The lyrics say it all.    Father, one more time: intervene for us and bless this One Nation under God. You're the only One who can give us redemption for a season until the final chapter. Please, Lord, God Bless America. In the…

We remember. We honor you. Thank you is not enough for your sacrifice. The loss is immense. This Day is in memory of those who gave it all. We will not forget.   God, you created warriors to fight for the freedom we cherish. You knew and know each one. May those who fight today…

  Woe to those who call evil good      and good evil, who put darkness for light      and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet      and sweet for bitter. Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes      and clever in their own sight. Woe to…

To be fair, this is not news to those of you who read or have read my blog. The thing is I believe it's an important statement. If not important, at least it's honest. And, there are variables in making it. Here's the statement: I write what I like and want to read.  In the…

                  (This is from 10/22/09)  The devil in your eyes   I’ve seen the devil in your eyes. Lovely and cruel Sweet and vicious. I’ve heard the devil in your voice. Kind and cutting Whispers and threats. Your skin is taut with fire. Touching you is like…

             Rinse and Repeat Springtime in Western Washington.    Father, thank you for the greens produced by the rains, the beautiful assortment of flowers, and all of the unique seasons. Thank you for leaving the touches of beauty to remind us of your splendor. Thank you is never enough. In…

  This goes back a long way, but it's a familiar song Frank Sinatra made famous. Hope you enjoy it.    Father, you bless us in spite of us. We tend to think we can do anything until we meet you and realize apart from you, we can do nothing. Thank you is never enough…

If you know an aspiring writer, encourage them. If you are an aspiring writer, find someone to encourage you. Be courageous, show them your material, and do accept their critiques but make your own judgment. Only you know what's in your heart. Is it a whim, is it a way of self-expression, or is it…

  When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them.…

As authors, it's impossible not to insert those things that have influenced our lives – good or bad or whimsical or worrisome. If we don't pull from our life experiences, our words and stories tend to be less relatable. Whether romance or sci-fi or historical or thriller, somewhere within those words, there must be someone…