Thursday, May 2, 2019

"Moments We Forget" by Beth K. Vogt ... and a GIVEAWAY!

Beth is here to share a bit about her latest release. She and her publisher have offered to give away an print copy of the book (US ONLY). You can enter by using the Rafflecopter link at the end of the post. (Giveaway ends May 9, 2019. If you are the randomly chosen winner, I'll contact you.) 

5 Truths to Help You Embrace Life’s Imperfections
by Beth K. Vogt

We can waste a lot of time and energy in the pursuit of perfection.

Attaining the perfect look.

Achieving the perfect job.

Raising the perfect family.

Being the perfect friend.

We’ll save ourselves a lot of frustration if we realize sooner rather than later that life is filled to overflowing with imperfect people that lead to imperfect relationships. Those same imperfect people--and yes, I’m one of them and so are you--lead to imperfect schools and imperfect jobs. This is reality. We may not like it, but when we abandon the pursuit of perfection, we realize life can be both imperfect and good.

Here are five quotes to help convince you to embrace your imperfect life:

"The truth is: Belonging starts with self-acceptance. Your level of belonging, in fact, can never be greater than your level of self-acceptance, because believing that you're enough is what gives you the courage to be authentic, vulnerable, and imperfect."
Brene Brown (1965-), American research professor and author

Our ability to accept ourselves for who we are--both our strengths and weaknesses--influences so much in our lives: Our perspective. Our relationships with others. The choices we make. When we realize it's okay to be imperfect, we don't waste time trying to hide our flaws because we're worried we won't be accepted by others.

“Imperfection is relatable.”
Lauren Conrad (1986–), fashion designer and author

No one is perfect--but we’ve all met people who pretend they are. I’ve often told my friends, “I don’t hang out with perfect people. I have nothing in common with them.” There’s usually a “me, too” moment of shared laughter because now we have permission to be real. To relax and be our honest, imperfect selves—and that’s when relationship happens.

“There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.”
 Conrad Hall (1926–2003), American cinematographer

Bella Grace magazine published a list of 17 Perfectly Imperfect Things Everyone Secretly Loves, including things like a stack of old books and off-key sing-alongs. Pause for a moment. What are the imperfect beautiful things in your life that you love?

"I realized that I don't have to be perfect. All I have to do is show up and enjoy the messy, imperfect, and beautiful journey of my life."
Kerry Washington (1977-), American actress

Have you stepped into the freedom that you don't have to be perfect? One of the reasons I write fiction is to explore the truth that life is messy ... and to delve into how faith intersects with our doubts and struggles and imperfections. If we only accept perfection, we stall out in our life journey because of frustration and disappointment.

"Use the talents you possess, for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except the best."
Henry van Dyke (1852-1933), American author and clergyman

We can focus on our imperfections so much that we overlook our talents and abilities. We think, Oh, I’m not good enough yet or I need to wait and practice more. And waiting becomes never. We never pursue our dream because we believe anything less than perfect isn’t good enough.

Perhaps one of these quotes resonated with you, encouraging you to step away from striving for perfection. Write it out and post it where you can see it as a reminder that life—your life—can be both imperfect and good.

Beth, those are some great quotes! Thanks for taking the time to share them with my readers. 


     I had half an hour, no more than that, to get my life in order so my sisters would never suspect how unprepared I was for this morning.
     I kicked the back door shut, dumping the plastic grocery bags onto the kitchen counter, easing the ache in my arms. If Johanna were hosting this morning, she’d have something homemade baking in her oven, the appealing aroma filling her immaculate kitchen.
     Well, one thing was for certain—I was not Johanna.
     Winston’s frantic barks sounded from upstairs. Seconds later, he was scampering around my feet, his sudden appearance meaning I’d forgotten to lock him in his kennel. Again.
     “Bad dog.” A halfhearted reprimand. “You’re not supposed to be down here.”
     I pulled items from the plastic bags. Please don’t let me have forgotten anything during my mad dash through the grocery store.
     Cream for Johanna’s and my coffee—although she was going to have to make do with my Keurig coffeemaker, not French press.
     A small box of sugar so Payton could enjoy her coffee with the preferred three heaping spoonfuls per cup.
     A premade fruit salad.
     Blueberry muffins.
     Keurig pods.
     Nothing fancy. But at least I wouldn’t look like a complete failure.
     I suppose to a casual observer, Johanna, Payton, and I—the three remaining Thatcher sisters—appeared successful. And yet, while we might claim certain professional and romantic achievements, we still struggled to find our way as sisters.
     At times Pepper’s words—the ones Payton had shared with Johanna and me several months ago—seemed more of a taunt than an encouragement.
     “Sometimes you just have to forget all the other stuff and remember we’re sisters.”
     Shouldn’t a role you acquired at birth be simple? Something you learned to do, along with walking and talking and navigating adolescence?
     But then Pepper’s death at sixteen splintered our already-precarious bonds.
     I selected three mugs from a kitchen cupboard. This was no time to try to unravel the complicated dynamics between me, Johanna, and Payton—not when they’d be here any minute. And not with so much riding on this morning.
     It’s funny how much hope people put into a cup of coffee.
     Social media—Facebook and Instagram and Twitter and Pinterest and even millions of people’s text messages around the world—overflow daily with memes and GIFs lauding the miracle qualities of coffee.
     Coffee is the gasoline of life.
     All I need is coffee and mascara.
     Behind every successful person is a substantial amount of coffee.
     I drink coffee for your protection.
     Drink coffee and do good.
     And now . . . now coffee would be the glue that bonded the three of us together.
     Coffee and a book, if Payton’s latest “we should do this!” idea succeeded.
     Despite our determination to try to be better sisters—to overcome the damage to our relationships caused by Pepper’s death . . . and secrets . . . and not knowing how to even relax with one another—it was all too easy to succumb to a lifetime of bad habits.
     Of course, I knew my given position in the Thatcher sisters, volunteering to have our first Saturday morning book club meeting at my house. There were times I doubted that I’d ever get my “Is everybody happy?” theme song out of my head.
     It didn’t matter that I had a full-time job. That I battled unrelenting fatigue. That Geoff and I were starting renovations on our house next week. I laughed and brushed off their multiple “We can do this, Jillian,” offers with lighthearted responses of “I’m good. Really. This isn’t a problem at all.”
And then I’d resorted to a last-minute trip to the grocery store for premade options for this morning’s breakfast.
     “A girl has to do what a girl has to do” was fast becoming my mantra. Only I was doing less and less and hoping to get by.
     Winston scratched at the back door leading from the kitchen to the yard, distracting me from my musings on the power of caffeine mixed with a heavy dose of self-doubt.
     I bent down and ruffled his white ears before opening the door. “Sorry to leave you sitting there.”
A knock at the front door signaled the arrival of one sister—most likely Johanna, who was always early.
     She greeted me with a quick hug, setting her leather purse and her book on the small oak table Geoff and I kept by the front door. At least she’d brought her copy of the book we’d chosen. The question was, had she read it?
     “Good to see you, Joey. How are you?”
     “Tired.” Johanna slipped off her leather sandals, looking trim in black capris and a red flowing top with cutout shoulders. “Between my work and Beckett’s schedule at the academy, life’s crazy.”
     “Still, it must be nice having him in the same state at least.”
     “He might as well have kept his original assignment in Alabama. The superintendent at the academy keeps him so busy dealing with speeches and briefings and I don’t know what else, we barely see each other.”
     “But you see him more than you did when he lived in another state, right?” And not seeing each other was the norm for Beckett and Johanna.
     “I’m not keeping track of hours and minutes.”
     “One thing I know is you and Beckett can do this. You’ve managed a long-distance relationship for years, which means you can manage crazy hours with both of you living in the same town. I remember how excited you both were the weekend he drove into the Springs.”
     “You’re right, Jilly. I’m still getting used to this new phase. It was so sudden.”
     “Why don’t you go make a cup of coffee? I apologize that it’s from a plastic pod and not your preferred French press. But I do have cream . . .” Had I taken the time to put it in the fridge? Payton pulled up in front of the house as I started to close the door. “I’ll wait here for Payton.”
     “Sounds good.” My oldest sister disappeared in a light cloud of her Coco perfume.
     Payton released her long auburn hair from its ponytail as she half ran up the sidewalk. “Hey!”
     “No need to run—you’re not late.”
      “I lost track of time.” She shook her head, strands falling around her shoulders.
     “Well, come on in.” We shared a quick hug. “Do you want coffee or water?”
      “Both sound great. I’m dehydrated and undercaffeinated—a bad combination, especially if I want to get along with Johanna this morning.”
     “Don’t start.” I resisted the urge to shake my finger at Payton.
     “It was a joke.”
     In the kitchen, Johanna had arranged the fresh-from-a-plastic-container muffins onto a plate. The premade fruit salad now sat on the counter in a white ceramic bowl.
     “Thanks.” I retrieved a serving spoon from the drawer. “I could have done that.”
     “I figured I would make myself useful while I waited for my coffee.” She gave Payton a slow once-over. “Did you just come from the gym?”
     “Technically, yes, but I was coaching, not working out. I met one of my JV girls for a private lesson. She wanted to work on blocking.” She raised both hands, waving aside her explanation.        “Sorry if you’re offended, big sister. I couldn’t shower if I wanted to be here close to on time.”
Johanna hadn’t commented on my casual attire of relaxed jeans and a navy-blue Broncos T-shirt—a well-loved gift from Dad. But Johanna and Payton would find something to bicker about even if they’d taken a vow of silence. And me? I would always be the designated driver of the emotional vehicle that carried our merry little trio.

Taken from Moments We Forget by Beth K. Vogt. Copyright © 2019. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved.

My review...

This is part of a series, but it could easily stand alone. (I’m sure there would be a greater appreciation for the family dynamics if the books are read in order, however.)

I’ve never read a book by Vogt before, and this one had me asking, “Why not?” I will certainly have to fix that! The book is over 400 pages, but it certainly didn’t seem like it, as it was easy to get wrapped up in the lives of the sisters and fly through the story.

The sisters deal with a number of realistic struggles and challenges, including cancer/chemotherapy and unemployment to self-worth. It’s a beautiful, emotional tale, and I look forward to the next book in the series.

Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy, but I wasn’t required to leave a positive review.

About Beth...

Beth K. Vogt is a nonfiction author and editor who said she’d never write fiction. She’s the wife of an Air Force family physician (now in solo practice) who said she’d never marry a doctor—or anyone in the military. She’s a mom of four who said she’d never have kids. Now Beth believes God’s best often waits behind doors marked Never. Beth’s first novel for Tyndale House Publishers, Things I Never Told You, released in May 2018. Moments We Forget, book two in the Thatcher Sisters series, releases May 2019.

Beth is a 2016 Christy Award winner, a 2016 ACFW Carol Award winner, and a 2015 RITA Award finalist. Her 2014 novel, Somebody Like You, was one of Publishers Weekly’s Best Books of 2014. A November Bride was part of the Year of Weddings series by Zondervan. Having authored nine contemporary romance novels or novellas, Beth believes there’s more to happily ever after than the fairy tales tell us.

An established magazine writer and former editor of the leadership magazine for MOPS International, Beth blogs for Novel Academy and The Write Conversation and also enjoys speaking to writers’ groups and mentoring other writers. She lives in Colorado with her husband, Rob, who has adjusted to discussing the lives of imaginary people, and their youngest daughter, Christa, who loves to play volleyball and enjoys writing her own stories. Connect with Beth at

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  1. I relate to the quote Imperfection is relatable. Your review and the synopsis of this book have caught my attention. I plan on checking out the series.

    1. That's a good quote, Bernice. I can relate to many of them.

      Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed my review and post. Thanks for visiting my blog. Good luck!

  2. ‘Use the talents you possess’
    None of us are perfect, so if we are all waiting for the ‘perfect’ person to jump in and do something we might be waiting a long time!

    1. Patty, that's so true!

      Good luck, and thanks for stopping by my blog.

    2. Patty: I like your perspective! Thanks for joining the conversation today.

  3. The quote that hit me was,

    "I realized that I don't have to be perfect. All I have to do is show up and enjoy the messy, imperfect, and beautiful journey of my life."
    Kerry Washington (1977-), American actress

    Sometimes I just forget to relax and enjoy my imperfect life!

    1. That's one that hit home with me, too. (And, I really like Kerry Washington, too.) My husband tells me to relax all the time!

      Thanks for visiting my blog, and good luck!

    2. Sewzalot: Thanks for sharing your favorite quote -- and relaxing helps us embrace the imperfect, does't it?

  4. I liked the quotes, but my favorite was part of what the author said -- We may not like it, but when we abandon the pursuit of perfection, we realize life can be both imperfect and good.

    This is so true!

    1. Dianna, I agree. That's a great reminder.

      Good luck, and thanks for stopping by my blog.

    2. SavingsInSeconds: I'm glad you were encouraged by what I said -- it's definitely helped me relax and appreciate the good in life.

  5. Bernice: That's one of my favorite quotes about imperfection, too. Thanks for visiting.

  6. Henry van Dyke's quote is one I'm keeping to read every day. I'm inspired!

    1. Danielle: I'm glad the quote by Henry Van Dyke inspired you. If I was an artist, I'd try putting that one to calligraphy and some sort of artwork.

    2. I really like that one, too.

      Good luck, and thanks for visiting my blog.

  7. These are great quotes, Beth! I love Kerry Washington's quote, as well as Conrad Hall's and Lauren Conrad's. Something I learned this week was that what I see when I look in the mirror isn't what my friends see. I see blemishes and they said they see love. <3 Hugs!

    1. Angie: What a wonderful perspective! Thanks for sharing with us the truth that our friends see us through eyes of love.

    2. Angie, I love that! It's so true. Thanks for sharing.

      Good luck!

  8. Such a great post and quotes. I find it true in my life about self-acceptance and belonging. Thank you Leslie and Beth for sharing.

    1. Hi, Jan: Thanks for joining the conversation -- and yes, Brene Brown always has such insight, doesn't she?

    2. It is great insight, indeed, Jan. Thanks for stopping by my blog. Good luck!

  9. You just MUST read all Beth's books! I've been hooked since the very first one.

    1. Thank you for saying so, Susan! :)

    2. :)

      I'm glad to hear that you enjoy them. Good luck! Thanks for visiting my blog.