Hi folks, I’m so excited to join you fillies during this special 4th of July week!

I’m an old-fashioned girl. Always have been. And growing up on the family farm, with grandparents in the old farmhouse next door and cousins living all around us, I can’t imagine my life without family. Now that I’m married with four kids of my own, I treasure my family even more—both immediate and extended!

In my books, I tend to weave the importance of family into each story somewhere, and my newest release, This Healing Journey, is no exception! It’s the story of a father, seeking out the son he gave up as an infant. The story of unconditional love.

I first met these characters in book 1 of this series, This Treacherous Journey, beginning the book with Simeon Grant—a father who was grieving the loss of his wife and feeling as if he has no choice but to give his newborn twins to another family to raise. I wrote this part of the story a week after my third daughter was born, and I cried buckets through the writing!

Now in my newest book, the baby boy is all grown up. And Simeon finally puts action to that longing to know the son he loves more than he can say.

The story has an even stronger emotional connection for me, because my younger brother and sister were both adopted into our family. I can’t imagine their birth parents having the courage to give them up for adoption unless they knew without a doubt it was the best choice for those sweet babies!

As we reach the halfway point of 2019, the year has already brought many changes to our family! We just welcomed a new baby to our family on June 5th—a sweet little boy named Matthew. His three sisters are definitely in love! 

My brother and his wife also added to their family, bringing a new baby girl to snuggle. I never tire of hearing “Aunt Misty” from a sweet toddler voice. On the other hand, my grandparents—my heroes—seem to age a little more each day, reminding me again that time is precious. I must seize every moment I can to enjoy those God has given me a special connection to.

So, as you enter the summer months, it’s my prayer that you’ll take a moment to cherish your own family. Remember all the special moments. Spend extra time with those you love. Relish the treasures God placed in your life!

What about you? Do you have a special family memory to share? Or maybe you’ve seen changes in your family this year! Share in the comments below for a chance to win a signed paperback of This Healing Journey. I can’t wait to hear your stories!


Misty M. Beller is a USA Today bestselling author, writing romantic mountain stories set on the 1800s frontier and woven with the truth of God’s love.

She was raised on a farm in South Carolina, so her Southern roots run deep. Growing up, her family was close, and they continue to keep that priority today. Her husband and daughters now add another dimension to her life, keeping her both grounded and crazy.

God has placed a desire in Misty’s heart to combine her love for Christian fiction and the simpler ranch life, writing historical novels that display God’s abundant love through the twists and turns in the lives of her characters. 

Misty loves to connect at her website, FacebookGoodreadsTwitter, Bookbub, and Pinterest



This Healing Journey:

The mountain wilderness of her family’s home in the Canadian Rockies is all Hannah Grant has ever known. Now at the age of twenty-four, she’s on a journey to help her father to find the son he gave up for adoption three decades before. This is Hannah’s chance to discover the life she’s missed out on so far—and hopefully find a husband along the way. But she certainly doesn’t plan to fall for the first man she meets. 

Years in the cavalry provided Nathaniel Peak with more than his share of violence and adventure. That life behind him, he wants nothing more than to settle down in the beautiful Montana mountains and raise his own stock—in peace. The last thing he expects is the savagely wounded child who shows up in his barn. Nor the woman he comes to rely on for the girl’s care. 

Hannah can’t help but fall in love with the brave Indian child who so desperately needs her, but no matter what, she can’t let herself fall for the man whose past choices go against everything she believes in. As the situation grows worse, Hannah and Nathaniel are forced to make a heart-rending decision to save the girl’s life. Little do they imagine, the choice they make could spell disaster for them all.


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  1. Summers with my paternal grandparents. They some how knew we need a safe place in the summer.

  2. We have moved and two of my daughters moved with us as well as my grandson. As we settle, we find ourselves happy.

  3. I have a rather small family and we have never been very close. So, I really don’t have any special family memories to share.

  4. I grew up in a small community and biggest part of my family lived there. I can remember spending time with my grandparents and the rest of the family. As we got older we married and moved away from the community but when I go back there now its still like home for me.

  5. I grew up on a farm with six siblings. As the oldest I was tasked with the responsibility of watching the youngsters. We were close when we were younger, but as we married and moved away, the closeness seemed to fade away. Now there only two of us left. We live miles apart, but keep in touch by text and Facebook.

  6. I grew up in a small town with my grandparents and cousins close by. Everyone knew everyone and there was always a wave and a smile. I wouldn’t trade those days for anything.

  7. spending summers with a very close and wonderful great aunt and uncle was memorable when I was young. Our family loved this special time visiting and I still remember their home and the wonderful meals which my aunt cooked and what a baker too. I miss them and the beauty of the memories keeps me.

  8. Earlier this summer we drove 12 hours to go to a family reunion for my grandfather’s side of the family. I only met my grandpa once growing up and know next to nothing about that family history. Everyone was so welcoming to me, my husband, and our boys that we’re making plans to attend next year’s gathering. I came away with a box full of pictures and mementos, including a picture of my great-grandmother holding my grandfather as a baby. It was like discovering a piece of myself I didn’t even realize I was missing.

  9. Family is precious and having them around when I was a little girl meant the world to me. I looked forward to the cousins, my grandmothers and enjoyed going to the country with them. Now it is not the same at all as we have dispersed and are not close.

  10. When we spent a week in the summer at a fishing camp we enjoyed this setting. A lake perfect for swimming and fishing and a rustic cabin where we read and wrote letters to my aunt and grandmother in the city. Now I realize that these were a very unique and memorable week which meant a great deal to my parents since we could never replicate them again.

  11. Oh my I so agree with you about family. And I was blessed to marry into a family who feels the same way. Our two children are now on their own and yet they feel the same. I just love how “family” makes me feel. I love to make quilts for special occasions for family – new baby, wedding, etc. Last year was tough for my immediate family.In January my dad got really sick and he went down hill super fast. He suddenly got diabetes, two different cancers, dementia just to name a few. We buried him in September. I was named executor of his will. Oh gosh that was a nightmare. My husband and my sister were right there with me the whole time. He is in heaven with my mom now. Someday I will see them both again. Thank you Jesus.

  12. I have 3 older brothers and 2 younger sisters, we had very wonderful parents and we all grew up being pretty close to each other, we always had everything we needed plus more and we never lacked anything. My dad worked and my mom stayed at home with us. When we were young and Christmas was right around the corner, my mom would tell us that she was going to go talk to Santa and so she would have us all trace our feet to see what size shoes we needed, we would go to school and she would go talk to Santa, anyways come Christmas day, we always got what we asked for and we each got an outfit and a new pair of shoes that Always fit! 🙂 You know, I am now a senior citizen myself, we lost my dad 14 years ago and we lost our mom this past March, so Memories like these I will forever cherish and will forever have them engraved in my Heart. Thank you for this blog and Thank you for this moment of sharing my special memories. Of course there are lots more memories, but this one I truly Love and am very grateful to my parents for Always loving us, we all(my siblings and I and our families) remain pretty close with each other still and God willing it will stay that way, my parents taught us well. God Bless you all.

  13. I am a pastor’s daughter … or preacher’s kid, as some like to teasingly call me. So, that meant quite often we had people visiting with us, living with us, and having Sunday dinner at our table, etc. I remember as a teen thinking wouldn’t it be nice to just be “our” family tonight. So, when I got married, it was important for me to establish “our” family time. My dad passed away when I was 30 years old. It left such a void in my life for years. One of the greatest gifts my husband did for me was to fly us out to Gillette, Wyoming so I could spend time with dad one more time … just one more time. I will never forget the willingness of the pilot who flew us to Wyoming so he could log hours. What a gift. What a meaningful time of sharing “I love you’s,” realizing God’s goodness to us even in times of such sadness, and learning to make family priority. There are times in life when you just can’t buy back time. Thank you for your wonderful post. I love the picture of you and your beautiful horse as well as the kids! Family … such a gift.

  14. I grew up on a farm and my brother and I got to enjoy a lot of different animals. We raised sheep and my brother and I would go in the middle of the night to check on them, to make sure they’re not having trouble birthing their babies. It was sooooo dark and the barn was not close to the house. We would hold hands and sing Jesus Loves Me, that song helped us a lot of those nights.
    I had to deliver a lamb when I was in HS and it was amazing. I’ve always wanted to deliver a real baby. I was in labor with my 2nd child and when I was in labor my doctor told me to reach down and put my hands under the babies arm pits. He told me to finish delivering my baby, WHAAAAT? He told me to wait until I felt a contraction then push and hang on to the baby. I felt the contraction I push and my sweet baby came out and I brought her up to my chest. Whew…what a precious memory

  15. Hello Misty! Thank you for this wonderful post!

    This year both my Mom and brother started new jobs.

  16. What a lovely post. We have so many wonderful memories, some of the best are of the summers that our grandchildren spent with us.

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