More than words can say . . .    Father, you knew every one of them. Only hoping they knew you. Thank you for your grace in preserving this country where men and women…

          I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you by the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel – which is really no gospel at all. Evidently some people are throwing you into confusion and are trying to pervert the gospel of Christ.…

          (From my novel Destination available in an e-book.) REMEMBERED He hoped this hadn’t been a bad idea, but even if it was, there weren’t a lot of choices as far as he was concerned. Why not go back to his roots? He just hoped she was still here right where…

                        Loose ends. When a complex story is written, there is always a margin for error in leaving a matter unresolved by failing to address it after inserting it into the storyline. It might just be a small thing, but to some astute (aka…

                        An evening in Provence (France).    Father, your stamps of beauty are all over the earth. I can't imagine the beauty in heaven without the curse of sin. Thank you for it all. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  Back to some Smooth Jazz, this super smooth song by Paul Hardcastle.    Father, may each artist know who provides their inspiration. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.  

  When I was much younger I distinctly remember not liking "first person POV" in novels. When I started my first novel, it never occurred to me to use "first person". When I approached my seventh novel (Breath of Life), there was simply no other way to write it – the story featured a particular…

  Some became fools through their rebellious ways     and suffered the consequences of their iniquities.   Psalm 107:17 (NIV)

                         Five things I'm not fond of . . .  Spring showers that turn into days of deluges Roundabouts (Prefer 4-way stops. We are in the USA after all.) Certain brands or styles of vehicles (which shall remain nameless – except ALL electric/"smart" cars:…

  CHAPTER TWO Matthew Preston pushed his handsome 6 ft. frame out of the chair and stood, looking down at the woman he loved—more like a girl in a lot of ways. Truthfully, he was relieved to see her choked up. He’d half expected her to congratulate him with an enthusiastic smile and wish him…