Songs of Salvation by Janalyn Voigt

Posted June 10, 2018 by Phyllis Helton in Songs of Salvation /

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When You Disappoint God

by Janalyn Voigt

“Write what you know” is common advice given to authors. I write about triumph over the consequences of sin in my characters’ lives. I consider myself an authority on this topic because I lived it. Lifestyle choices led me down paths I shouldn’t have taken. Like America Liberty Reed, the heroine of Hills of Nevermore (Montana Gold 1), I became an unwed mother, afraid I had separated myself from God’s love forever.

Does God hate us when we sin? I knew from studying the Bible that He doesn’t. My sense of shame whispered that He did.

I tried to compensate by staying up late and rising early to provide the best life possible for my child. After a long commute to and from my high-stress job in a Seattle skyscraper, I came home every night to care for my daughter. I could barely afford to pay for babysitting. I didn’t qualify for food stamps because I was buying my house. This went on for about a year. My pastor’s wife cared for my baby while I worked, but really her whole family adopted her. My baby cried for me when I left her each morning, and she cried for her babysitter when I took her away each evening.

Why does God hate sin? I asked in prayer, years later. The answer came back, loud and clear. Because innocent people have to pay for it. I saw that in my child’s sorrows. I wanted with a passionate zeal to make her life better. I determined to find a way to change our situation. Heartsick, I prayed for a way to work from home. My main duty, issuing insurance policies, could be done from home. After I pointed this out to my boss, he agreed to allow me to telecommute.

I still thank God for his mercy to my child and me.


Why do bad things happen to innocent people? America asks this question in Hills of Nevermore. She receives the same answer I did – because sin exists.

Ah, but so does mercy. God helped me understand the arrogance of holding myself guilty when He did not. I was able to forgive myself, receive God’s forgiveness, and start anew. Today I am married to a wonderful Christian man who is a good father to my sweet daughter.

“You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness, to the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent” (Psalm 30:11-2 WEB).

About Janalyn Voigt

Janalyn Voigt fell in love with literature at an early age when her father read chapters from classics as bedtime stories. When Janalyn grew older, she put herself to sleep with tales “written” in her head.

Today Janalyn is a storyteller who writes in multiple genres. The same elements–romance, mystery, adventure, history, and whimsy–appear in all her novels in proportions dictated by their genre.


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2 responses to “Songs of Salvation by Janalyn Voigt

  1. Yes amen i understand. I asked a girl out aged 15 she accepted .Pregnant in a month just three times sex. Wore the stuff told on sale.No matter I paid from my paper round to have that child aborted. She agreed as just 15 like me trouble lay ahead. I told no one before but it pains me now with no offspring to claim my titles my love and my faith in God. I have been may things in my life but never evil or cruel though almost. wild existence led army and then law. Farmed in between all. Lost all and picked myself up from drunk to be a saver. Wrong choices always seem to plague me. I rich in some ways here but in UK I would survive and no more as rents 800 a month food the same. I stuck it without fear with a job but on pensions not a chance. Here no rates no taxes only 6 % on foods costing a third of Uk. I know we are born to die but we must serve God.i nearly became a priest aged 12 taken to semenary but after six weeks said no. It was hurtful for mother but joyous for me I had proved to me that it was all a lie.As a historian through two years of uni and degree in law and history I was serving In Palestine searching hard in the city of mirrors and found no Jesus. Pliny tells us and he was there at that day Jesus Barabus and Pontious Pilate stood on that platform in the Western Wall wailing wall to me. No three men could have stood even close on that iron step just out side of Roman army office that Pilate work in. It was over than for me Paul had lied. For years I had no God I lost my sister aged 36 cancer ,father cancer 70 and mother heart attack 87. Here in sandbags plaster dust all over everything hoping for it to be a home.i prayed out loud in certain anger. Told the air around me if he existed at all to appear before me to say he loves me enough to forgive. I know I am not worthy. Send me my father as only man I could trust. It went on for ages ranting at nothing getting it all off my chest. Weeks passed I had moved on another day another coat of plaster stairs in and maybe pipe for water .Brick piles stood all over the floor earth floor beneath us. Dispair the sinking feeling always near to hunt us. I was dressing for bed smacking off the dust from my gown .Suddenly in the doorway hole stood my father looking beyond me but in the same suit jacket and slacks he wore most.Black tie and white shirt and no glasses .handsome and younger but it was him.Foir as long as I could see him and then I blinked and he was gone.God had answered this old fool and i sank to my knees in the dust banging my knee of a plaster trowel and was in disbelief that God had heard me ,nay nay God had answered me