Into the Fire
Passionate thoughts about the world of writing and the Power of God
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Knowing the ins and outs of correct grammar is essential to authors. To be able to speak and write words appropriately is a dying art, obviously no longer stressed in schools. It's been reduced to text-size communications with abbreviations we've all come to recognize – well, at least some of…
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And I saw an angel coming down out of heaven, having the key to the Abyss and holding in his hand a great chain. He seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil, or Satan, and bound him for a thousand years. He threw him into the Abyss, and locked and…
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This little girl is quite serious. I basically stayed that way with a bit of the attitude you see here. Sometimes, this is exactly how I feel and probably with so many years added on can still accomplish that particular stare if things strike me just…
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On Monday after getting the morning started in the dark, I looked out to see the beginning of the sunrise. And was mesmerized by the beauty. The brilliance of the colors, so intense, expanded to some spectacular cloud formations in soft pinks, white,…
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This was one fabulous group with some great songs. Loved them. Father, thank you for your wonderful musicians/singers/all of it. You didn't have to leave us with music or beauty, but you did. Your creation still performs with your God-given talents and gifts. May each one know from whom theirs come. Thank you…
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What I'd like to talk about is books, specifically novels. What I'd like to do is once again discuss the "stuff" of stories and authors. What I'd like to do is ask readers some questions about their tastes in literature. And finally what I'd like…
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I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice He judges and makes war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on His head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one but He…
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At Longacres Racetrack a very long time ago. A more solemn moment during my first year at the track. Some days are like that. Father, in spite of me, you protected me until I'd had enough of myself. Thank you…