Short, Humor-Filled Readings that Offer Refreshing Insights

Genres: General Non Fiction

This February, inspirational humorist Debora M. Coty encourages women to join hands and hearts and approach the quest to conquer life’s worries with faith, a girlfriend, and a smile in Fear, Faith, and a Fistful of Chocolate.

Following the same lighthearted but heavy-hitting formula as Too Blessed to Be Stressed and More Beauty, Less Beast, the first two books in Debora’s self-proclaimed “Take on Life” series, Fear, Faith, and a Fistful of Chocolates is tailored to women worn down by everyday fears—financial, health, relationships, loss, pain, the unknown, the what-ifs—both real and imagined. In an age of uncertainty, women are actively seeking peace and hope for a better future. Coty encourages them to join hands and hearts and approach the quest to conquer life’s worries with faith, a girlfriend, and a smile.

About the Author

Debora M. Coty is a popular speaker, columnist, internationally published writer, and award-winning author and coauthor of dozens of books. She’s also a piano teacher, orthopedic occupational therapist, writing instructor, tennis enthusiast, and knows a lot more about stress than painting her toenails. The mother of two grown children, Debora lives in central Florida with her husband, Chuck, and desperately wicked pooch, Fenway. Learn more about Debora by visiting

Praise for Fear, Faith, and a Fistful of Chocolate

“Debora Coty has written a fresh approach to age-old questions: How do we move past the guilt, doubt, and fear and rely on faith in God for everyday confidence? Her answer: Stay fortified with grit, gumption, and Godiva!”

–          Edna Ellison, Ph.D., author of 15 group studies on friendship, including Friend to Friend: Enriching Friendships through a Shared Study of Philippians, Friendships of Faith, Friendships of Purpose, and Major Truths from the Minor Prophets,

“…this book peels back layers of fear everyone deals with and offers practical ways to step out of fear and into freedom. Touching stories of gratitude, compassion, forgiveness, and grace all point us back to the faithful heart and character of our God who extends His hand to you and me.”

–          Jocelyn Hamsher, author of Do These Jeans Make Me Look Fat? Breaking the Cultural Mirror and Can You Tell This Is a Knockoff? Finding Your True Identity in Christ.

“Like tasty morsels of chocolates, I discovered fistfuls of humor and encouragement sprinkled in amongst life’s lessons and wisdom-filled scriptures. Fear, Faith, and a Fistful of Chocolate caused me to consider how to deal with stress and worry in my own life and find valuable answers.”

–          Anita Corrine Donihue, author of When I’m on My Knees series and other devotional books

“Fear, Faith, and a Fistful of Chocolate is a testament to Debora Coty’s gift of healing. Once medicated by her quirky humor, we’re ready to hear the powerful Jesus words she speaks to our touchy, real-world issues.”

–          Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, Belle of All Things Southern and author of Sue Ellen’s Girl Ain’t Fat, She Just Weighs Heavy.

“You’ve got to love a book that makes you laugh while, at the same time, calming your anxious heart. Worry and Fear have been close friends of mine for way too long; but with Deb’s empathetic and funny encouragement, I’m ready to break up with these losers and move on to new friends, Serenity and Peace.”

–          Becky Johnson, co-author of We Laugh, We Cry, We Cook

Fear, Faith, and a Fistful of Chocolate by Debora Coty / February 2013 / $9.99 / 224 Pages * Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-62029-169-6

Book Excerpt

Sphincter-Pucker Moments

Not long ago, while my fam was chilling at our remote mountain cabin, I took my four-wheeler, Sir Lancelot, out for a spin. Lance is a loud fellow, let me tell you, especially with his propensity for tooting/backfiring/flatulence—whatever term your delicate sensibilities prefer (hence his name, because he has flatu-lance a lot).

Anyway, as I approached the paved road I had to cross to get to the creek-hugging dirt trail on the neighboring mountain, I braked Lance to a rolling stop. A rolling stop—not exactly a full stop. Now, mind you, there was no stop sign (so I wasn’t breaking the law), and this particular road had relatively little traffic. But it was on the crest of a steep hill, so that cars nosing up the hill from the right could suddenly appear about ten yards away, and traffic coming from the left could startle you spit-less as they careened around the curve.

The saving grace was that in the sound-carrying mountains, you could hear them coming and not do anything stupid.

Unless you were straddling an ear-splitting, flatulent-tooting ATV.

I glanced right. Nothing coming. So I craned my neck left to peer around the curve as Lance rolled slowly into the highway. Suddenly, a deep rumble rattled my teeth, and I jerked around to find the metallic grill of a huge truck bearing down on me from my right.

Fear actually saved my life. In the three seconds between the time that truck appeared and almost immediately rolled its mammoth wheels across the spot I had just inhabited, panic shot incredible strength to my right thumb. I jammed the accelerator lever so hard that Lance leaped straight up in the air like a crazed rodeo bull and bucked us both into a heap on the far shoulder of the road.

And there I sat in a horrified stupor as the truck, horn blasting an almost-too-late rebuke, disappeared around the curve.

Papa God gave us the emotion of fear for good reason. It serves a useful purpose—to motivate us, move us forward, and keep us from making mistakes. Sometimes fear saves us from ourselves. I mean, how often would we have skipped school growing up just because we didn’t feel like going, without the disciplining fear of failure? Or how rotund might we become without fear of regaining that twenty pounds we worked so hard to lose? Why else would we faithfully squash our bosom buddies flat with mammograms without the possibility of that frightening C word invading our bodies? We could be out pounding the pavement if fear of losing our jobs didn’t motivate us to get our reports in on time.
It’s when fear becomes controlling that it debilitates. When it evolves from an emotion to a paradigm (fifty-cent word that means worldview). When it alters our course from the splendid women Papa God intended us to be and makes us settle for a wimpy, whiney imitation. When it begins to dictate our thoughts and behavior.

First fear worms its way into our thinking processes, then it affects our actions. Fear is passion in a negative direction. If we allow fear to continue to wreak havoc in our lives unimpeded, it can eventually erode our self-esteem, relationships, and even our faith.

Okay—are we ready to recognize our enemy for what it really is? Let’s dump over a table for cover, get down on our bellies, and do our best GI-Jane crawl Patch-Adams style. Time to join forces, clean our weapons of warfare, and blast us some invisible squirrels, girlfriend.

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