a free ebook!

I’ll sign them and include a custom message for you. Plus, shipping is FREE! YAY FREE!

The sale is good all month, but order by December 18th to make sure you’ve got it by Christmas.

‘Tis the season,


P.S. The annual Christmas blog posts are on their way! I’ve got three finals and one more paper separating me from some quality writing time. But the Christmas stuff is coming :)

Unwritten Melody Blog Tour

unnamedHey, friends! I’m thrilled to welcome Tessa Hall to the blog as we celebrate the release of her YA novel, Unwritten Melody! I met Tessa through an online writers group a while back, then we later realized she has family in my hometown. So one day, we met for coffee…and now we’re on this writing journey together!

I’m so excited to share Unwritten Melody with you, because it’s a story worth sharing. I’ve read it a couple of times already, and I definitely recommend you add it to your reading list.

So stick around for lots of fun stuff…including info about the book, the official soundtrack for the story, and even a giveaway at the end of the post!

About the book 

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Cassie Gilbert lives every day in the shadows of her deceased mom’s rebellion. But now that she’s seventeen, she finds herself longing to break away from her grandmother’s suffocating rules, experience what it’s like to be a regular teenager, and fulfill her songwriting dreams.

James Russo, former American Spotlight contestant, escapes to small town Willow Creek, SC hoping to flee from his tarnished past. When a school project pairs him with the shy principal’s granddaughter, he’s determined to get to know this Emily-Dickinson-obsessed and typewriter-using girl. His plan? Convince Cassie to co-write songs for his demo album.

As Cassie gets to know James over “project meetings” (more like opportunities to match her lyrics with his melodies), she becomes intrigued by his sense of adventure and contagious passion for music. But soon, his past becomes exposed. Cassie’s left to wonder—did she make the same mistake Mom did by falling for the bad boy?

Then, Grandma’s control pushes her over the edge. Cassie must choose between remaining in the chains of yesterday, or delving into her own freedom by completing the melody her mom left behind.

Book Links:

The Official Soundtrack to Unwritten Melody

From Tessa…

If you can’t already tell based on the title of this book, music serves as a significant thread throughout the story. Its soundtrack is consisted of a mix of country and pop-rock music – both of which represent Cassie and James.


Despite the fact that I’ve grown up in a fairly small and southern town, I was never a huge fan of country music. At all. I couldn’t listen to an entire song without having my skin crawl. But the summer before my senior year of high school, something changed. I don’t even know why or how – but I started listening to a few songs in this genre. Then a few more. Soon, country music became almost an obsession of mine. I couldn’t get enough of this music that I once had insisted I would never have an appreciation for. Ever.

I fell in love with the way country music reminded me of my hometown. I fell in love with the sound of it, and the way that almost each song tapped into my emotions and seemed to tell a story. (I’m not referring to the songs that are only about girls, beer, and trucks. Haha)

I believe this served as an influence for the creation of the Willow Creek, SC – the setting of Unwritten Melody.


When I wrote the first version of Unwritten Melody, the country music station on Pandora played on repeat. I would come home from a day of college classes, make a cup of Keurig coffee, turn on Pandora, open my manuscript, and the music would automatically transport me into the scene I was working on at the time.

Country music doesn’t just serve as the soundtrack to this story; it’s woven into it. Since Willow Creek is a small, country town, the country music station is usually a default in most of the resident’s vehicles. It’s the only secular music that my protagonist, Cassie, is allowed to listen to.

So as you can imagine, most of the songs on this soundtrack are – you guessed it! – country. But since we can’t exactly neglect the style of music that James performs, you’ll find pop-rock music mixed into this playlist as well. (James is, in fact, the hero of the story. ;) )

Here’s a sneak peak into this playlist, featuring songs that, in my opinion, seem to highlight the book’s theme and/or significant moments. Don’t forget to click here for the full soundtrack on Spotify!

  • “Breakaway” by Kelly Clarkson
  • “Get Out of This town” by Carrie Underwood
  • “Mama’s Song” by Carrie Underwood
  • “Inside Your Heaven” by Carrie Underwood
  • “Thank God For Hometowns” by Carrie Underwood
  • “More Than Miles” by Brantley Gilbert
  • “Wanted” by Hunter Hayes
  • “Invisible” by Hunter Hayes
  • “Beautiful Things” by Gungor
  • “On a Night Like This” by Dave Barnes
  • “Hero” by Enrique Iglesias
  • “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol
  • “Through Your Eyes” by Jenny & Tyler
  • “Goodbye Town” by Lady Antebellum
  • “Kiss Me Slowly” by Parachute
  • “Walk Away” by Jon McLaughlin
  • “Tattoos on This town” by Jason Aldean
  • “If I Die Young” by The Band Perry
  • “Can’t Get Over You” by Anthem Lights
  • “You and Me” by Lifehouse
  • “For You I Will (Confidence)” by Teddy Geiger
  • “Changed” by Rascal Flatts
  • “Something in the Water” by Carrie Underwood


Questions for you…

Do you listen to music as you write? Does it serve as an influence or inspiration to your writing in any way?

About Tessa

Tessa Emily Hall_Headshot3.jpgTessa Emily Hall writes inspirational yet authentic YA fiction to show others they’re not alone—and because she remembers the teen life like it was yesterday (or a few years ago). The debut novel she wrote at 16-years-old, PURPLE MOON (Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas) was a Selah 2014 Finalist. Her second novel, UNWRITTEN MELODY, releases with Clean Reads November 2016. She’s the Founder of PursueMagazine.net, a magazine that inspires teens to embrace their calling. She also enjoys helping writers achieve their dreams through her internship at Hartline Literary Agency.

When her fingers aren’t flying 116 WPM across the keyboard, Tessa can be found making healthy homemade lattes, speaking to teens, decorating her insulin pump, and acting in Christian films. She writes in a small town nestled between the Blue Ridge Mountains and Southeastern coast. Her favorite way to procrastinate is by connecting with readers on her blog, mailing list, social media (@tessaemilyhall), and website.

Connect With Tessa

Blog Tour Schedule

Don’t miss the next blog tour stop! Be sure to visit the following blogs on its designated tour date. You can also email tessaemilyhall (at) gmail (dot) com and request to receive the Blog Tour Packet. At the end of the tour, Tessa will send you the downloadable PDF that will contain all of the content from each blog tour stop.

Tues., November 1 – Christ is Write
Wed., November 2 – Adriana Gabrielle Writes
Thurs., November 3 – The Depth of My Faith
Fri., November 4 – Sarah Ruut
Mon., November 7 – God is Love
Tues., November 8 – The Bibliophile Angel
Wed., November 9 – Emily Rachelle Writes
Thurs, November 10 – Word Changers For His Glory
Fri., November 11 – Christian Teen Book Reviews
Mon., November 14 – Phyllis Still
Tues., November 15 – In The Bookcase
Wed., November 16 – Girl Meets Publishing World
Thurs., November 17 – Anna Schaeffer
Fri., November 18 – Ramblings of a Writer
Mon., November 21 – Naomi and Books
Tues., November 22 – Reading is My Superpower
Wed., November 23 – Zerina Blossom’s Books
Thurs., November 24 – Jennifer Slattery Lives Out Loud
Fri., November 25 – Labor Not in Vain
Mon., November 28 – Barbara Bruitt
Tues., November 29 – Katy Kauffman
Wed., November 30 – Jen Pheobus
Thurs., December 1 – Northern Belle Meg
Fri., December 2 – 2Me From Him
Mon., December 5 – Nicole Quigley
Tues., December 6 – The Destiny of One
Wed., December 7 – Catherine Castle
Thurs., December 8 – Rachelle Rea Cobb
Fri., December 9 – Leslie L. Mckee


Enter for your chance to win the Unwritten Melody Prize Pack! Two winners will be selected and announced on Tessa’s blog the final day of tour (Friday, December 9th) and will be notified via email.

This prize pack includes…

  • E-copy of Unwritten Melody
  • Signed paperback copy of Purple Moon
  • Unwritten Melody mug, filled with goodies
  • Unwritten Melody swag, including a bookmark, pen, and poster
  • Starbucks mocha flavored instant coffee
  • Free Unwritten Melody: Page-By-Page Secrets PDF
  • Handmade journal
  • Typewritten thank you note

Click the following link to go to the giveaway page: a Rafflecopter giveaway