Author of Lion Heart & Alessio: The Victory Ride Series

Love Came Down – My Valentine’s Day Rescue Story

Mixed Media Art by Megan Joy Chapman

Mixed Media on Canvas using Acrylics, Paper, Ink, and Metal

It was two weeks before Valentines Day. Other than an occasional crow from a rooster and some chirping birds that morning, the room was quiet when i sat down to read my Bible. Chap had already left for work and i was alone. Well, i thought i was.

As i opened to my daily reading, i’d love to say i was full of joy ready to seize the day with exuberance – but that would be a big fat lie.  The truth is, i was completely discouraged.  I’d been through a long season of disappointments, including some stressful circumstances, and i was desperate to grab hold of just a crumb of refreshment. I wondered when God might fly down to rescue me and lift me out of my pit.

Although i’m fully aware and thankful for my many blessings, the negative feelings consuming me were not lining up with what i know is true – I know God is always good and i know He always comes through for me. So all i can do in these long seasons is pray, and wait patiently for Him to act.

So there i am, about to read my first sentence, when the TV turns on and startles me. A scripture from Romans 7 appears on the screen. I look across the room and see the clicker sitting on the coffee table. As far as i can see, i’m still alone.

Then, Dr. Sumrall (i think that’s his name) comes on the screen. He’s in the middle of teaching a sermon. I’m perplexed but invigorated. What just happened? I only pick up pieces of what he’s saying because i keep looking over at the lonely clicker. I squint my eyes thinking it will help me see the invisible angel i assume is standing there.

Dr. Sumrall beckons my attention. “I love God’s law with all my heart. But there is another power within me that is at war with my mind . . . Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death? Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord.”

The words strike me and i suddenly don’t feel so alone. I close my Bible and listen to the TV.

“For his Spirit joins with our spirit to affirm that we are God’s children. And since we are God’s children, we are his heirs. In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God’s glory. But if we are to share his glory, we must also share his suffering.”

The words are familiar but i’m hearing them differently than ever before.

“. . . we must wait patiently and confidently.”

The sermon ends and it goes to commercial. Tears stream down my cheeks as i turn it off. I’m feeling comforted now, because i’m reminded that God always sees me. He knows me. And He loves me. I’m certain He wants to speak to my currant situation through Romans 7 and 8, so i grab my Bible and quickly go there.

Since he did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, won’t he also give us everything else? . . . for Christ died for us and was raised to life for us, and he is sitting in the place of honor at God’s right hand, pleading for us . . . Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death? . . . No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us . . .

I take a deep breath. I’m amazed by God’s faithfulness. I close my Bible and look up. On the wall in front of me is a painting i created two years ago, Love Came Down. I reread the lyrics printed on the canvas and smile. Then i thank God for rescuing me once again.

Love Came Down – Kari Jobe – Listen Here

If my heart is overwhelmed
And I cannot hear your voice
I hold on to what is true
Though I cannot see

If the storms of life they come
And the road ahead gets steep
I will lift these hands in faith
I will believe

I’ll remind myself
Of all that you’ve done
And the life I have
Because of your son

Love came down and rescued me
Love came down and set me free
I am yours
Lord I’m forever yours
Mountains high or valley low
I sing out and remind my soul
I am yours
I am forever yours
When my heart is filled with hope
Every promise comes my way
When I feel your hands of grace
Rest upon me
Staying desperate for you, god
Staying humble at your feet
I will lift these hands in praise
I will believe
I’ll remind myself
Of all that you’ve done
And the life I have
Because of your son

Choosing Thankfulness No Matter What

You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. You honor me by anointing my head with oil. My cup overflows with blessings. – PSALM 23:5

I love how God set up our Thanksgiving holiday to fall just before Christmastime and then the New Year. It paints an amazing picture of Redemption. A heart of thankfulness to God yields blessings and gifts, which in turn brings new life where the old passes away and the new is born.

Before I became a Christian I was far from thankful. I was blind to God’s sovereignty and what He had in store for my future. As I grew to know Him better, I became more and more thankful because I saw Him moving in my life and in the lives around me. I began to recognize His beauty in creation whenever I gazed at the stars or watched the sun set over the ocean. I saw Him everywhere!

I even had a specific word prayed over me after church one Sunday— that I’d become an abundantly thankful woman—I would be so thankful that I’d even thank God for my toaster. I found it hard to be thankful at that time in my life because I was suffering through several trials at once— including health, marriage, and financial stress. But regardless I received the prayer, and that week I chose to be thankful—even for my toaster. Guess what happened? My toaster broke. Then my washing machine. And yes, even my car. All that same week!

The old ungrateful me would have spiraled into a pit. But instead, I called my friend who had prayed and told her what happened. She laughed. Not because she’s mean. She just wasn’t surprised. Long story short she basically said, “There’s a good guy and there’s a bad guy. When we believe the good guy and do what He says, the bad guy gets mad.” She told me to keep being thankful no matter what.

It didn’t happen overnight, but as I continued to choose thankfulness (even when I didn’t feel thankful) or when I declared Gods goodness (no matter what my circumstances looked like) eventually I saw blessings and gifts pour into my life and overflow into other people’s lives. The Lord honored my faith by granting me more faith and more joy. And He continues to make me new, day by day, as I trust in Him.

If you’re in a tough season where thankfulness is the last thing you feel like doing, do it anyways. God is preparing a feast for you in the presence of your enemies. Christmas will come. And a new season of fresh hope will soon fill your cup.

Thankfulness, Thankful, Lychee Wood Sign, Megan Joy Chapman, mixed media art

Rustic Lychee Wood Sign, Hand-Carved, Acrylic Paint- by Megan Joy Chapman

King’s Faith, A Good Christian Movie

Kings Faith, Faith-based, Christian, Family-friendly, MovieIf you’re on the hunt for a good, family-friendly movie this holiday season, check out King’s Faith. Chap (my husband) and I watched it the other night and equally enjoyed it.

Finding solid, Christian flicks we both like is always a bonus. We thought the content in King’s Faith was entertaining and inspiring— and thought provoking enough to keep teenagers interested.

The movie is about an eighteen year-old foster kid, Brendan King, who is trying to break free from his shady past. Sent to prison at fifteen, he starts reading the Bible and gives his life to Jesus. Paroled at eighteen, he is placed in a Christian foster home and is determined to live a life of faith. But when his former gang shows up, threatening him and the people he loves, Brendan’s faith is put to the test. Will he trust God no matter what challenges face him, or will he give up and go back to his roots?

Learn more about King’s Faith at: www.kingsfaith.com

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Hawaiian Sunset Crazy Quilt

Those who live at the ends of the earth stand in awe of your wonders. From where the sun rises to where it sets, you inspire shouts of joy. -Psalm 65:8

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Hawaiian Crazy Quilt design by Megan Joy Chapman. Peruvian Walnut Custom Frame by Ray Strauss. Finished Piece measures 48″ square.

Last year I discovered two things. I love creating mixed media art, and I love creating mixed media art! Fabric, acrylic, bottle caps, bottles! I’ve become obsessed with texture and the infinite ways I can express an idea through media.

With my fashion and costume background, fabrics are a natural go-to for me. I have a ton of leftover scraps from previous projects and also from my days working at Seaside Music Theater in Daytona Beach. We produced countless costumes for many musicals and plays and the fabrics were often glitzy and fun. My sewing supervisor, Kim, was an avid quilter and saved discarded pieces for her quilts. She said she particularly liked crazy quilting “Cause it’s fast.”

One day Kim showed me how she crazy quilted and I loved that there was no measuring or patterning involved. She just delved into her project and started piecing together colorful shapes. “See,” Kim said, “Instant gratification.” But it sounded better when she said it because she was from Long Island with a definitive accent. She also wore cat-eye glasses, was about 5’11, blonde, and all legs. But more about Kim later.

Fast-forward to 2015 living in Hawaii (about twenty years later). I’m finally ready to decorate the walls of my newly remodeled home. I want something extravagant to set the tone throughout the house–something central, colorful, big. And something that reflects God’s majestic creation. So I decide to make my first crazy quilt using leftover remnants. You’d think for my first one I’d start small. But ohhh no. Not me. I went for it. The finished piece turned out to be a 48″ square!  I know. Crazy right? But I did it, and it makes me smile when I look at it.

The whole process of stitching together a bunch of frayed uneven scraps and then creating something vibrant and beautiful with them, to me, is profoundly inspiring. As I saw the odd-shaped pieces begin to transform and then finally develop into a finished work, I had an epiphany of how God works in us. He takes the broken pieces of our lives, transforms them with His perfect love, and makes us completely whole in Him.

And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns. – Philippians 1:6

Remember Kim? She became a dear friend, mentor, and also led me to the Lord. She even crafted parts of my wedding gown in intricate crazy quilt designs. Looking back (if I know my Kim) she probably prayed over every piece.

But how masterful is God in all this? All those moons ago, when Kim was teaching me to crazy quilt, praying for me, God already knew the revelation I’d have when I made my first quilt many sunsets later! Now that’s something to shout about!

Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3:11

Crazy Quilt Wedding Dress Pics

My boss at the costume shop patterned the bodice and long skirt. Kim did all the crazy quilting and constructed most of the separates. I designed everything, patterned the cape along with my husbands vest, and constructed some of the pieces in the collection.

Megan Joy Chapman, Crazy Quilt Art

Side-front of gown with side train. I made the veil from lightweight embroidered net.


Megan Joy Chapman, Crazy Quilt Art

The back had a piece that fanned out and then cascaded down the right side.


Megan Joy Chapman, Crazy Quilt Art

I have the gown, vest, and accessories displayed in a large cabinet in our bedroom.


Megan Joy Chapman, Crazy Quilt Art

My Husbands Vest


Megan Joy Chapman, Crazy Quilt Art

There was a cape with a crazy quilted collar.


Megan Joy Chapman, Crazy Quilt Art

For the reception I had a mini. It was the 90’s!

How to Crazy Quilt

For more info on crazy quilting go to: What are Crazy Quilts on Craftsy.  The Craftsy website offers online classes with optional feedback from instructors. Or you can google Crazy Quilting and find many different websites and free video tutorials.

Overcoming Discouragement. The Walls Have Come Down Easter Blessing Poem

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The Walls Have Come Down

Happy Easter, Lovelies!

I wanted to share an encouraging word the Lord gave me after Sunday’s sermon at Living Stones Church on overcoming discouragement. After receiving prayer, I was inspired to write down what the Holy Spirit spoke. I hope it blesses you as it did me.

The Walls Have Come Down

I am at home in your body and it’s a good place to be. You are a temple of My Spirit—the walls have come down. I delight in you. You are right where I want you to be, so rest in Me. We are one.

You are seated with Me in heavenly places, and when I look at you, I see a masterpiece. What once was a frayed swatch has been carefully and respectfully embroidered and grafted into My glorious design.

You are not finished yet. But the work of My hands brings Me great pleasure. I AM the Master Craftsman and you, My daughter/My son, are a work of art.

Do not run ahead of Me or lag behind. Stay the course and follow alongside Me. Trust Me so I can lead you to where I have promised. Then you will find peace and rest in this race.

Be strengthened My daughter/My son for My words are life to your body—an ever flowing spring overflowing with blessings.

The walls have come down.

I delight in you.

By Megan Joy Chapman xo

Goût de France: Provencal Chicken Sausage

 Provencal Chicken Sausage

Our first three days in France were spent indulging in foods we don’t normally eat on a daily basis—like French sausage and cured meats, fresh from the Farmers Market. The varieties of sausage displayed at the open markets were unbelievable, offering a huge selection of flavors like herb, garlic, fennel, and pepper— just to name a few.

Market Day Sausage

Having our larger meal for lunch, like true Frenchies, we’d usually have a smaller market day meal at night. This usually consisted of cheese, sausage, cured meat, bread, olives, and whatever else looked good to us that day. But after three days of eating this way, my fingers swelled and I wondered if I’d have to have my rings cut off.

Our rookie digestions were also less to be desired. I guess the French have cast-iron stomachs or maybe they’re born with a special salt filter. One night my husband had heartburn so bad, we thought he might be having a heart attack! So after a few days of stress and discomfort, we took a break and tried eating a bit lighter for the next few days. Wussie Americans.

Although I love the taste of salty cured fresh meats, they’ve become an occasional indulgence. But my Provençal Chicken Sausage is a healthy alternative which eliminates the hard-to-digest sausage casing. I use this recipe all the time in a variety of dishes. It especially works well added as a topping to my Rustic Provencal Pizza, tossed in my Roasted Provencal Tomato Sauce, or in my Market Day Stuffed Mushrooms (Coming Soon!). No more swollen fingers, crazy digestion, or heart attacks for this crew. Bon Appetit!

Provencal Chicken Sausage Ingredients

1 lb. chicken breasts (about 2 large boneless breasts cut in chunks)

1 lb. chicken thighs (about 4 cut in chunks)

1 tablespoon fresh rosemary, chopped

3 large cloves garlic, chopped

½ -1 teaspoon crushed red pepper

1 heaping tablespoon Herbs de Provence

1 ½ teaspoons salt

½ teaspoon pepper

1 tablespoon freshly ground nutmeg

2 tablespoons pure maple syrup

1 tablespoon fresh thyme (or 1 teaspoon dried)

1 tablespoon fresh sage leaves, chopped

¼ cup chopped shallot (about 1 shallot)

¼ cup extra virgin olive oil (plus 2 tablespoons for sautéing)

Parchment paper for freezing

Provencal Chicken Sausage Directions

Grind chicken chunks in a food processor. Add rest of ingredients and blend until well incorporated, scraping the sides of bowl as needed. Mixture will be sticky.

 Raw Provencal Chicken Sausage

I prefer making this a day ahead and then storing it in the fridge to allow the flavors to marry. You can also store in the freezer to use at a later date.  Just divide the mixture in half, scoop each onto parchment, and then roll into a log. Twist ends of parchment to seal and label the logs. Place logs in a Ziploc and Freeze until needed. Each log should be about 1 lb.

Sausage in Parchment

When you’re ready to cook your sausage, add 2 tablespoons of EVOO to a heated skillet and sauté sausage by breaking it up with a spatula.  If you’re taking the sausage from the freezer, make sure it’s fully defrosted. Cook till lightly browned and heated through.

Provencal Chicken Sausage

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Goût de France: Sunday in Saint Remy de Provence

Rustic Provencal Pizza 

Provencal Tomato Sauce

Market Day Stuffed Mushrooms (Coming Soon!)

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Goût de France: Thanks, Mom!

Click here to check out Megan’s educational adventure book for kids ages 8-12!

Goûts de France: Toasting on the TGV (Train a Grande Vitesse)

The TGV (Train à Grande Vitesse)

The TGV (Train a Grande Vitesse)

Fighting jet-lag , I managed to enjoy the 2.5 hour ride from Paris to Avignon on the TGV (train a grande vitesse). We’d booked a Club 4— a booth with reclining seats and fold-down tables. Pretty comfortable and roomy.

While our two friends rested, Chap, my husband and I went up to the second floor lounge to have our first toast in France. The Frenchman behind the counter was a one-man show. He spoke pretty good English and was busy serving up drinks and hot food for the duration of the trip. While Chap ordered us champagne, I grabbed a stool by the window and breathed in the stunning landscapes of the French countryside. It reminded me of Jean Marcs, paintings.

tgv (train a grande vitesse)-Provence landscape window view

Provence Hilltop Painting by Jean Marc

The only thing missing was Vivaldi. Whenever I hear Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, I always picture rolling European hills and bright sweeping landscapes. But the symphony of German and French conversations transpiring around me, along with the steady calming murmur of the train was pretty cool, too. A group of chatty twenty-something Germans were enjoying their cocktails and most likely heading to Provence on holiday. A young French woman had propped her pudgy baby up by the window to keep him entertained. I sat there smiling, teary, and overwhelmed— my lifelong dream of visiting France finally fulfilled.

Chap returned with our champagne. It was hard to believe we were traveling close to 200 mph. As we sped through the Rhone Valley, we caught glimpses of enchanting villas and grand castles. I was afraid to blink and risk missing any of it. It was like racing through an inspiring art exhibit with no time to admire the masterpieces.

tgv (train a grande vitesse)-Provence landscape window view

Provence Poppy Field Painting by Jean Marc

We were a few weeks too early to see the vibrant blooms of lavender fields, but we did spy some rows with hints of purple on the brink of maturity. Red poppies were abundant and looked like French knots embroidered over lush green meadows. Manicured vineyards created rows and shapes that added to the spectacular patchwork.

tgv (train a grande vitesse)-Provence landscape window view

French Countryside

Toasting on the TGV (Train a Grande Vitesse)

French Countryside and the American Dream
Chap and I weren’t taking our trip to France lightly. It was our Ebenezer Stone, a celebration of all that God has done for us throughout our twenty-year journey together. As we sat on the train gazing out the window, we recalled how far we’d come—from grassroots, working two or three jobs at $6/hour to living the American Dream—minus the 2.5 kids of course, but we’re still working on that one.

We struggled from being young and poor together, suffered through annoying health battles, grieved deaths of loved ones, and almost lost our home. Our ride hasn’t been easy. But only by the grace of God and a lot of hard work (in the worst economy of our lifetime) we own a home in Hawaii, have built a successful construction business, published my book, and conquered my dream of going to France.

So Chap and I received our first-time trip to France for what it was—a timely gift and fresh beginning. Clinking our glasses with a triumphant à votre santé! we raised our Ebenezer Stone and toasted to all God has done for us and has yet to do.

What are you toasting today? How about raising your own Ebenezer Stone and celebrating with my Champagne Aperitif and Cured Olive Tapenade?

Samuel took a large stone and placed it between the towns of Mizpah and Jeshanah. He named it Ebenezer—”the stone of help”—for he said, “Up to this point the Lord has helped us! —1 Samuel 7:12, NLT

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Goût de France: Thanks, Mom!

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Champagne Aperitif and Cured Olive Tapenade

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Love Life: Barren or Blessed

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Gustav Klimt- Mother & Child

Every November around my birthday and holiday season, I fall into this annoying pattern of feeling sorry for myself. With family back east, no children of my own –yet –and the big fat F-Word (40!) just around the corner, I start freaking out, questioning God’s timing and His purpose for my life. Fear creeps in and the inevitable questions nag at me. Will Chap and I ever get to experience a family of our own? Will we ever get to cook a Christmas feast and share stories around a family dinner table? Will I ever have another human being look at me with my eyes and call me Mom?

love life-family table

Knowing this pattern’s going to rear its ugly head each year –until I’m given everything I want, right here right now (yeah right!) I’ve begun strategizing in advance. First, I make sure to stay busy. On my birthday, I go to the salon and get my big unruly hair done – cut, colored, and straightened. This makes me feel like I’m reinventing myself—especially when my grays have become more than I can handle or pull out.

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Then of course, shopping and dinner plans are always in the mix. But before all that, I purposefully give myself a pep-talk and say, this year’s going to be different! I will not allow myself to focus on what I don’t have. I’m going to be thankful for what I do have and enjoy this season. I mean, it is THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR! Isn’t it? Yes. I can do this!

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So all suited up in my big girl panties, I pull myself up from my bootstraps (well, they’re more like cute high-heeled sandals in Hawaii, but you get the idea). I wake up on my 39th birthday ready to take on the season with gusto. But before my feet even hit the floor, I start freakin’ crying!

You’ve got to be kidding me! I think. I was sooo ready this time! Get a grip! But the tears don’t stop. Then guilt spits at me, making me feel worse. I feel bad that I’m not being thankful and still whining about the things I don’t have. So all I know to do in this situation is to pray. I grab my journal and the zebra-print and pink trim almost makes me smile (almost).

love life-journal

I start repenting and write down my prayers. Things like, Forgive me Lord for not being thankful for my life daily. Have mercy on me and let me enjoy this life, no matter what my circumstances. Help me to make LOVE my highest goal and enjoy the purpose and plan You’ve created for me, even if I don’t always understand it. Help me to love my life!

Then I start to get petty and ask God for a necklace for my birthday. I had gotten a very unique pair of earrings a few months earlier but needed a necklace to go with them. They were designed by a local artist—one-of-a-kind, copper long swirls.

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So after my hair appointment, I head into the boutique where I’d purchased the earrings months earlier. I approach the owner and describe the earrings and how I was hoping to find a matching necklace by the same artist.

love life-shopping

She tilts her head pensively and says, “I know the artist you’re talking about but I don’t think we have anything left from her.”

I sigh pitifully, say thank you, and turn to leave. But before I exit she says, “Hold on. I’m not sure if this is a match but I think it’s from the same artist…” On her tiptoes she reaches up onto a top shelf and pulls down a display that is hiding behind another display. She presents it to me.

At first glance, I see a tarnished whimsical mess. It’s totally me. And the length is perfect. Then my eyes refocus on the necklace and I see that the swirls are actually letters spelling out a message. LOVE LIFE!

love life necklace

I’m speechless.

“You can polish it up with some copper cleaner,” she says hopefully, trying to make out my frozen stare.

I try not to startle her with my sudden burst of enthusiasm and refrain from jumping up and down. “Umm, yeah! Definitely! I’ll take it!”

Long story short, I buy some copper cleaner and rush home to polish the necklace. In my bedroom, I find the earrings and they’re a perfect match. I pull out my journal and read the words I’d written that morning about choosing to love life— and yep—I start weeping again. But this time they’re tears of joy and thankfulness. My eyes are opened to the metaphor of me being a tarnished whimsical mess that God is daily shaping, reviving, and polishing for a special and unique purpose.

love life jewelry

In the simple message on the necklace, I’m reminded of God’s favor and love for me and overwhelmed by His grace and faithfulness. He heard my hearts cry. When I didn’t think He was listening, He was. And at that moment I realized that, yes! I can love this crazy life and purpose He’s given me— even if I don’t always understand it. I can trust God’s timing because He knows my every need—even the petty ones like a necklace!

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Celebrating my Blessed 39th Birthday at Beach Tree

For whoever finds Me finds life and receives favor from the LORD. PROVERBS 8:35

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How I Scored a Free Dinner and a Castle in France

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Ever since sixth grade geography class, I’ve dreamed about going to France—maybe because I’m a diehard romantic-foodie-art-lover that has always been fascinated by the avant-garde Parisian fashion. Even the language intrigues me—everything always sounds plus chic in French.

Over the past twenty years that I’ve known my husband and within our fourteen years of marriage, he’s endured my French fetish and endless whining about how I long to experience a steamy latte and fresh baked croissant in a quaint café, stroll down the Champs-Elysées, shop in a real boutique, marvel the Mona Lisa in the Louvre, and strike a pose in front of the Eiffel Tower. Realizing I’d never let my dream die, my husband promised that he’d get me to Paris before I turned forty. Well— I turn forty this year, so his plan looks glib.

But just as his plan was becoming an impossible feat, a miracle happened on the day my book, Lion Heart and Alessio: The Victory Ride, arrived at my front door. It was the first time I’d held my book in my hands and seen it in print.

megan joy chapman's book-lion heart and alessio

To celebrate, we had dinner plans with another couple at La Bourgogne restaurant—yep— French.

France inspiration-French restaurant

As we’re digging into our Chevre and Tomato Galette, our friends tell us that they’ve booked a castle in Provence, expenses paid, and would like us to join them.

France- Provence Villa

Could this day get any better? Yes, it can. And it does. After we’ve indulged in our perfectly paired wines, five-course succulent meals, and have planned and gushed over the infinite possibilities of our trip, we realize we’re the last ones in the restaurant. The lovely French waitress approaches and the husbands pull out their wallets. In her sultry accent she says, “The bill has already been taken care of.” Ends up, it was paid for by “Anonymous.”

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The Castles Private Pool

So, pretty much a no-brainer for us. WE’RE GOING TO FRANCE! We spend two weeks in our expenses paid castle in Provence and will spend the last week in Paris. To prepare for our trip we’ve been taking French lessons. So far, I’ve learned to say with big eyes, chin down, “Desole. Je ne parle pas Francais (Sorry, I don’t speak French). But I’m still plugging away at it.

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Our Private Garden!

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Tennis anyone?

I’m beside-my-self-cheerleader-kick-EXCITED! My hubby’s stoked, too, because he’s finally off the hook. He keeps saying to me, “See. I told you I’d get you to France before you turned forty.”

With a smitten smile to puff him up, I keep saying, “Nice work, Babe.”

Paris France apartment

This is our Paris apartment living area with a view! so we can people watch. Only a 5 minute walk to the Louvre Museum!

Paris France apartment

Our Paris Apartment Dining Room. Check out the chalkboard. Bienvenu a Paris (Welcome to Paris).

I could go on and on about how God has blown me away with His spot-on timing and has exceeded my expectations for this trip. The list is endless. Instead, I’ll just say this. Keep dreaming big and don’t give up! Your greatest desire may happen when you least expect it . . . and better than you ever imagined!

May he grant your heart’s desires and make all your plans succeed. PSALM 20:4

Merci, Seigner!

What are you dreaming big about?

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Galette Recipes

Gouda with Caramelized Onion, Fennel, and Apple Sausage Galette
Brie and Apple Galette
Gruyere, Prosciutto, and Poppy Seed Galette
Goat Cheese, Fig, and Prosciutto Galette

Click here to check out Megan’s educational adventure book for kids ages 8-12!

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