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Stories of family drama, hurting relationships, tragic consequences, and the healing that comes when families listen to each other and forgive.
There isn’t a family on the planet who hasn’t been touched by heartbreak and betrayal. But God . . . He created the concept of family, and He cares deeply about ours.
I’d be honored to have you strap in and come along with me as we journey together, discovering all that God has planned for our families.
I was born and reared in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I still live in my hometown with my husband, Alan, and our very smart German Shepherd, Hoka.
I am a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ, cleverly disguised as a wife, mom, grandmom, and author.
My purpose is to connect with God’s most beautiful and clever creation, the human family, using the literary talent and imagination God gave me.
My prayer is that as we journey together, we will discover encouragement and redemption in our most important relationships.
Debo Publishing exists to create stories of reconciliation and redemption, and to utilize the literary arts to lead the next generation into the grace and mercy of God.
Are you wondering about the name of my company? Debo was my nickname growing up, springing from my siblings’ inability to say Debbie. It stuck. Even today, my older brother still calls me Debo sometimes.
Are you curious about the bee on my logo? Let me explain. My name, Debra, means “bee” in Hebrew. Honey bees, according to some folks, make the perfect food.
And what is God’s Word to His people? The perfect food!
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Gnu Releases and Other Publishing News
Here’s a brief run-down of my next three releases–two novels and a new devotional.
You’ll see below that one novel is now out in the world!
A novel of human brokenness and
God’s still-unfolding drama of redemption . . .
When two wounded and dysfunctional families wind up unexpectedly at the remote Master’s Inn during a December snowstorm, it’s up to owners Tom and Barb Masters to help—except they’re dealing with their own bitter issues. As the winter snowfall confines them, the three families find themselves coping with their crippled relationships and hard emotions . . . and sometimes tearing one another down in the process.
But when a tragic secret is inadvertently revealed and a rebellious teenage girl takes off into the storm, chaos descends. Will they be tossed into more heartbreak, or will the crisis draw them together against a common enemy?
With a forest in Washington state as the backdrop, join Tom and Barb at their B&B as they strive to show Christ’s love to all who cross their threshold . . . even when it threatens their own sanity and safety.
Click on the title to go directly to Amazon, or go to my Books Page to purchase a signed copy from me.
Walk with Annie Lee–a woman who is convinced God is telling her she will die tomorrow–as she navigates what she thinks will be her final day on earth. You’ll find yourself wondering what you would do if you wore her shoes that last day.
Stay tuned for release information . . .
Do you have a favorite fig leaf in your closet?
You know what I mean. Those coverings you pull out and wrap around yourself so that it’s easier to ignore God’s voice calling to you. We all have a fig leaf closet. It’s in our DNA–direct from our first parents.
This new devotional will release–oops, not ready to reveal a date yet–but stay tuned. Adam and Eve are still whispering in my ear about what they learned from their fig leaves.
And what they’re telling me sounds surprisingly familiar . . .